Slytherin's Worst

Alexander Avery Pureblood | 6th year | Slytherin I don't care.

[alexanderavery]

Sublime Cruelty | Alexander and Amycus

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus listened to Alexander’s request, and at first, he was a bit confused because why on earth would Alexander think to come to him for tutoring? Amycus rarely attended the jokes that were classes. He wouldn’t be the first one to go to when you wanted to learn school-appropriate material. But that’s when it dawned on him. Alexander didn’t want any stupid school appropriate nonsense. Amycus couldn’t stop the nasty smirk that took over his face, and he didn’t want to.

“Why Alexander, are you requesting what I think you are?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. “I’m flattered.” And he was. Amycus prided himself on what he did and what he knew; the fact that Alexander came to him over some other Slytherin said a lot about Amycus’s reputation, which is something Amycus enjoyed. “Though,” he said, pausing. He looked around, making sure there wasn’t anyone unsavory about - well, apart from the still disgustingly happy Gryffindors, but they were harmless. “I have to make sure you’re not asking me for your own benefit, other than just learning. You’re not going to be a bitch and get me in any kind of trouble, are you?” He narrowed his eyes and gave Alexander a piercing look.

It wasn’t so much that Amycus thought that Alexander would turn on him, really. He’d known the other boy for too long to think something so low of Alexander. That being said, there was never a guarantee that you could trust someone completely. That was a lesson Amycus had learned a long time ago. He wasn’t so dumb as to fall into a trap of sorts. And he wasn’t going to let his knowledge of the dark arts be taken advantage of, either. Amycus had to learn the hard way, and he’d make Alexander do the same if he had to. “Just a bit of self preservation, you understand.”

[alexanderavery]

Alexander felt a lot more self-assured when Amycus's grin appeared. The glance over to the Gryffindors confirmed his suspicions. His confidence spilled over and Alex was sure that he would have his way. It seemed that complimenting people for personal gain was an inherited trait of his. "Me? Of course not," he replied with only a partly-serious stare. "I want to be powerful, but not until school's out of the way. I can promise that no trouble will come of this for at least one year." Alexander just couldn't restrain his sarcasm sometimes. But there was at least some trust between the two and Amycus would be able to deduce his sincerity. 

"I understand completely Amycus, I realise I am asking a lot of you, you are very gracious to do this for me." Falling back to flattery, Alexander's mind began to wander to how he might be after he was tutored. He could finally pro- no, that was a small goal now, insignificant. It was true what he had said about waiting until graduation: despite his outward attitude he didn't want to disgrace himself by being unable to complete his education. Besides, he had some talent in a fair few of his lessons and he felt it to be a shame to waste that. 

There was a lot of mystery behind Amycus' plans too. Judging by his reputation, he was set to join with more powerful wizards and witches than most thought existed. Still, he had never known what exactly he had arranged for when he left Hogwarts. Perhaps it would come up during their time together but Alex dared not ask him outwardly. From what he knew of Alecto (and he assumed the two were very similar in this way), it was not wise to ask the Carrows personal questions unless you valued your life lowly. 

[alexanderavery]

Sublime Cruelty | Alexander and Amycus

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus generally thought himself too good for trivial trips to the village near school, and as such, rarely ever graced it with his presence. However, even he could realize the merit of getting out of the castle sometimes, particularly when things were dull. Besides, he was of age now, and could purchase alcohol, which was always a good thing in his mind. Not that very many of the village pubs would be willing to sell him alcohol, as most knew he was still a student, but Amycus had no doubt that he’d somehow be able to persuade someone to procure a beverage.

Which proved harder than he thought, and left Amycus in a fowl mood. So he skulked around some of the dodgier parts of the village (if any part of Hogsmeade could be considered ‘dodgy’; it was a far too pleasant of a place, there really should be a limit on how idyllic a village could be), waiting for some amusements. A group of third years were walking down the main road, in his direction no less, all babbling and giddy from their visit. Amycus scowled, and decided right then that he’d have to do something about that. 

So he hid in the shadows a bit, trying his best to blend in (which was hard, giving that everything here was so damn bright), and as they passed him, he sent out a variety of hexes in their direction. Squeals soon punctured the air as the little brats realized what had happened and went running. Smirking, Amycus was both pleased and disappointed. That could’ve gone better, but he supposed he didn’t try very hard. He sighed and emerged from the shadows, looking each way before turning tail and making his way back to the castle. He’d had enough cheer for the day.

He was walking in the entrance hall, uncomfortably surrounded by a crowd of way too happy people. He sneered around at them as he made to veer off towards Great Hall, looking to grab a small something of sustenance before doing the minimal amount of homework he could get away with. Really, the only reason he bothered was so as to not upset his parents too much. Classes were generally a waste of time; they couldn’t teach him anything worth knowing. It was right then that he heard it, someone yelled his given name. Turning his head and seeing Avery, a classmate and dorm-mate, Amycus smirked again and made his way over, snarling at anyone who got in his way.

“Alexander,” he said. “I’ve just been down to the village, and it was rather dreadful, I don’t know why I even bothered. How goes it?” Not that he really cared, unless Avery had been up to something interesting, but formalities weren’t to be forgotten, no matter how annoying they could be. Besides, Amycus was mildly curious about what Alexander had been doing, as he was nearly as vicious as Amycus himself, and that was something that could be respected, if upheld.

[alexanderavery]

Alexander met Amycus' smirk with an equally unpleasant grin. The Carrow's cold voice passed through Alex's ears almost unnoticed; he was slightly distracted by the shrieks of two first year girls, terrified by the appearance of the Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. And he also had one burning question on his mind. How could he learn new spells?

For as long as he could remember, Alex's father had been part of an organisation much more secretive than any other. There had been nights that Alex wouldn't even catch a glimpse of his father due to the long hours he would spend "working". What little he did of his father, however, was more impressive than anything Alexander had ever seen before. The skill his father held in the Dark Arts was of the highest level. Alex's admiration for his father was constantly shot down any time he'd ask to be taught. Malus would always refuse him and Alex was soon forbidden to "pester" him with questions again. Alex's curiosity had been stifled for too long and now he was going to find his own answers. He wanted to be a powerful as his father. 

Rumours were always spreading about the Slytherins, namely Amycus. A short walk through the school had allowed Alexander to overhear several conversations, with enough information to know that Amycus was powerful. Of course, he knew that already, but what he hadn't previously known was that Amycus was also educated in the Dark Arts. Alexander would bet that if anyone could help him, it was the Carrow brother. "I was wondering if you would be willing to...tutor me, in a sense. I want to learn some more - ahem - advanced spells." Alex felt a fool for being discreet about his intentions but he was not in the mood to be overheard by Rita Skeeter or one of her other gossipy minions. This was something that needed to remain private.

[alexanderavery]

Sublime Cruelty | Alexander and Amycus

“Another day wasted,” Alexander muttered under his breath. He scoured the common room with a look of disgust and wished to whatever Gods there were that something new would happen. Weekends were always dull. He couldn’t even busy himself with essays because he’d ‘vowed’ to stay on top of school work. So now, as he lounged over the largest sofa in the room, he felt nothing but boredom.

The high-pitched chatter of some third years grew louder as the minutes passed and compelled Alexander to slink away from his position. On any other day, he might have shut them up, but this gave him reason enough for him to create something exciting. With purposeful slowness, he made his way through the dungeons, towards to main hive of activity.

A whimpering echoed from ahead, catching Alex’s attention. As he drew closer, he saw a second year boy dressed in Ravenclaw uniform. Why he was seeking comfort in the dungeons was beyond Alex, but he decided to prod the boy to find out. “Children shouldn’t be alone down here, you know,” he said with utter coolness. The boy lifted his head and said nothing. “It’s rude to ignore your superiors, do muggle parents not teach that to their children?” he continued, a wicked smirk creeping onto his mouth.

When the boy refused to say anything, Alex began to walk on again. The boy lowered his head once more and the whimpering resumed. He lazily lifted his wand over his shoulder and said, almost as a whisper, “crucio.” He cackled in delight upon the shrieks of the boy, grateful that his incessant crying had ceased. “Oh,” he paused, as if remembering something he’d left behind. “Pertrificus totallus,” he said. The Ravenclaw froze in his pose of torture, agony chiselled on his face. A low laugh slipped from Alex and he walked away with a greater enthusiasm about him.

He emerged with grace into a throng of busied students, each babbling with excitement from trips to the village. Among the crowd, he spied the stern-looking Carrow brother, Amycus. Rumours of the siblings’ antics had reached even Alex, who was now greatly intrigued by the brother. He pushed his way past to stand near enough to Amycus to call his name. “Amycus,” was all he yelled, still with a smoothness that promised a response.

[luciusaamalfoy-deactivated20130]

Hello? Anyone here?

[alexanderavery]

Good to see you again Malfoy.

[luciusaamalfoy-deactivated20130]

And to you too. How have you been? It’s been ages.

[alexanderavery]

I've been...busy, so to speak. And yourself? Yes, it has been too long.

[luciusaamalfoy-deactivated20130]

Hello? Anyone here?

[alexanderavery]

Good to see you again Malfoy.

[sleepyartprincess]

[hogwarts1975confessions-blog]

[florence-macmillan]

I’m not dating anyone thank you very much.

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“I’m bored Alexander. Entertain me.”

“And what exactly am I supposed to do to be entertaining? Your boredom is not my problem.”

“Hmpf.”

An apparently bored Emma Vanity, taken by an irritated Alex Avery. Circa 1976.

[alexanderavery]

The Slytherin quidditch team have gained a beater.

[alexanderavery]

the-emma--vanity:

Oh that’s fantastic Al! I’m a chaser! Better keep those bludgers out of my way!

Oh good! I promise not one bludger will even get close to you.

[alexanderavery]

The Slytherin quidditch team have gained a beater.

[dirkcresswells]

Only in your dreams. Besides I never look like a fool.

But don’t be too scared about your first match. Really.

[alexanderavery]

Oh your vanity is truly amusing. 

[alexanderavery]

The Slytherin quidditch team have gained a beater.

[dirkcresswells]

Already excited to beat you, Avery.

[alexanderavery]

Don't become too complacent Cresswell, you'll just end up looking like more of a fool when Slytherin win the cup.

[alexanderavery]

The Slytherin quidditch team have gained a beater.

I'm not sure what compelled me to do it but I'm on the team now.

[insepure]

[florence-macmillan]

Broken || Emma and Alexander

[alexanderavery]

the-emma--vanity:

“Good!” Emma sat up; the idea of talking would probably help her mind clear quite a bit. Maybe she would stop thinking about her elf. Yes, that’s what she would do. This could distract her from her troubles. “Well, my favourite food is probably cinnamon buns, the ones the elves make in the kitchens are really good. My friend, Edgar, and I go get them all the time. Oh, but don’t tell anyone I’m friends with him—I’ll get in trouble. He’s a Hufflepuff you see, and Bella would not approve. Promise?” Emma looked intently at him, her fingers still intertwined with his.

“Other than that, my favourite color is pink—or white. I like white quite a bit, even though it isn’t really a color.” Emma’s blue eyes looked up at the ceiling as she tried to think of more things to say. “I like to cook but I’m not very good at it. I like to play Quidditch a lot, I have a little brother, he doesn’t go here though. He goes to some silly French school. My step-father is French and believes that Hogwarts is a lesser school in comparison.” Emma shrugged “You’re turn, tell me about yourself.”

Emma couldn’t deny that she may have rushed through the strange introduction of herself. Frankly, she just wanted to know about Alexander. She wanted to know why he was so broody, she wanted to know about his family, she wanted to see the world through his eyes because she had only seen it through her own. The world she saw through her own eyes wasn’t very big, it was small and it was painful and lonely. However, a small part of her saw the world differently, that maybe the entire world wasn’t like that—just the one that she was living in. The idea of escaping tickled at her senses and made her legs itch, as though any instant she could leap up and run away. Emma often wanted to run away, because her world seemed so small and she was quite claustrophobic. She wanted to run not because she was a coward but because she longed for adventure and discovery.

For a while that’s all she thought about, unaware if Alexander had begun speaking or not. He hadn’t. Emma assured him she was listening by lightly tracing her thumb across one of his hands. She was so unbelievably curious, so inquisitive. When Emma wanted to learn something she paid attention, so focused she was, that Ravenclaws could falter in comparison. Of course, this rarely happened, so maybe the girl’s intensity was a small gift to the boy sitting across from her. As close to a gift as Emma could give.

He sat listening to all her likes and dislikes, easily memorising each of them. An overwhelming sense of happiness consumed him and he enjoyed the feeling. This euphoria was almost tangible. It all seemed so right, sitting here with Emma and listening to her become so excited. For the first time in over a year, Alex's mouth spread into a genuine smile. And then it dropped as quickly as it appeared.

"Edgar? Oh, yeah, him. Well why should it matter whether Bella approves or not? You shouldn't have to hide him fro-..." His sentence trailed off and his hands began to clench into fists. He couldn't continue this now. It didn't sit right in him that Emma, his Emma, had another friend. Another male friend. That she kept secret from everyone else.  Alexander knew that Emma hadn't shared himself with anyone, at least not in the way he'd like her to. How many other guys was she keeping hidden away? Was he still just another flirtation to her?

But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. Or perhaps he had every right to be doubtful. Emma had a reputation for tricking guys into giving her what she wanted. Heck, she'd done that with him when they first met. The confusion in Alex was too great and he screwed his eyes tightly in an attempt to work things out. Surely Emma wouldn't be so open with him now if she only wanted him as a distraction. Things just didn't add up.

He opened his eyes again and looked into hers. His natural instinct was to snap some sarcastic remark at her. Instead he simply said: "Emma, I'm not used to having someone to talk to about anything besides the dar-" Alexander realised now was not the time to bring up his dark ambitions, "besides the typical small talk. I want to trust you, believe me I do. I just need to know for certain that I'm not sat here with you so that you aren't bored. I need to know that you want me here for more than that. So you have to tell me now, because if all you see me as is a cure for boredom then I can't have anything more to do with you."

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“Come on Emma, look at the camera.”

“No. I’m still mad at you.”

“How many times do I have to apologize?”

“Try a few more and I might forgive you.”

Taken by Alexander after he and Emma got into another fight, circa 1976. 

[felicitygreengrass]

The Hog's Head || Alexander and Felicity

[felicitygreengrass]

She said nothing to his snarky comment, but only exhaled slowly, shaking her head slightly. The dinginess of the pub was apparent, the windows were covered in a layer of slime, and with all of the general griminess, she half expected an infestation of spiders to inhabit every nook and cranny. As Alex found their seats, she smirked when he gave the table and seats a once over. Always been anal about cleanliness, she thought, but begrudgingly she had to admit that she had started to pick up on his habits when they spent a lot of time together. Whenever she sat down anywhere, she always inspected the chairs, just out of habit. 

Fel had spaced out slightly, looking off towards the back of the wall when he asked if she was warming up. She snapped back to attention, offering a slightly wavering smile. “Oh, yeah I am.” She reassured him, leaning slightly forward in her stool. She cocked her head to one side, a bit puzzled at his strange look. 

“What are you thinking about?” She asked suddenly, raising a brow. Usually they both had a bit of trouble actually saying what they were thinking so she wasn’t sure if he’d even answer, but she thought she’d take a shot for once. 

[alexanderavery]

He almost ignored her reply, distracted by her body language. Her shirt fell slightly, revealing her very prominent collar bones, and Alex had to restrain himself from biting his lip. Felicity was no stranger to guys looking at her, but Alex knew her body better than most. During the countless times they'd slept together, he'd memorised her body and how it worked. As her neck was exposed, memories of love-bites and harsh kisses flooded back. Suddenly Alexander realised how inappropriate his thoughts were becoming and shook them from his mind.

At her question he hurriedly tried to conjure a convincing lie before realising that she knew him too well for that. Instead he replied with a vague answer. "Just reminiscing about old times, Fel," he said with a half-grin. He really hoped she wouldn't press the matter further and looked over to the barman again. The lazy old coot appeared unconscious  so he called to him. "Would it really trouble you to provide the lady and I with a beverage? Or can your flea-riddled brain not cope with that request?" Alexander never cared for workers, especially those that looked like they were harbouring several fatal diseases. A grunt was all that came from the old man and Alex sighed. It didn't seem worth it to make a fuss over one drink. Besides, he'd only really spoken to him because he needed to distract Felicity. Now he decided to ask her how she was.

"Hmm. Anyway, how have you been keeping yourself, Fel, busy I trust?" he joked.

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“Why don’t we just lay here awhile?” 

“Sounds fine by me.” 

Alexander Avery and Emma Vanity sleeping in on a lazy Sunday morning. Taken by a charmed camera, circa 1975.