I dislike the woman they chose to play Alecto Carrow. I think of her as so much more... glamorous.
I don't own. If I did...
She had never been a woman focused on love. She didn't have the time, nor the patience. Love was not worth her energy.
There were far greater things in life. Such as her position as the Dark Lord's right hand, a position she had worked to reach her whole life. A position she would not sacrifice for anything.
She was a Carrow. Her family had been at his side as long as she could remember. Her parents had been among the first to join him. And now that their generation was long gone, she and her brother had been at his side longer than any of his other followers.
She had worked to reach this level, spent years proving to him that she was better than every other.
Because she was.
And maybe that was why it bugged her so much that she had just wormed her way in last minute, taking all the glory.
"Who are you?" she asked the newcomer, disgust dripping in her words. "Who are you to come here after all this time and pretend you are just as good as me?"
"I have nothing to prove to you," the other woman replied, not an ounce of hostility in her voice. How could this woman call herself a Death Eater?
"You have everything to prove," Alecto spat. "You can't just crawl your way in to his inner circle without years of experience, years of being at His side."
"Maybe he just likes me better than you," she shrugged.
Alecto let out a growl and lunged at the woman, knocking her to the ground.
The other woman just grinned up at her, not even attempting to escape from her grip.
"What is your problem?!" Alecto growled.
"I've got no problem," she said. "I've got you right where I want you." At that moment, she bobbed her head forward, bringing Alecto's lips into a rough kiss.
The woman, taking advantage of Alecto's shock, tossed her aside, then rose to her feet, shooting a seductive smile at her as she left the room.
Alecto sat in the corner of the room, biting her lip. What had just happened?
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" the newcomer asked when Alecto entered her loft several days later.
Alecto had no response but to shove the woman into the nearest wall where her plan had been to ravish her.
But no more than a moment had passed when both jumped away, each clutching their forearm in pain.
The Dark Lord had different plans.
"You know this meant nothing," the woman said after their eighth night together.
"I never intended for it to," Alecto replied. She hadn't, after all, even bothered to learn the other woman's name.
"Good. Because you mean nothing to me. You are merely a means."
A means to what, exactly, Alecto wasn't quite sure.
"What I wanted was something only you could give. You and the Dark Lord himself, but you seemed far more pleasurable."
"And what, exactly, were you looking for?" Alecto couldn't help but ask.
"Does it matter?" she asked, gathering her clothing. "I've got what I came for, and now I take my leave." Several moments later, after pulling on just enough clothing to be acceptable in public. "Goodbye Alecto."
Alecto didn't like the feeling that overcame her when the woman whose name she didn't know exited the loft. She knew that it was the last time she would see her and that she would no longer have to deal with the magnificent pain in her side. This should have pleased her.
It didn't.
