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[zeke]

Ok.. so I’m lost

Wherever he was it definitely wasn’t Diagon Alley anymore, the brick walls either side of the alley looked slimey, the people who hurried past didn’t exactly look very respectable. In fact, the place looked like something from backstreet Victorian England. The cobblestone flooring wasn’t as even as most well walked pathways, but not once did he stumble as he wandered. A pale, long finger pushed dark rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, deep blue eyes monitoring the movement of those around him, betraying just how nervous he currently is with his surroundings. Ezekiel is all too aware of what certain people think of wizards like himself, he’s a muggle born and his fascination with the wizarding world makes that all too obvious.

Just ahead a sign stuck out from the wall indicating the location of an Inn, the murky sign marred with years of neglect and weather erosion. The last thing Zeke wanted to do was to enter one of the buildings but when you’re stuck in a rut there’s things you have to do in order to rectify your dilemma.

So he entered. The dingy inside of the Inn made him feel anything but welcome, not one person even noticed his entrance, or if they did he never noticed, Zeke never even saw a head move to look his way. Not that he wanted anybody to pay much attention to him, not after his initial scan of the place anyway. It was like a Slytherin drop out common room. A nervous habit of his kicked in as he slowly made his way over to a table, he chewed on his lower lip almost automatically, there was no way he was going to approach anybody, not in here. But he couldn’t just leave, not moments after entering, in his mind that would only raise suspicion.

So he sat there, a piece of parchment on the table top, a quill in his hand, writing out a homework essay he’d completed back at the castle before Christmas. But it gave him something to do.. It hopefully meant he’d be undisturbed.

This is the last time I ever go shopping alone..


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[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto liked a drink every now and then. She was of age and so it was all legal and above bored shockingly but sometimes she liked to be alone for her drink, alone and unbothered and the most perfect place for that in London was the Spider's Nest Inn, the almost equivalent of the Hogs Head up in Hogsmeade, only this place was a tad more on the darker side of things and if possible it could even be grottier than the heap of crap in Hogsmeade called a pub, yet still if you wanted to be alone, this was the place to come.

Knocking back the last of her drink Alecto turned her head slightly when the door to the pub opened and light from outside was let in momentarily. A smirk travelled across her lips and she straightened her back up a little. This could be fun she thought as she placed an order for two shots of fire whiskey and paid the money, trying carefully not to touch the barkeeps filthy hands and giving the exact amount of money owed, that way she wouldn't have to handle any coin fingered by the unkept bar tender or any of the patrons that had passed through the doors of this so called establishment.

Taking the two shots and standing from the bar stool on which she had been sat, Alecto made her way over to the blonde haired boy she'd seen come in just moments ago. He was sat at a table with parchment out and it looked as though he was doing homework. Poor thing, he'd clearly stumbled in here by mistake and Alecto was going to help make sure that he never made that mistake again.

Setting one of the two fire whiskey's down upon his homework she stared down at the person she knew as 'Hart'. "You seem to have wondered in where you don't quite belong, Hart." She said with a cruel smirk tickling the corners of her lips as her eyes danced about his face, capturing his looks to her minds eye. "Drink up." She ordered in a soft tone but there was no mistaking the slightly psychotic tone she held within her vocal cords but it was always fun to lead by demonstration and so Alecto drank her own shot and placed the glass upon the table, watching Zeke closely.

[zeke]

Absorbed within the parchment upon the desk he never noticed Alecto approaching until the shot of fire whiskey settled down right before him. Zeke blinked behind the thin panels of his glasses, glancing up almost worriedly at whoever had approached him. Alecto.. If it were somebody unknown to him then perhaps he may have been a little happier to see her, she is, after all, undeniably beautiful. She was somebody that someone like Zeke would love to be around. That is, if she were anything close to a nice person. In his experience, Slytherin’s can’t be trusted. Even when they’re lovely to look at.

The cruel smirk caught his gaze and mentally he readied himself for the oncoming abuse he expected from every snake within the school. When it never came it left him with a mild buzz of confusion playing on the back of his mind, he had no idea where this was going. Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to find out.

“Here I was thinking I’d blend in perfectly.” It was a mumble of an answer in which he removed the shot glass from his parchment, lifting it up just a few inches, to prevent even the smallest watermark. There wasn’t much that he could think to say to her, last thing he wanted to do was give her ammunition against him, but neither did he wish to appear a weakling little Ravenclaw. “And I’m Zeke.. You’re Alecto.. Right? Uh.. How do I get back to Dia..gon..?” His sentence trailed away when he was ordered to drink up, eyes widening just a tad, not very noticeably, “but.. I don’t drink.”

It dulls his senses and makes people do ridiculous things, he’s never drank before so the pro’s of the liquor has never really been shown to him first hand. He’s only ever seen other people drunk off of their faces, intoxication isn’t something he himself has experienced. After seeing others he’s never really wanted to either. But in this situation, what the hell is he supposed to do? Zeke watched as she downed the drink, making it look so very easy, one couldn’t possibly hurt, could it?

It burnt. It burnt and made him instantly start choking once the foul tasting liquid went down his gullet to settle unhappily in his stomach. Baby blues scrunched up tightly as he coughed, his hand covering his mouth politely even as the alcohols heat ebbed away, “that is vile!” That will probably be the most opinionated thing he’ll say all night, “That’d clean out any car engine, geez.. why would you.. why would you even drink that?”

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[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto cared very little for what other people thought and therefore cared even less when they began to speak. She had no idea why she was so disinterested in most peoples thoughts but it probably had something to do with the fact that no one was as intriguing as her and no one's opinions actually mattered apart from hers. Yes, sometimes someone might come up with some sort of good plan or a good thought but usually those people spurted out a load of tosh before they got to their point or if they ever even made one some people were just irritating and liked to talk for no reason. It was frustrating but Alecto was more than willing to sit through anything Zeke wanted to talk about at the moment. She already had a spy in Gryffindor and it'd be might useful to have a Ravenclaw informant, whether the little mudblood knew what he was doing or not.

Zeke threw back the shot and Alecto watched the unfolding scene with pleasure. Perhaps it really was his first drink. He said he didn't drink but surely he'd had something by his age? Still, as Zeke gaged on the drink and scrunched up his face, Alecto just sat herself down on a spare chair at his little table, disgusted slightly by his muggle talk but she kept a straight face and tried not to let it show that talk of 'car engines' bothered her, but she had to say something, after all one glance around the dank pub with broken glass swept into the corner and sticky floors from probably days old alcohol told you that this wasn't the place to discuss muggle like things.

"It gives a good burn." Alecto said simply as she started playing with her shot glass on a spare little bit of table that wasn't covered in parchment. "And I'd quiet down on the muggle talk if I were you Hart, don't want to find yourself on the wrong end of hex from one of this lot do you?" She asked indicating behind her to a pub with few men in it, but they were all most certainly dangerous in their own way. "Now, tell me, what are you doing here Hart? This really isn't a place for someone of ... someone of your standing." She said, trying to be as nice as she could about the fact he was a muggle born, in Knockturn Alley in a pub that was full of the darkest people imaginable and she hoped she got a straight sort of answer from him, he seemed like the easily intimidated sort, she sort of hoped he was getting bullied at school a little, then perhaps she might be able to offer some services in return for a little information about the goings on in the Ravenclaw common room but she didn't want to jump down his neck with that yet, he had to get to know her first, well, he had to get to know her charade first.

[zeke]

The last time a drop of alcohol had passed his lips had been new years when his mother had provided him with a few ciders to bring in the year. He’d drunk one and that had been quite enough for this particular light weight, the alcohol had gone straight to his head. The shot that he’d just downed had been his first experience with spirits and it had hardly been an enjoyable one, the remnants of the liquid still warmed the back of his throat. With one more little cough, stifled by the hand against his lips, he placed the glass back down, stacking it on top of Alecto’s neatly.

Normality to Ezekiel is the muggle world that he’s so very used too, toasters, ovens, light switches, cars, televisions and so much more. Not to mention any of it in his day to day life would be very much like Alecto managing a day without thinking of the word ‘mudblood’. So Zeke thought nothing of his words until he was quietly reprimanded by the Slytherin girl in front of him, when the realization did hit his cheeks coloured a little and those bright eyes of his lowered to focus on his name scrawled into the corner of a piece of parchment, “Zeke.. Not Hart.. Hart sounds too much like a pet name.” He used to get called it at the muggle primary school he attended from his tutor. It continued until another kid in his class pointed out what Zeke’s just pointed out, he just doesn’t really like it all too much.

He said nothing about the fact that he could get hexed, the thought was worrying as hell and he knows all too well that the people around him were older and much more qualified than he is. Well, perhaps not more qualified, but much more experienced if the wrinkles on their faces are anything to go by. “And I’m just here,” he explained lamely, shrugging one of his shoulders to emphasise his words, “I don’t truthfully know where ‘here’ even is.” It was a rare thing for Ezekiel to admit he didn’t know something, but it can happen, “could you help me get back to Diagon Alley?” It was then that he looked back up, his eyes meeting hers as a small smile begins to curve at his lips, a hopeful look overall. If he can’t get back to the Alley then God knows what he’ll do.

She was being nice to him. He couldn’t quite believe his luck, he didn’t even quite trust it, but he was going to try to keep her this polite for as long as possible, unless of course she spontaneously combusts from all the bottled up hate. In which case he’d take his chances with a hooded stranger. All he could hope for right now is a little of her help, or perhaps her company at the very least. Wary but gullible, Ezekiel would quite easily fall for a false persona, he’ll even defend her against other people’s comments if it came to her, he’s a loyal little fella. But once trust is lost it’s difficult for Zeke to trust again. For now though, she has his trust, “Can I ask what are you doing here..? You look too clean for this place.”

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[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto didn't care much for calling people by their first names. Calling people by their surnames was a far easier way of showing their blood status and family heritage, it was something to be proud of but of course the muggleborns didn't understand such a concept, to be linked to your family was everything. Perhaps Zeke was trying to get away from his for whatever reason, or perhaps she was just over thinking it, perhaps he simply just preferred his forename. Whatever the case, Alecto wasn't entirely sure she'd stick to call him 'Zeke'.

"Nonsense, 'Hart' is a fine enough name." She said, unable to bring herself to say it was 'good' after all, it was not 'good' for it held no links to a pure blooded wizarding family, it was a filthy muggle family name. Then again maybe it wouldn't be wise of her to be calling him that in this place, or anywhere if she were to be associated with him beyond the now. "But if it's Zeke you prefer, then Zeke you shall be called."

Alecto had found it strange that a mudblood such as Zeke had stumbled into the darkness of Knockturn Alley and him being lost made it all the more amusing to Alecto, though she didn't allow her face to show any signs of amusment at his misfortune, instead she frowned . "We're in a very dark sort of place, ever heard of Knockturn Alley? I can help you get back to Diagon Alley, but after one more drink perhaps?" She asked, wondering if he'd attempt a little something else but she doubted it. Though her comment did bring up the question of if it was such a dark place then what was she doing here and of course, Zeke sort of asked that but in a nicer sort of way that could almost be considered a compliment, but she didn't take compliments from people that knew not what they were talking off, such as mudbloods and blood traitors. They were all just crazy after all.

"It is a rather dank sort of place, but it's quiet and I can go undisturbed for a short while." She explained. It was nice not having anyone come up to you in a drunkenly obnoxious state and try hitting on you, after all if anyone tried anything in here, they knew their chances of surviving the night were very slim, whether it be hitting on a young lady or starting some sort of pub brawl. There was nothing about this place that invited you to socialise with others and that was the main reason Alecto liked it.

[zeke]

Ezekiel is completely and utterly unaware that surnames held so much power in the wizarding world, if he had known that it was an insult to be referring to him by ‘Hart’ then he may have managed to muster a little offence. As it stands he’s completely unaware, in his world it’s a formality to refer to somebody by their last name, usually with a title before it, but perhaps removing the ‘Mr’ is a type of slang? Whichever way his mind is working it doesn’t matter, he just wishes to be called by his first name, it’s a preference that he will never change.

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile that lacked any of the cold malice so often directed towards him, his smile never looks forced, it’s just a simple curve of the lips that somehow transforms his entire expression into something much more welcoming than his previous wariness. It really is that easy to start earning trust with Zeke, just one miniscule favour should do it.

A flicker of recognition sparked to life when she mentioned the area he was currently within, his worries not quite lessening, but neither were they heightening. He’d surpassed the fact that this was a dark place, he’d had the mild panic a while back before he entered the inn, being told his assumptions were correct wasn’t that too much of a shock. Alecto offering her help was a little surprising though, not so much after she made that latter comment. “Another drink?” He had to question it, the last shot he’d taken still sat in his stomach like a puddle of warmth, it had even went so far as to make his fingertips tingle with warmth, he doesn’t particularly want another shot of that foul stuff.

“I’ll get this one? Since you bought last.. What’re you having? I’m getting a butterbeer,” there was a string of hopefulness to his tone because quite honestly he didn’t want to be in her debt. He’d been warned before that Slytherin’s remember things like that. “Or we could get a drink in Diagon Alley? I think I’ve witnessed enough of Knockturn alley for the time being.” This request he wasn’t expecting Alecto to go along with, he fully expected to be forced to stay in this place for a little longer, just to torment him with the quite frightening thought that he’s a muggle born surrounded by those supporting the darker arts. All he knows is that his mother would kill him if she knew.

“I suppose you can look after yourself just fine,” he added as an afterthought to what she said, a lopsided smile on his lips, “personally I prefer the library when I want undisturbed peace.. It’s always quiet.” It even smells better than this place. Zeke would quite happily take mouldy book scent over whatever mixture of aromas were currently assaulting his nostrils. Hoping that she’d accept his offer to move to Diagon Alley first he began collecting up the various pieces of parchments he’d spread over the table, aiming to stack them neatly and slide them back into the backpack at his feet.

[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto wasn't sure if the boy was for real or not but he made her smile a little in curiosity as she tried to figure him out a little. "I'm not even sure if they serve butterbeer here." She said with a chuckle. "But since you're offering to pay I'll have another shot of fire whiskey." Alecto looked about the pub. "And then maybe we'll get out of here." She said, spying a guy over in a corner checking the two of them out. Strange thing was Alecto was sure it was in a sexual predator sort of way and that he was most certainly not interested in her but more so the company she held at present. Who could blame the guy? Zeke was a little adorable with his blonde hair and giant, nerdy glasses. Well sort of.

Alecto looked over to the guy checking out Zeke once more and then back to Zeke. Alecto had no clue as to Zeke's sexual orientation and nor did she care too much because even if he was gay or bisexual she very much doubted the burely man with the pitiful attempt of a beard was his type. Zeke looked as though he might prefer the cleaner types, ones that actually took a shower every now and then and didn't just allow themselves to bathe in their own sweat and Merlin only knew what other types of gross juices. Then again most Ravenclaws were too into learning about new things to fall into any sort of sexual thoughts, but then again, they were all human and she knew for a fact that some of them had urges.

"The library? Quiet enough but too much effort to sneak a drink into. I suppose I might like it more should they include a bar." She commented, and maybe a few male strippers she thought to herself, after all there was nothing wrong with a little entertainment and alcohol while studying. She was sure many more students would have improved grades. If you didn't improve your grades, you couldn't get into the library. Alecto sighed to herself a little as she watched Zeke pack up his things, sometimes she truly believed she should actually run the world, she'd be so much better at it than everyone else, apart from possibly the dark Lord.

"Right, drinks and then Diagon Alley. In need of anything in particular or just up for some exploration?" She asked wondering if Zeke had gotten himself lost in search of something or if he really was just crappily coordinated.

[zeke]

Zeke was completely and utterly oblivious to the man eyeing him up in the corner. In fact he’s usually oblivious to anybody liking him in any way other than friendship. He’s an innocent lad really, when it comes to sexual experiences and relationship experiences there aren’t enough to write on the back of his own hand. The furthest he’s ever gone with a girl is a cheeky little kiss on a park bench back in his home town, with a girl he’s been holding hands with since he was just a kid. She and he had nothing but best friendship status between them, but they’d both been curious. They’d also both decided that was as far as it would go after the kiss.

Zeke’s just.. Well, he’s not had time for anything like that. Not to mention he’s so oblivious to people coming onto him it’s actually embarrassing for him sometimes. Yes, ladies and gentleman, this boy’s a virgin.

He’d smiled lopsidedly at Alecto’s chuckle, worming his hand into his jeans pocket to pull out the little amount of money he’s carrying with him, closing his fingers around the handful before she could see just how much he had. “Well.. If there’s no butterbeer I’ll just go and get your fire whiskey? I’m not really feeling in an alcoholy mood.” Plus, he doubted he’d be able to afford two drinks without going to Gringott’s first, but it’s not very likely that he’ll be telling her that. It’s not that his family is poor, on the contrary, they have a lot of muggle money, but transferring funds into the wizarding currency is a little complicated for simple minded muggles like his parents.

He had to admit that the more time passed with Alecto as company the more that he was starting to warm to her. He’d heard stories about Slytherin’s, the Carrow’s, the Lestrange’s,, Zabini’s, the Black’s family dilemma’s and a load more, but sitting with her he had to wonder if any of the stories were true, or just rumour. Sometimes rumours can hit history harder than the actual truth. He liked her, maybe she was just the victim of slander?

“Is alcohol really necessary for being alone..?” Although, he had to wonder whether she seeks undisturbed quiet time for a certain reason? Zeke couldn’t help but think that somewhere deep down she was really only using alcohol to drown something she doesn’t care to remember or focus on. His speculative gaze held nothing more than polite curiosity, his entire demeanor relaxed. She has blue eyes, the thought was quick and he looked away from her towards the bar, he’d never before thought of Slytherin’s as people.. They were always just the brutes of the school. The bullies. Meaning that they should really be avoided.

“I wouldn’t mind doing some exploration, I was just looking for a present.. For my Gran.” A muggle woman who held the ideas of magic within her imagination but still remained oblivious to her grandson’s world. Ezekiel had decided to buy her something spectacular, a secret present to give the old woman a glimmer of childlike joy once more. Magic, even for muggles, should exist, even if it be simple card tricks. This belief is pretty much one of the main reasons he’s such a book worm, he wishes to absorb all of the spells he can learn, he wants to achieve something beyond all of his childhood dreams. “But I can do that another day if you’d prefer to do something else..” There he goes, assuming she’d want to spend more time with him.

He flashed her a little grin as he stood to his feet, confidence rising as conversation continued, “I’ll be back with your drink in a second.. You just want a firewhiskey?”

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[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto's love life was a lot different to Zeke's. She'd had her first little peck when she was nine and her first proper kiss when she was eleven. It was no wonder the girl had been through so many in her time at Hogwarts, though it wasn't as though she'd class herself as a slut. Others might but she didn't think of herself in such a way, she just considered herself in high demand and she only picked the ones she liked the looks of, that had a good pureblooded backgrounds and money was always a bonus too, especially for long-term partners, an actual boyfriend or girlfriend because Alecto liked to be spoilt, she liked to have money spent on her, she was even warming up to Zeke considering her was going to buy her a drink, though she would always keep in the front of her mind that he was a filthy little mudblood but she'd have him twisted around her little finger and hopefully get all sorts of information out of him and if he didn't have any information to share? Well then she could easily leave his poor little dead body in some ditch. It wouldn't be an unusual sight to behold in Knockturn Alley, especially if it was made to look like an accident.

"Alcohol isn't a necessity, it's an indulgence. It's a refined taste one can enjoy in the company of others or alone in silent contemplation. I prefer it when I'm enjoying my own company, I find I can appreciate it more." She said with a little smile, wondering just how she was going to get any information from Zeke, she couldn't just very well ask for it yet, she had to wait until Zeke was more comfortable with her and she always based how comfortable others were around her by their willingness to defend her against harsh accusations or their willingness to go out of their way to do a favour for her. When she had Zeke running some ridiculous errand for her, and honestly it didn't seem that far away, then she knew she'd be able to start casually asking him questions about all sorts of things. His common room, where he lived and what sort of community it was and pretty much anything she could dream of. She had plenty of uses for all types of information and you could guarantee none of it would be good.

"Ah, well I don't think you'll be finding your dear granny any presents in this Alley. I'll help you have a look about Diagon Alley and think up some present idea's." She said in as friendly a tone as she could muster. "And yeah, just the firewhiskey would be perfect, thank you." Alecto smiled at Zeke and started wondering, just what exactly would an old muggle lady want? A quick a speedy death perhaps?

[zeke]

If Zeke had any clue that Alecto was even thinking of him being in a ditch thanks to her then he’d really be quite petrified. Fighting is something that he’s never really done before. He’s been beaten before, he’s had spells, hexes and curses placed on him and not once has he tried to fire any spell back. He has the arsenal in which to protect himself, his mind can work quickly in which to find any spell that could help his cause, protego being the most obvious. He never does it though, he’d much rather just take whatever comes his way.. In his experience if you avoid the first means of attack, the second is usually far worse.

He’s not entirely all too used to getting to know people and then getting stabbed in the back. In his mind if people are nice to you to begin with then they always will be, he’s just been lucky enough to meet some truly lovely people.

“I think we have different opinions regarding alcohol..” He doesn’t appreciate alcohol in the slightest; it gives him a headache and makes him say stupid things that he just knows that he’ll regret terribly. He’s the type of person who actually likes spending time in thoughtful contemplation without the alcohol induced thoughts climbing into his head. Plus, it always makes him really quite horny and he really has no idea how to go about finding himself somebody for that purpose. “Or I just have an unrefined palate, I suppose..” And he’s underage, illegal things aren’t that much of a thrill for Zeke, he’d prefer not to get a black mark on his record thankyouverymuch. Not unless it were for a very good reason anyway.

His expression brightened considerably as she offered her help, his chest suddenly swelling with an emotion he’s not entirely certain about but doesn’t care enough to question. He felt always special, in a way, to have somebody like her willing to spend time with him. People will say that popularity means nothing to them, that they don’t need it to be happy, but to be recognized by somebody everybody knows, that’s something people will rarely admit to loving. “Anything will do, as long as it’s not dangerous or anything.. And’s unique to the wizarding world o’ course..” He’d lowered his voice a touch for the latter part of his sentence, remembering all too clearly what she said about his kind being within a place like this. He has no desire to get hexed.

He left her with a quiet ‘two secs’ and meandered on over to the bar, looking nothing less than a little intimidated by the barman. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation in him getting the fire whiskey asked for, something that alarmed Zeke really, perhaps underage drinking isn’t as much of a big deal in the wizarding world, or this place just doesn’t care enough to ID their customers. He passed the money over for the drink, noting the filthy nails of the hand that took it, he didn’t dare to make eye contact, he doesn’t particularly want somebody to realize just how out of place he is here. The glass barely made a noise as he set it down in front of Alecto, taking back his seat as he did so. He honestly couldn’t wait to just get out of this place now, he wanted to be alone with her, somewhere where he wasn’t on any level of alert.

“If we can’t find anything quickly then.. I don’t know, we could always do something else? I have a few weeks to get her something so I could always pop into Hogsmeade sometime. I don’t want you getting bored..” Plus, he’s trying to be sensitive here, he knows what he is, he knows what she is. Ezekiel would appreciate her company, just as it were now, more often. He doesn’t want her to leave simply because he’s a reputation killer for Slytherin’s everywhere..

Little does he know what she actually has planned for him.

[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto watched as Zeke headed to the bar to fetch her a drink. Getting served in a place like this was easy. You could be ten and they wouldn't ask any questions, though of course most ten year olds had the sense not to enter such a dark place full of such despicable people. Chances were they'd be snatched up by almost anyone, if the parents were rich, the child would be held for ransom, if they weren't, well the fear of small children was delectable and without a doubt the poor little thing that thought it would like this place would end up dead, though surely not after a lengthy sort of torture. Sadly the thought amused Alecto more than shocked the girl.

Alecto silently sat and wondered to herself what an old muggle woman might like, something mystical wound screw with her head surely, maybe a pet dinosaur? No, old people didn't much care for looking after things, then again fish were easy to care for, drop in some food and make sure their tank got cleaned every couple of days or so, an older lady could manage with that.

Alecto scorned herself in her mind, she couldn't believe she was sat thinking of gifts for a muggle grandmother but she hoped all her efforts would pay off, that somewhere along the way she'd be able to get all sorts of information out of Zeke even if he wasn't aware he was providing her with anything.

Zeke returned with her drink and set it down on the table before her. Alecto smiled across to him. "Thank you, Zeke." Alecto put her fingers around the glass and smiled some more at Zeke "You don't need to worry, I won't get bored." Mainly because if I really do, you'd be great for a torture and kill exercise. "I've been thinking, what about a self-filling teapot and cup for your Gran? She can make the pot of tea in the kitchen and then when it's the perfect strength she can add her sugars and milk to the pot and it will just appear in her tea cup in the living room all lovely and hot. All she has to do is relax." Old people liked tea, right?"It will hold its temperature all day and once the pot is empty the cup and pot will just clean themselves ready for the next days use." That was a somewhat good idea if the woman liked tea, if she didn't then it was kind of a useless suggestion. "Or the other thing I could think of was a multi coloured fish that changes colour. I'm not sure how capable your Gran is and if she'd even like a pet."

Alecto knocked back her drink and placed the glass down on the table. She stood up and looked at Zeke. "I'll take you back to Diagon Alley, come on." She said turning around and heading towards the door, trying to think of more ridiculous gifts for a muggle gran. Surely there were sections in shops for these sort of things.

[zeke]

Zeke didn’t know how to respond to her suggestions; they were brilliant and at the same time he found himself quite amazed by these things himself. He wanted those two things; to buy either one and give it over to his grandmother suddenly seemed very unfair. The old woman loves her tea just as much as any other elderly British member of society, she’d absolutely love the tea set. Of course Ezekiel would have a lot to explain about the thing worked, he’d probably do some research within the library just to find out what spells are placed upon the gift. His grandmother would appreciate that.

Not as much as Ezekiel appreciates Alecto’s help though, when she smiled at him from across the table he couldn’t help but return it. Being in somebody’s company was a happy enough experience for him, to have the company of somebody who looks like Alecto does.. well, although there was an intense feeling of unworthiness, it was also such a boost for his almost nonexistent confidence. She was unknowingly being nicer than she realised to this Ravenclaw, helping him out in more ways than she realised. He averted his gaze, biting into his lower lip with a small smile still on his lips. For some reason he found it getting incredibly hard to maintain eye contact with her.

“I like the tea set idea.. It’s brilliant,” and he meant that, in fact, his next question was; “do you know where I can get one?” Of course he’d have to stop off at Gringotts first, he wasn’t sure if she’d be ok with that or not but in all honesty he was finding himself less willing to go shopping for his grandmother and more willing to just hang out with Alecto someplace.

That wish would probably be less attractive if he knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to torture and kill him if she gets bored. That would terrify the poor muggle born Ravenclaw.

“Have you ever had one of those fishes?” He was on his feet and jogging to catch up, overtaking her by just a few steps to open the door for her, always the gentleman, “do they do anything else cool?” Like make music or dance or do tricks. He really doesn’t know much about wizarding merchandise, just the spells. He’s overly adept with them. It’s just the wizarding culture and society he knows little to nothing about.

There was no breeze when he opened the door but the air smelt one hell of a lot cleaner suddenly, he hadn’t realised quite how muggy and humid it was in the Inn, “after you.”

[alecto mileena carrow]

Alecto pondered over her gift idea's a little more. There was nothing else she could really think of for a muggle woman other than the sweet release of death from her pitiful, meaningless life, and of course, the woman's life was pitiful and meaningless she was a muggle after all with no means of any real future any more. Her life was over with, she was just wasting oxygen but family tended to get attached to one another and as such Zeke's dear little granny would just become a burden upon them until the day she died. It would be a release for the family too, surely she couldn't be wrong about that. It would be quite a charitable thing for her to do, just kill the filthy muggle.

Alecto smiled at Zeke but shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not entirely sure, but I'm sure there's plenty of gift shops in Diagon Alley that will have such a thing and if not I'm sure they'd be willing to order one in for you." Alecto thought about the fish. "No, I never had one but I'm sure the pet shop has all sorts of magical fish that do all sorts of various tricks and such." Alecto wasn't a fan of animals, she put up with her owl purely because she needed to send letters and the house elf because it did things she didn't want to do and shouldn't have to do what with being a pureblood. Things like dishes, laundry and cooking. Ugh, such menial things, she had better things to spend her time on.

Alecto stepped out of the pub, not even bothering to acknowledge Zeke's kindness, to her a man holding open a door was something that ought to happen for someone like her, she was important and really shouldn't be touching door handles when she was in the company of others. Enjoying briefly the smell of fresh air Alecto allowed her eyes to adjust a little to the daylight before she started heading down Knockturn Alley in the direction of Diagon Alley, spotting Borgin and Burke and thinking a deadly piece of jewellery might just be good enough for Zeke's grandma.

"Perhaps a special necklace would be nice, something that stood out in the muggle world but wasn't overly obvious, just very pretty, possibly made of unicorn horn or something." Alecto was surprised that she could actually think of a few gifts for a muggle, she'd never given it any thought before but it was just basic magical things that you'd find in almost every magical home, something she supposed Zeke had never experienced.