``all dressed up and ready to play, amity

[Alecto Carrow]

alecto eve carrow
ten, nine, eight and i'm breaking away
i'm all dressed up and i'm ready to play
seven, six, five, four and i'm all over you
counting three, two, one and i'm having fun

The Hogs Head was an unpleasant place at best, but even during her time at Hogwarts Alecto had preferred it to the Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere was darker and more dangerous which appealed to her senses perfectly and seemed to do a good enough job of deterring the better behaved students from entering through the rickety wooden door. She, however, had thrived there and she had spent more than one afternoon drinking herself into a stupor until the barkeep finally tossed them out on their arses. Those had been wonderful times and despite the fact that she could now go anywhere in the wizarding world that she wanted, Alecto had found herself drawn to the place where so many memories had been made.

It had been several years since she had last entered the dusty little pub, but little seemed to have changed. It was emptier than usual, though the fact that it was a Thursday afternoon likely had some hand in that matter, though she had a feeling she was part of the bigger problem. People were afraid. Entire families had gone into hiding and she knew that if she could admit to her true loyalties people would quake in terror at her feet. She could not do that, though, and she had resigned herself quite some time ago to nodding silently as the stumped little witches and wizards that surrounded her muttered about how dreadful this whole situation with the Dark Lord was.

Alecto took a seat at one of the small tables as far from the bar as the room's design would allow. She was expecting company, a fellow Death Eater, and it would be better that they talk in private. She knew well enough not to say anything of major import, but the fact was that old schoolmates had a tendency to get a bit exuberant and the girl that was meeting her had been Alecto's dearest friend since early in her school career. The two had done anything and everything together but the years had taken their toll and it was certainly time to get their friendship back on key. There were few people that the girl truly cared about in the world, but Amity was one of them.

The barkeep set down a dusty bottle on the scratched and pockmarked wooden surface of the table before her. Alecto nodded a quick thank you and tossed a few sickles on the table. She could be polite when the need arose, but she had no intention of touching the filth's hand in order to pass the money over. Her standards were far higher than that, but if it offended the man he did not show it. Instead he turned and hobbled away without tossing Alecto even a second glance. She frowned down at the bottle and pondered cleaning it off first before she finally just reached out and snatched it in her hand. A few hours from now she would care little for the dust that would layer her entire ensemble in a thin film of grey so really what was the point now?

Tossing back a quick drink, Alecto surveyed her surroundings with a careful eye. There seemed to be few people of any importance in the room, but one could never be too careful. Aurors were hidden undercover all over England and the last thing she wanted was to be caught for having a drink a bit too loudly. She had already begun to fall from favor with the addition of Bellatrix to their group and she could not afford any slip-ups. As much as she loved the Dark Lord, she had no desire to die at his wand due to his displeasure with her.

"Amity, where are you... stupid girl," Alecto muttered. She took another sip and put the bottle down once more. The amber liquid was a bit warm but she enjoyed the way that it burned as it slipped down her throat, so really, she could handle its more unfortunate qualities. Once she had had enough, and she fully intended to, it would matter little anyway. Nothing, she had decided, would matter all that much when the pair were done. The Hogs Head would be lucky, if their teenage years had been any indication, to have a drop of liquor left when the two girls finally made their departure.

[Amity Perske]

Amity was never on time, never early, and hardly ever ethically correct. She stood for all things unwomanly and all things that were absurd and slightly heinous, She viewed herself in and outside of closed doors the best thing to grace Britain, probably the best thing to grace this earth. Narcissism is a disease and she carried the girth of it on her shoulders. It was a wonder her posture did not bow or break. In such a state of mind Amity could plainly be seen walking down the cobblestone path of Hogsmeade with a pea-coat fastened tightly around her waist and besoms covering her robes deliberately. She was in a foul mood, work had been stressful. Nothing approved, nothing gained and of course there was always the measly little co-worker that had to argue with everything she said, it was all bullshit really. Amity wanted nothing to do with those below her, but it was inescapable, she thought everyone was below her.

Amity sighed and threw a thick tuft of unruly curls behind her shoulder with a flick of her wrist and arm. She looked weathered and worn, but at the same time gravely beautiful. There was never a day rain or shine when she didn't turn at least one head. If not for her unique countenance than for her vivacious attitude. Amity sighed and pushed open the door to the hogs head, the smell of age liquor filling her narrow nostrils and consuming her cold body. This was exactly what she needed after today, a good break, a long break, and to become inebriated with a good friend. Amity's eyes danced along the various tables in the room eying them as if she would bite them in half, eying them as if she were a lioness on a hunt. She was always the type to take in her surroundings, but never the type to think before acting. Irony.

It took a couple minutes of standing glancing about the room, without a simple turn of the head or nod in anyone's direction before she finally took her seat with Alecto. She smiled her thick lips stretching upward across her face revealing a splendid smile. "Oi. Sorry about the wait. Had to work overtime, I don't know your feelings but a bunch of writhing cunts the prophet is filled with. I've had my fair share for the week. Pity I have to go back." Amity glanced at her fingernails and returned her gaze back toward Alecto. 'Well bitch, it's been a while. What the bloody hell have you been up to all this time? No need to suffer from agoraphobia, or what have you." Amity glanced at the bottle of booze and stuck the nail of her thumb in her mouth gnawing the edge of it to keep time with the ticking of the clock that hung upon the pubs dingy wall.