Alecto
Amycus leaned forward, closing his journal as he ran a hand over his face, letting out a heavy breath. He had been collecting ingredients for the shop, a bag of various items sitting in the chair beside him at the Leaky Cauldron. He needed to get out of the flat and the shop for a while, and had volunteered to gather what was needed, since Alecto would have had to do it herself at some point. The last thing he wanted was to get on his sister’s bad side, especially now that Caradoc Dearborn was declared a traitor to the Dark Lord. Even though Alecto had the Dark Mark branded on her arm, he felt that her anger towards Caradoc had more to do with personal betrayal. Sure, every Death Eater was on the look out for Dearborn, ready to cut his throat if they saw him again, but Alecto was friends with him. So, he wasn’t about to push her buttons. It was usually his job to aggravate Alecto, because that’s what younger brother’s did, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut…for the most part.

Rising to his feet, he slipped his journal into the bag of groceries, and pushed back the chair, placing the bag beneath his arm. He didn’t want to waste any more time getting back to his sister, not knowing why she needed him to return him at that very moment. He highly doubted that she wanted to talk it out, or something equally out of character. It was more likely that she’d want to use him as someone to yell at, or hit, than to want him to come home so she could use him as a shoulder to lean on…then again, yelling at each other, or calling the other a ‘bitch’ or an ‘asshole’ was usually how they verbally displayed affection.

Getting to the front of the shop, he twisted the handle and tried to push open the door, only to notice there was something in the way. Furrowing his brows, he shoved his shoulder against the door a few times, finally making his way inside. He stood in the doorway for a good while, eyes going wide at the sight before him. When he came to his senses, he shut the door behind him, placing the bag down on the nearest flat surface, climbing over various objects to get to the stairs that lead up to their apartment. His heart was pounding in his chest, because even though he knew she was still alive, since she was able to demand that he come home immediately, he didn’t know what shape she was in.

He should have known that they’d come after her…

“Alecto?” He called her name out to her after he opened the door to their place, closing that door behind him as well. His hand had already gripped around his wand as soon as he saw the rubble downstairs, but he hadn’t even noticed.