Amycus Carrow

28, former Slytherin, one half trying to be whole

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roman-jadore‌:

Roman had to resist the urge to say “I’ll take it” the second he laid eyes on the gem. His mouth felt a little dry as he stared into the azure depths of the precious stone, fingers twitching with the itch to just reach out and touch it.

“It’s stunning,” he breathed out, “A dragon’s hoard, you say? Did they mention what kind? A Welsh Green? An Antipodean Opaleye? If they managed to get it away from the hoard unscathed, I have to assume the dragon wasn’t too dangerous.”

Depending on the rarity of the dragon, the price of the gem would also hike up immeasurably- or so Roman assumed. He wondered if Amycus was even willing to part with it.

Amycus saw the way Roman’s eyes lit up and he tamped down a flare of satisfaction. The blonde man was like a Niffler, or a magpie, or a dragon, eager to collect all the shiny things placed in front of him. Amycus couldn’t exactly find fault with that, since Roman had spent a significant amount of money since first entering Carrow’s Collections. He preferred to keep control of his own impulses himself, though.

“They said it was a Greek breed,” Amycus replied. “And no one said anything about unscathed.” His lips pulled up in a smirk. Dragons were magnificent beasts, but beasts all the same. And this one had had a magnificent hoard. “Oh they didn’t kill the thing,” he added with a wave of his hand. “It’s a rare breed. They just wanted it to study, and probably to breed.” Much like how all the Pureblood parents wanted their children to breed. But Amycus wasn’t thinking about that currently.

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roman-jadore‌:

Roman felt as if there were a literal glint in his eye as he examined the jewels in front of him, ones laid out on velvet pillows and locked behind crystalline glass. His very own brother had once compared Roman to a Niffler, when they were boys: “you really are just attracted to all things shiny, aren’t you?” It wasn’t a comparison that Roman necessarily minded.

“You know me, Carrow. Can’t find it in myself to stay away,” he leaned forward to peer into a display case, expression openly curious, “Is there anything new to show me, today?”

Amycus shook his head, a wry smile on his face. He couldn’t say it was a bad thing. Repeat customers kept his business afloat after all. And he did get some pride with showing Roman things he had never seen before. “As a matter of fact....” He went to the back and picked up the gem he had been examining. 

Opening his hand, he revealed that it was nearly the size of his fist and a pure sky blue. “They found it in a dragon’s hoard,” he said, satisfaction clear in his tone. 

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Amycus’ head raised at the tinkle of the bell above the door. Removing the magnifier from his eye, he placed the jewel he had been examining back in its secure case, locking it with a flick of a wand before moving towards the main counter. An easy smile rested on his lips as he greeted the man in front of him. “Back for another look, Delacour?” 

@roman-jadore

[letoiledechue]

Snow Joke // Henry & Open

Christmas Eve ‘78

Henry was given the options of crutches or an offset cane and braces for the Holidays. The latter became the best option since he wasn’t about to have people pitying him for hobbling around on crutches. The braces fit beneath his trousers and were hard to spot if he wore the right style of pants. No Quidditch, no major physical activity, and no overexerting himself were the healer’s instructions. Henry intended to respect that but was quickly alarmed to hear that his parents needed him to show his face at the Black’s party. It took his parents’ bribing him with a trip to the States to convince him to go with them.

Emerson was nowhere to be found at the reserve. She was the only person he believed he could rely on when it came to the recent change in his life — the only one to receive his stressing about looking foolish or getting too much attention while at the Black’s. The cane was clutched in his left hand as he moved, his right leg shifting in time with the aid each step he took.

He winced out loud when he went to move around someone, getting jostled when the person did not pay attention to where they were going. “I beg your pardon,” He said through gritted teeth. “But I will resort to tapping you in the side with the cane if you do not give me enough space to pass by.”

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Amycus turned, half expecting from the voice and words to see a grouchy old wizard looking up at him. Instead, his lips almost curled in amusement to see that it was Henry Sayre, boisterous American Quidditch player extraordinaire. With a cane. “Hurt yourself in a game?” he asked, knowing full well that was unlikely. Most injuries these days were healed quickly and without a fuss. Which made Amycus even more curious as to what the cause might be. 

“And a tap on the leg or foot would do just as well. Trying to poke me any higher with that thing in close quarters just seems more trouble than it’s worth.” His teeth bared in something that was probably supposed to resemble a smile. Amycus had a temper sometimes and it had been a while since he had been in a proper fight. Not that he was about to throw down with Henry here, but he didn’t mind a little quiet aggression. He had been something of a bruiser in school anyway.

[knockturnburke-blog]

Date: Thursday, December 14, 1978 Location: Vote of No Confidence Party; The Abraxan { Open Starter }

Octavius had never intended to attend the party personally, knowing that his mother was going to be there with one of her friends was enough Burke representation in his eyes, but a client had insisted that the exchange be made somewhere public. As always, he was irritated by the request though understood that many preferred not to do deals within the walls of his store anymore, especially since it had become public knowledge that Aurors were raiding it every week. 

The exchange was done quickly and quietly, in a private tasting room with several of the client’s friends. Octavius used the term friend loosely as he eyed up the three men who had joined him, not entirely comfortable with their presence. The item was quickly tested and once his client had been satisfied with the piece, galleons were handed over and promptly sent through the floo network to Borgin, who oddly, though he was a raging alcoholic, could always be counted upon to deposit the money safely. 

“Thank you gentleman. As always, it’s been a pleasure doing business” he said, shaking their hands before leaving the room first, and making his way towards the bar. Since he had shown his face at the event, he needed to keep up appearances and at least seem as though he was there for the party, even if he had no intention of drinking anything that he ordered or listening to any speeches that were made. 

“A gillywater please, just as it comes” he said to the bartender, before glancing at towards the person on his right, who had just joined him at the bar, “and whatever they’re having” he added.

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“Being friendly, Burke?” Amycus smiled at the other man. “Clearly the alcohol isn’t the cause,” he nodded at the other man’s drink, though he managed to keep from lifting a brow. He didn’t now how Octavius managed to get through these things without a stiff drink in hand. Amycus was always careful not to drink too much of course, but a light buzz was always pleasant, especially when being cornered by the mothers of even remotely eligible women within his age range. “Enjoying the party then?” he asked. Something other than the food and drink had clearly drawn the other man to the event. 

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marlskinnxn‌:

Amycus Carrow was the type of man that she could see charming a snake merely with a look. His charisma oozed off of him like honey and Marlene couldn’t help but feel slightly lesser in his presence. She didn’t let that show, though. Instead, she kept her glittering smile tucked around her whitened teeth. “Why thank you,” she said, taking his arm. “Do you think I would be able to be an event planner, then? It’s rather fun once you get the hang of it. And think of all the booze.”

“I think it’s an admirable and perfectly acceptable profession,” he replied with an incline of his head. One that it seemed most Pureblood women at least dabbled in, if not claimed as their profession. They all certainly took pride in their functions. He wasn’t sure how much call there would be for an event planner. Most matrons did not like to outsource their functions. But it was an option, especially if the young woman was discrete and did not care if others wanted to take credit for her work. 

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violetwilkes‌:

Violet was thankful that Amycus did not press her, for she did not think she could even think of Richard anymore this evening without completely losing her composure. She took another sip of her drink, allowing herself a quick moment to relax. She refrained from fiddling with her necklace, the pendant Richard had purchased her.

Her lips twitched as Amycus asked which were peonies and Violet pointed them out. “These ones,” she said swiftly. “The pink ones look acceptable, I suppose, but the white ones are utterly dreadful, which makes me wonder why they had pink ones to begin with as it’s a diner en blanc.” She shook her head and sighed. “They’d have been better sticking with white roses and hydrangeas.”

Amycus’ gaze followed Violet’s fingers as he focused on the flowers she indicated. “Do peonies mean something, perhaps? I know there is a language of flowers, isn’t there?” Flower arranging was an art, after all. Or so he had heard. He supposed it was true enough when one saw the disasters some people created with the plants. 

He shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I would pay money to see you tell whoever made that decision that it was a mistake, though.” 

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open starter.

Tristan was unaware of his surroundings by the time he bumped into someone. His nose was stuck in a book, quickly following each line as if it were his last. Maybe that was dramatic, but recently he’d found it harder and harder to actually read. The war was waging on and, while Tristan did not necessarily like the conflict, he recognized its importance. They had to win, or else what would happen to the world in which they lived.

Smiling a bit at the person who he’d managed to knock in to, Tristan held out his hand to steady them. “So sorry,” he said. “Seems as though I need to pay more attention where I put my feet. I apologize.”

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“Usually people sit down when they read,” Amycus grumbled, giving the other man a look. Walking and reading didn’t exactly seem like the smartest idea. Not that Amycus had ever been all that into reading. Now, he recognized the usefulness of some books, but when he was studying ancient and dangerous spells, Amycus did not do so in public or walking down the street. 

[ofevcns]

december 1. mckinnon household.

The glistening floors of her home were enough to make Marlene regret what she had done.

Of course, maybe that was because it reflected her face back to her, showing her the lies there. She loved to tell them, yes, but sometimes they became too much. Like when she had to poison her entire family in order to figure out just what was going on behind the Death Eater’s oak wood doors. 

The potion hadn’t taken its effects yet so, for now, Marlene enjoyed the party she had put together. The laughter was always her favorite part despite the decorations that now hung daintily around the halls. She refused to let the house elves decorate all on their lonesome. Every year, Marlene herself had a hand in the festivities, making sure they were perfect.

And, this year, everything was beyond that.

She stepped into the sitting room, golden dress sparkling under the chandelier’s glow. Making her way through, she found a familiar face and met them with a smile. “Well look who the hippogriff dragged in,” she said, grinning. “I don’t remember getting your RSVP, but I am thankful you came. Are you enjoying yourself? Have you had a drink?”

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Amycus smiled at the McKinnon girl--Marlene. They had quite a few--or seemed to--it always took him a minute to remember who was who. “Well how could I miss it?” He replied charmingly, with a half bow in her direction. He wasn’t sure about her choice of words, but he knew it was a saying. No offence meant or taken. “I was just about to get one. It all looks lovely so far, of course.” 

[greenerxgrasses]

Date: November 12th, early evening Location: Sip and Smoke Open Starter

She’d never been a smoker, but her father’s associates were. However, she did immensely enjoy the 40 year old single-malt they offered her after she gently turned down their cigars. The meeting had ended an hour or so ago, but she was nursing the free drink they had left her with. The smell of smoke and the soft and deep tones of the customers was just where she deserved to be. She was feeling like she had a seat at the table her father denied her and gave to his son instead. Sitting next to one of the fireplaces, Adelaide stared into the fire and lost herself in just what she could do if perhaps her father took her as heir, how powerful she could make her family in the small society British purebloods had made, as she heard someone else slip into the leather chair next to her. Without letting the fact their appearance disturbed her play out on her face, she took a sip of her whiskey and glanced over at them. “Are you so desiring for company that you thought I was a good idea?” Self-deprecating as it was, it did better not to insult her new companion.

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Amycus raised an eyebrow at the blonde. “Why wouldn’t you be?” he queried, turning his body to face Adelaide’s. Fingers held his glass and cigar in one hand at just the right angle to avoid dropping any ash into the scotch. 

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violetwilkes‌:

Violet took another sip from her wine, not wanting to engage in conversation about Richard, veiled though it may be. He was more than the man she’d been seen with for years - he was the other half of her soul and Violet was rather bereft without the pureblood mask. She was angry, too, angry at the Ministry and angry that very few had stepped up in support of Richard. It seemed wrong somehow that he was left to languish and their side did nothing.

She inclined her head in response to Amycus’ answer. At his question, her lips quirked and she sidestepped the question. “It is a lovely event.” She took another sip from the wine glass. “I will be happier when everything is behind us, but the event tonight was put together decently. Though I would also argue that the floral arrangements chosen could use some work. The peonies look rather dreadful.”

Despite what others might think, Amycus was not stupid. He noticed how Violet evaded the question, moved on quickly to another topic of conversation. It was with a mental shrug that he let it go. He wasn’t here to torture or torment her after all, but to provide some sort of conversation and stimulation outside of those wanting to express their false sympathy. 

He looked around at her comment about the flowers, then turned back to her with a shrug and a rueful smile. “Can’t say I know much about flower arranging. I leave that to my mother when there’s an event.” Amycus was lucky that usually all he had to do was show up. “Which ones are the peonies? Though I’m sure I can guess since you say they look dreadful.” 

[shitslytherinssay]

Male • Slytherin • Aesthetic

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It had been quite a while since Amycus had drunk himself into an oblivion. And as he came to this time, he was quite sure that he had not imbibed enough to render him unconscious. Yet here he was...on the floor. A jolt went through him when he looked around and realized how much time must have passed. He cursed and sat up quickly, having to stop when his head began pounding and dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. 

He had missed the whole bloody thing! They had been going to get Richard and--Amycus shut his eyes again. The Dark Lord would be furious. A shiver ran through his body. Amycus could only hope he was not the only one who had been drugged, for obviously that’s what it had been. He hadn’t been drinking heavily. 

Looking around, he saw that he was not the only person coming to. Some people even still remained unconscious. He turned to the side and winced when he saw who sat there. 

@littleblackcrown

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brigidmacmillan‌:

Brigid knew that if her mother had been able to see her in that moment, openly flirting with a dark and mysterious man, while playing with her hair, she would have had a heart attack or at least claimed that she had had one. The truth was that Brigid never flirted, she was good and decent and polite, but after being let down and trodden over so many times, she wondered why she even tried. “Neither do I" she smiled, “though now I am tempted to ask, just to see what you’ll do”.

“True” she shrugged, “but I could pull off being a gentleman if I wanted to, you know. Watch, I’ll demonstrate” she grinned, suddenly getting an idea. She never got to mess around or reveal her own sense of humor, but like most things that night, she decided ‘ what the heck’ and went against every way she had taught herself to act around men and the general public. She quickly tied her hair up behind her head and clipped it in place, mimicked Amycus’s stance and when she spoke, she deliberately deepened her voice. “All I need is a cigar and a whiskey”. 

She laughed and relaxed in her seat again, glancing away from him. “Sorry, I know I’m a dork. Please feel very free to forget that I did that” she murmured, shaking her head and letting her hair fall down again. It felt better draped around her face and shoulders. “Are we still talking about locations…?” she asked, smirking mischievously. “Well, I would love to see another one sometime, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, you might think you want to know, but....” he trailed off, expressing himself with a shrug, his attitude nonchalant although his eyes burned with amusement. Here was not the place to let loose anyway and throw off his charm. 

Amycus let his gaze travel up her shapely neck as she pulled her hair away from it and tied it up. His gaze met hers. “You couldn’t pass as one,” he replied, voice deeper than hers by a long shot. “But a cigar and whiskey I can do.” With a smirk, Amycus gestured towards the waiter, and his own choices, indicating he wanted doubles of what he already had. He liked that she was trying to join him rather than beat him. 

He watched her confidence slip a touch, but kept his face pleasantly neutral. “You pulled off the look,” he told her, not sure if he was reassuring or not. His eyebrow quirked. “Another location?” he asked, surprised. “Going to go looking for your brother somewhere else?” It was one thing to play with her here when it was an easy choice and some entertainment. But making plans with her somewhere else? While Amycus could admit to himself that Brigid was interesting, scheduling things in their world usually meant something. Whereas bumping into someone somewhere else--intentionally or not--was far more acceptable, casual, and less likely to get you talked about.

“Where were you thinking?” 

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violetwilkes‌:

She might have known Amycus would seek her out, given the relationship she knew he’d had with Richard. Violet’s smile grew wider as he held up the glass of champagne. “I appreciate the thought,” she responded with an incline of her head before taking a sip of the Côtes du Rhône she had poured for herself. “It’s best not to mix and my meal goes best with the red I’ve chosen.” Her lips quirked at the corners and she inclined her head at the compliment.

“Thank you,” she responded, ignoring the urge to reach for her jewelry to fiddle with. Violet did not like feeling out of sorts and the last few days had made her feel nothing else. The anger had come, of course, as had the despair, but right now Violet felt untethered to the world around her. And she hated it, hated that her anchor was in a prison left to rot, hated that she was here, pretending life was normal.

But that was what Violet did best.

“Are you enjoying your evening thus far?” she asked, falling into the old habit of parrying about small talk, lest she reveal too much during this foray into polite society.

As Amycus watched her, he marvelled again at how easily she hid. They all did, behind their polite smiles and civil words, but she did it better than most. Of course, she’d had reason to practice in the past few years. He knew there was more to her though, there had to be to attach Richard to her so strongly. It was why Amycus approached her tonight. The feelings between Violet and Richard would have made Richard’s arrest extremely hard on her.  Richard would want Amycus to check on her. And it was something to do. A goal, a plan, even a small one. If he didn’t have one, he’d probably try to go break Richard out himself.

One corner of Amycus’ mouth quirked up in a half smile. “As much as can be expected,” he shrugged. You could only enjoy things to a certain degree when one of your friends was stuck in a jail cell and no one was doing anything about it. “And you?” As if he truly had to ask. But polite conversation required it.

[violetwilkes]

Date: September 9 Location: Yorkshire Moors; Dîner en Blanc

It had been six days since Richard was arrested and Violet wondered why she had even bothered to continue her social obligations. What did it matter now that Richard was unable to join her, was unable to whisperingly mock those they found unworthy? But she had not wanted to show weakness, had not wanted to present any veneer short of perfect support to the world.

Violet Wilkes knew Richard Selwyn was innocent and she was not going to allow blood traitors to besmirch his name.

And so, she had dressed in tea-length white robes that nipped in at her waist but were modest around the neckline, with cap sleeves that showed off the tan she had gotten on her birthday trip to the Mediterranean. She’d threaded earrings through her ears, the diamonds glinting, and her hair had been styled just so. 

Upon arriving in Yorkshire, Violet had expanded the picnic basket she’d had an elf pack and conjured a table and chairs much like the others she saw. The country air was refreshing and she uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass that she kept on the table as she unpacked the basket and lit candles that she magically suspended in the air around her. Violet had just reached for her crystal glass when she heard someone clearing their throat. With a practiced smile, Violet turned toward them.

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“I thought you might need this,” Amycus said as Violet turned. He held up a glass of sparkling bubbly for her to see, knowing it was her favourite. “But I see you already have,” he added, nodding towards her hand. “I also thought I’d come tell you how lovely you are looking this evening, as usual.” The strain of the past few weeks could not be seen on Violet’s face. She was likely as upset about Richard as he was. 

The audacity of the Aurors and the Ministry and their unwillingness to see reason regarding the Selwyn enraged Amycus. They were looking for a scapegoat and they had found one in Richard. It was ridiculous and Amycus didn’t want to stand for it. He hoped that the Dark Lord would do something, wouldn’t let Richard rot. For now, Amycus was content to bide his time, but not too long.

The fingers in his perfectly tailored pocket flexed, balling into a fist at the thought before he forced them to relax. There was no point in allowing his temper to get the best of him here. 

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henrysayre‌:

They should have been grateful he showed his face at all to begin with. Henry kept that thought to himself though, knowing there were ears everywhere. It simply came down to his not trusting his mouth when he drank. Parties and appearing plastered with his teammates was one thing — As they weren’t nearly as judgmental as the society he was raised in. Drinking around the other purebloods came with a risk of his being a halfblood being let slip or some other disaster he simply didn’t want to deal with. “I might have to try that next party,” He settled on chuckling and shook his head.

“They’re small enough to fit in the palm of my hand,” He scoffed and shook his head. “I fear I cannot refer to it as food for that very reason.”

Of course the man would take exactly what Amycus said not to do and run with it. Must be the part of him that had spent so much time in America that made him so contrary. Amycus knew how to navigate society and Henry took what he was saying as a joke. Amycus had been jesting to begin with. Well, it would serve the Quidditch player right to show up like that. What did Amycus care? 

“What would it be then?” he asked. It might not be called filling, but it was certainly food and more than edible. Amycus would not pay for the amount of food he had received, but he would take advantage of what was offered now.