Alasdair didn’t need Matt to say the full word to know what he was talking. Or the fact that the woman he was talking about was a Death Eater or Snatcher. Most likely a Death Eater if she had been contracted to kill someone. Terror and bile clawed at him along with a twist of dark memories. He was acutely aware that his heart rate had spiked and keeping this false form felt more difficult than normal. His throat felt choked like a rope being tightened slowly as Matt struggled to speak. When Matt swallowed his tea, seeming unable to continue, something automatic took over Alasdair’s brain. It was the same mechanical reaction he had had during his time at the Hockens. It was just easier.
”The Imperius Curse. Once upon a time, it was forbidden. It forces the cursed person to follow the orders and will of the caster. If you try to fight it, it can cause you to lose your mind,” he explained, devoid of emotion, ”It’s unavoidable and there’s no known spell to detect or break it. It’s dependant on the caster completely. Which lays the question of how you got free from a Death Eater without being dead.”
Alasdair looked at Matt intently, eyes going black in aggression. Ev’s friend under the Imperius. Potentially here because he was ordered to. And he was stupid enough to give him his name because he wanted to try to be kind. For Everett. Instead now he and his partner may be in grave danger. His arm tensed a bit at his side, not quite going for his wand but prepared to do so should Matt make a move now that he’d been called out. Perhaps he had been let go. He seemed as broken up as the newly freed slaves they got into the City. But it was rare and didn’t make sense for the situation Matt had explained. If a Death Eater had been ordered to kill him and instead enslaved him then letting him go free would be the last logical thing to do. Unconsciously, Alasdair had shifted slightly from retrieving his mug to standing between Matt and Ev protectively.