InsaneJournal

Alecto Carrow Samples
3rd Person Samples
001/ANYTIME Bored? Oh no. Bored was a word used to describe small children who finished their homework too soon. Alecto was far beyond bored at this point. You could only kill so many people before the authorities caught wind of it. And Amycus seemed to be refusing to travel at the moment. She couldn't bloody understand it, but it was making her mad. She had absolutely nothing to do. With all the mudblood and enemies of the Dark Lord locked away in Hogwarts, she didn't even have anyone to torture or taunt. The snakes were even getting bored of her. She'd taken them all out and curled on the bed with them for hours but more than half of them just slithered away from her. And her brother, well, she hadn't a bloody clue where he was. Which was not only abnormal, but excessively irritating as well. How the hell was Alecto supposed to keep herself entertained if there was no one around and nothing to do? This was absolutely on her very last nerve and she was going to start setting fire to things just to alleviate some of the stress of the predicament!

So she decided to take a walk. Grabbing her traveling cloak, Alecto slipped it onto her shoulders and stepped outside before apparating practically at random. It was someplace she vaguely remembered visiting as a child. At the moment she didn't even recognize it otherwise. So, ha! Amycus could just try and find her here! That's what he got for just up and deserting her after being such an ass all week! He could just wait around and deal with the fact that she could go off without him, too! Because she was walking. The moon was high in the sky, not full, but full enough to be decent light. The streets were practically deserted. And the weather wasn't too bad either. She dropped the hood of her cloak, pulling her hair from beneath it and letting her dark tendrils fall all around her face and shoulders. Then she just started walking. She walked and walked until she came upon a park. And then she sat on one of the swings and just sat and sat. Surely the world couldn't be this boring this late at night.

And she was actually pretty pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't. Coming up the street towards the park was a child who couldn't have been anymore than eleven. He had a pack on his back and a determined look on his face, obviously "running away" from home. Muggle or wizard, it didn't matter. It was a child who looked strikingly like her brother had when he was that age. And considering that she was currently furious with her brother, the child was the one who would feel her wrath. Or so she thought anyway. She was sliding off the swing when a rustle to the left of the child caught her attention. And before she could react, the child was taken down by some beast or man, or something in between. And within moments Alecto sprinted across the playground, wand drawn. Not to save the child, but to take what was rightfully hers. "That belongs to me," she growled, only a foot or so from the beast.


1st Person Samples
001/ANYTIME Well this is a joy. All the little brats are locked away in their safe haven. As are all their filthy parents and siblings. It's nice to know that, when the time comes, they'll all be in one place for us to exterminate. It's also nice to be able to walk down the street without having to deal with mudbloods. Of course, it does cut down my prey significantly. What's a girl to do when most of her intended victims are locked away in the cupboard? Oh woe is me. I'll have to find some new blood, now won't I? Of course, new blood is hard to come by around here, but I'm sure I'll manage. Europe is a big place, after all. Maybe I'll convince Amycus to come on vacation with me. Or to take me on vacation. We could use a nice get-away. London gets dull and boring after you've killed there so tediously.

Speaking of my brother, I do believe something crawled up his ass and died there. Either that or he's a woman and I never knew. Because he's reacting severely like he has PMT. My PMT is severe enough on it's own. I think I kill far more frequently when I'm under the influence of nature's once a month. But I do believe my brother is on a spree of some sort. I have never heard Amycus snap at me quite as much as he is. And he's kill three of our house-elves this week. We don't have that many to begin with, so I'd like to snap his neck for that little misdemeanor. Not to mention that I've heard the sounds of screams almost non stop for the past few days. And normally, that's okay, I love the sound of screams. But I'm starting to get a migraine. If he doesn't calm down soon, I'm going to feed his cow ass to my sodding snakes.

Not that they need it. Sheba wasn't too pleased with the new anaconda I got. He was just a baby. And I had been hoping to mate them. But apparently she had PMT as well. She bit off his head. I hatched him not three weeks ago and the moment I set him on the bed with the others she just tore into him. And then, of course, the others joined in. When one eats, they all expect to be fed. So I ended up having to feed my babies early. And now I have to get new sheets because there's snake blood all over them. Again. There ought to be a sodding charm to keep this rubbish from staining, but of course not. Anyway, I've babbled enough. Time to go feed my brother to the snakes.