the makeup world

Don’t play with your food.

It is December of 1980, and a young Alecto Carrow is on another countless raid with a group of Death Eaters when she, not unusually, comes across a vaguely familiar face.

Her next victim is cowering, unarmed, in the corner of the bedroom. In a home that was one more protection spell away from being safe.

Alecto raises her wand, but that spark of recognition crosses her expression and she hesitates.

The person chances a glance up, allowing hope to seep into their thoughts before they can think to stop themselves.

The wandless victim slowly nods their head.

The slowly building sense of relief from Alecto’s deceptively friendly tone dissipates as quickly as it appeared.

Alecto raises her wand once more, and the victim tries to plead with her. Scream. Anything. But they cannot seem to find their voice.

Their silence is broken too late, with a piercing scream that reverberates throughout the house, until it is forever muted.

The Death Eaters move on to the next house.

FIN


~~ “It was dark times, Harry, dark times.” ~~

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u ever get in the mood to drop some selfies but u can’t cause u haven’t taken a good selfie since before the beginning of time so u gotta recycle some old ones????