forgetting and forgiving [[open

[alecto melena carrow´´]

[x]

Years ago, when Alecto had just entered Hogwarts, and she had been sweet and innocent. Yes, she once had been innocent as a baby-angel, her mother had told her about how she had met her father. Somewhere on a regular pure-blood party they were first introduced to each other, of course her mother immediately saw that Alexander Carrow was a great and virile man. Yet, love was not on her list until a few years later. On her sixteenth birthday she got the news of being bethroded to nobody else than Alexander Carrow. She was glad, cause the man she had seen back then at the party was wise and pure, yet she did not love him. Over the years, they grew to each other, becoming friends first and then ultimately lovers. Yes, her mother lover her father deeply, but in Alecto's eyes it was more a form of respect. It was then, when she had first entered Hogwarts her mother had told her the story of her father and her, it was the same day that Alecto had vowed to not be bethroded to anyone, but to chose a man she truly loved, even though her mother and father had a good relationship.

Yet, the thoughts of finding someone she loved had been shattered only one year ago, by no other than Rabastan Lestrange. It had been on a night like this, chilly, yet slightly warmer because it had been mid-summer when he had courted her, or so she believed.That night, he had dragged her outside, she was giggling, being entirely infatuated by the handsome guy that was holding her hand as they skipped behind the bushes. Clothes where thrown away casually and no sooner than you could say the word 'quidditch' they had been at it, eating each other up hungrily. It had ended too soon of course, but what did you expect with two hormone-raged teenagers. Yet, though everything smelled like roses and raindrops in the beginning, soon it turned out to be one hell for Alecto Carrow.

Her father found out only minutes after it had happened. And since that moment, the relationship between Alexander Carrow and Alecto had been entirely lost. The girl had hated that moment in her life, yet, she could not put herself up enough to stop being such a bloody pregnant dog to him. And then, when she thought she was in love, the guy she had liked turned his back on her, not even looking at her when she entered the castle of Hogwarts, not giving her one simple glimpse when she passed him by in the corridors. Her heart was broken, and it was then that she had decided to not fall in love ever again.

So, she walked on the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade, her cloak draped around her fragile looking body. Yet, Alecto Carrow had proven over the years to be not so fragile as she looked. Her brother had toughened her up, her love for him being without any boundaries. He was the only man she could trust, the only man she could relay on. But, of course, everything that had happened did have its benefits in the end. She was now, incredibly independent, only trusting her own self - and her brother -, walking her own way in every desired direction. Though, the past events had still left his scars, Alecto had been once innocent, yes, but that had all disappeared.

Stepping into the almost deserted pub, she lowered the hood of her cloak, her gaze traveled over the crowd. Nobody important could be seen there, at least nobody important to her. She went to the counter, order some firewhiskey and sat down at a table near the back of the pub, her thoughts still wandering over the events of the past until, she was disturbed.

[demise]

[xXx][xXx][xXx]
You want it?
I got it!

The black velvet cloak that adorned Lyre Lovejoy’s muscular physique danced in the breeze behind him. His gate was swift yet elegant, his dark brown hair falling into that stunning façade of his, onyx orbs hidden from view. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, his skin pale due to the autumn equinox falling upon the land. His tongue ran along his medium sized pout as he headed in the direction of The Hogs Head. He was in dire need of a few shots of firewhiskey and perhaps a quickie as well?

His eye fell upon a group of fifth years, their giggles echoing through the air as they glanced his way. He smirked slyly at them, lips only visible from underneath his hood. They ogled him, waiting for him to make his approach but he carried on walking. He didn’t have time for inexperienced females. He couldn’t help but overhear their disappointment.

Too bad, so sad…maybe next time…

He reached The Hogs Head, looking over his shoulder, gaze lingering on the girls that were still staring. He smirked to himself, pushed open the door and walked inside. His eyes scanned the semi empty pub and he moved towards the bar, pulling down the hood of his cloak and revealing that handsome demeanor of his. He leaned up against the bar, glancing over at the pretty young woman sitting a few stools away. He took in her features, raven colored locks and alluring aquamarine orbs. She was a dime piece, nice slim figure and semi curvaceous build. Nice, he thought, looking away from her, his façade unreadable.

“Three shots of firewhiskey.” The handsome Hufflepuff said, his vocals smooth, silky and easy on the ears. He glanced over at the girl again, sitting down upon the stool, smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

She was hot…

[alecto melena carrow´´]

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until.. the barman came over. He looked at her, eying her up and down with that grey beard and those filthy long nails. "What do you want?”

The words of the bartender sounded rude and arrogant as Allie looked up toward the bar. A few empty glasses stood on the counter, while he himself was still drying mugs he had just cleaned with water, yet the cloth with which he did this was full of dirt. Stains spotted the glasses, beer lay dried up on the counter and the young slytherin curled up her nose. If it hadn’t been for the forgetting part, she wouldn’t be here at all. The place was dark, full of inappropriate wizards, not to mention filthy. Still, here she was, grimacing at the bearded man. “Firewiskey.”, she said fiercly. “I’ll take the entire bottle”. The man quivered his eyesbrows, eying the girl with some interest. His long pale finger with filthy nails reached up to her chin, holding it up to study her features. “You’re a pretty one.”, he claimed in a dry and hoarse voice. The Slytherin’s own hand shot up to the barman’s wrist, her perfectly manicured nails dug into his skin. “and you’re not.”

Releasing his hand, she held her head high again “I’m a paying customer, give me what I want and keep the rest to yourself.”, she snarled back at him. The man held his hands up, giving a defeated look, yet grinning sheepishly. He dived under the counter, the sound of glass bottles resounded and finally, he came back up again. The smirk still graced his face, if one could even call it grace. Alecto snatched the bottle and the dirty glass out of his hand, throwing some golden coins to him after she put the bottle down… “Keep the change… for the trouble you’ve made.”, she added sarcastically as she opened the bottle with a swift twist of her hand. The transparent liquid was liquid gently “glogged” into her glass, and when it was half full, she poured the beverage down at once, putting both glass and bottle down with a hard ‘clunk’ before filling the glass again.

The man went away, clearly quickly trying to serve another paying customer. She followed the man with her eyes, loathing still within her eyes until she heard the voice of a young mane. Three shots of firewiskey. She grinned, seeing that the rather nice looking guy was trying to catch her eyes. She inclined her head towards him, her bad mood almost disappearing at once, as she spoked towards him, giving the empty chair at the table a kick, pushing it aways as a small gesture that it wasn't taking. "Only three?", she smirked as she lifted her second glass to her lips downing it at once. "pity.", she smirked up at the guy with interest. He was vaguely familiar, yet she didn't know where she'd seen him before...

[demise]

[xXx][xXx][xXx]
You want it?
I got it!

He would totally bone her if she’d let him… The Chica was a stick of dynamite about to explode and Lyre was going to rock her world!

His tongue ran along his kissable pout, left hand wrapping around his shot glass, onyx orbs glued on the dark haired babe a few seats away. Was it hot in here or was just her? Yeah, definitely her! He was getting turned on just looking upon the Aphrodite. “Sexy can I?” He muttered to himself, bringing the glass to his lips and then downing the bitter tasting whiskey.

He grinned when she gave him the “nod”, a rather nice nod at that. He winked back at her, placing the glass down in front of him, his raven colored strands falling into his Adonis-like image. Mr. Lovejoy looked more like a male model in Muggle fashion magazines then the average-looking wizard. It wasn’t like he was average-looking or anything. He was d**n sexy!

His head tilted to the side, eyes taking in the beauties features. God she was fine, finer then fine, so fine that she was making him all hot and bothered with a single glance. Seriously, if they were alone… He’d pounce on her and ravish her like she’s never been ravished before. He smirked, watching her lift the glass to her rose-colored lips. He bit his bottom lip, impure thoughts circling through his mind. He stood up, leaning against the counter—left elbow on the bar—right hand lifting his second shot glass to his lips. “Three for the moment but who said I was stopping there.” He inquired, a mysterious gleam in his dark eyes. He downed his shot, tongue running along his pout. He just eyed her, the expression on his façade unreadable with a boyish yet rather alluring undertone.

He wanted her… Badly!

[alecto melena carrow´´]

[x]

Alecto Carrow was quite taken by the guy's looks as he casually leaned against the counter. The way he carried himself with so much confidence was not to say very arousing. There were three things a man needed to have in the eyes of Alecto.. More than good looks, a brain and confidence. Well, okay make that four things... a large piece of equipment that could work wonders. But of course that was her sick and perverted mind kicking in. It was no secret that Alecto Carrow loved sex above everything else after all.

He came closer; and she let her eyes trail over his body, studying his features from up close. She had seen him in Hogwarts, or somewhere close to it. She was sure of it, but the name and house were blurred from her mind. Well, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Slytherin, it wouldn't matter. Now Hufflepuff, that she would mind, but if he was, she still wasn't sure she'd deny him if it so happened to be that he wanted to bed her, after all, he did look extremely hot in those clothes, probably even better without.

"I hope you won't disappoint me.", she stated quite bluntly as she downed another glass of whiskey at once. The glass was put down with a small -clunk- as she stared at him with those bright green eyes, directly pointed at him. "Well, what are you waiting for?", she said directly as she pointed to the chair she had kicked away from the table as an offer for him to sit down in. "It's never polite to keep a lady waiting you know.", she finished softly after pouring herself another glass, a grin shining upon her soft face while she waited for him.

[demise]

[xXx][xXx][xXx]
You want it?
I got it!

The more Mr. Lovejoy looked at the dark haired Goddess with emerald green eyes, the more aroused he became. He just continued to lean nonchalantly against the bar, onyx orbs mesmerized by the sight in front of him. She was like a drug, one that he hadn’t tried yet but knew that if he did, he’d be hooked on her!

Her blunt statement made him grin smugly, eyes twinkling with bemusement. “Baby I never disappoint…” he said matter-of-factly, third glass coming to his lips as he downed the harsh liquor. He licked his lips again, setting the glass down on the wooden countertop. “I only impress.” He watched her take her shot, another impure though appearing in his mind as he imaged himself getting a little something-something from that perfect pout of hers. He couldn’t help but grin. She was foxy foxy.

His smirk only turned more boyish as he pushed himself off the bar and moved towards her. He stopped a few inches from her, leaning in so his lips were centimeters from her ear. “For an offer,” he whispered, the expression on his image devious, sexy, yet unreadable as he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. He winked at her before sitting down upon the stole, fingers snapping together loudly as he caught the bartender’s attention. “Give me a bottle.” He told him straight up, dropping coin onto the tabletop.

He licked his lips, eyeing the beauty once more. “I’m Lyre by the way and you are?” He inquired of her, his voice extra silky sounding for some unexplainable reason.

[alecto melena carrow´´]

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The guy eyed her with interest, so much she could see in those wandering eyes of him. Such impure thoughts she would have slapped out of him if he was little less than perfect. Yet, his looks and the air with which he kept himself were not to say alluring. A cocky grin crossed her honey-toned skin as she put the empty glass down, refilling it with a soft movement of her hand. He said he wouldn't disappoint, only impress. So far he had succeeded, but she needed to see what would happen when or if things got more heated up. Words were only words, you see.

He moved even closer, walking straight towards her table - finally? - Okay, so perhaps she needed to give him more credit than she would have first given him. He was coming closer, he was taking this situation as if he had everything under control, and then there was his sweet seductive voice lingering in her ear as he was only centimeters away from him. Almost unnoticeable, she breathed in, taking the sharp and spicy smell of his Cologne in. Not a bad choice.

He sat down opposite of her, snapping his fingers with such an air, he could have been her in male version. She smirked, and approved, clearly he couldn't be a huff'nbluff. He was too cocky for that, and not to say smart for he knew how to handle her.. for now.

The filthy barman came over again putting another bottle down on the table as his eyes wandered a little to deep inside her top. She pursed her lisp tightly together, glared at the barman, but he walked away again, knowing that if he stayed any longer a hand would hit him square in the face. Now Alecto was used to man looking down her clothes, and she had to admit, she liked it.. but not when it were old and filthy man like him.. lyre... well, if he would have done it, she would have probably pulled her top slightly lower, revealing even more cleavage than she was showing already.

"Alecto Carrow.", she said smoothly, not bothering to go into further detail of her name, or blood or house. After all, they both knew they wouldn't remember it tomorrow, it would be a big plus for her if she remembered his name tomorrow morning when she woke up next to him... Because now, sleeping with him was exactly what her plan for the night was.