mihi-parta-tueri:

Believe what you wish, Alecto. It is not a concern of mine. But, being an unfortunate side effect of dating, I somehow do care after you. -looks at- But where is Evan? You never answered that inquiry.

- her jaw tightens, a flash of pain in her eyes before she manages to hide it behind an unfazed facade- Don’t you have better things to do than keep track of the state of my relationship? -snorts, rolling her eyes sarcastically- Oh, I forgot. You 'care' about me. Yeah right. What a fucking joke. You couldn’t give a shit about me. You and everyone else in this hell hole are just dying to get in on everyone else’s gossip. And you know what? It’s none of your goddamn business. 


mihi-parta-tueri:

And where is your suppose beloved fiancée? -raises eyebrow- And how is it that you know I do not mean it?

-blatanly ignores the question about Evan- Oh, so now you’re hitting on me? You really think I believe that shit? After you spent so much time complaining to your mates how batshit crazy I apparently am? Seems like a rather sudden change of heart.


mihi-parta-tueri:

the-unceasing-alecto:

Aw what’s wrong, Roddy? Got your feelings hurt?

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Not at all, matia mou. -hides a smirk- Bye, now.

-The smirk falls from her lips- What the FUCK did i say about calling me that?! Obviously everything is just a fucking joke to you, but it’s not for me! You have no right to call me that anymore!


mihi-parta-tueri:

In that case, I’ll leave you with your firewhiskey. -turns to leave for real this time-

Aw what’s wrong, Roddy? Got your feelings hurt?


mihi-parta-tueri:

In that case, you’ll be hearing from father. -shrugs- He so does love to hear that one of his most prized wines is tossed away so carelessly.

Ohh terrifying! - rolls her eyes-  I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I don’t give a rat’s ass what your father thinks of me. 


mihi-parta-tueri:

the-unceasing-alecto:

For me? -eyes him suspiciously- Why?

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-shrugs- I suppose it was some sort of peace offering. I do not know. Father didn’t give me a direct reason.

-shrugs- Well, then I guess it was mine to throw, wasn’t it. Perfect.


mihi-parta-tueri:

This is true, however that was a wine specifically for you. Or Amycus, but we both know he prefers whiskey. -shrugs-

For me? -eyes him suspiciously- Why?


mihi-parta-tueri:

-looks at the broken bottle and spilt wine- Was that necessary? It was a wonderful vintage as well. Father will be disappointed that it went straight to waste.

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-snorts- oh please. I’m sure your rich ass has plenty more vintage wines in your wine cellar. You’ll survive. 


mihi-parta-tueri:

And I expect nothing less from you. -rolls eyes- What would this world be if Alecto Carrow was not at all dramatic. You certainly have a wonderful way of sharing what you want. -leaves the wine next to her- Enjoy the night

Carrow.

-throws the bottle of wine at him, hissing with annoyance when it misses him, loudly shattering on the floor- 

PRICK!

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Hey, losers

mihi-parta-tueri:

Yes, what an wonderful attempt at being nice. I applaud you. -shakes head- It was I who made the offer in the first place, Alecto.

Yeah, and then you decided to be a douchebag. Rodolphus Lestrange being a douchebag! What a shocker! *throws her hands up for emphasis, drunkenly spilling some of the contents of her bottle*

I just wanted someone to share this with and have a chill night with. Fucking forget it. You obviously want nothing but the whiskey. So, you can go buy your own shit.