Amycus Carrow

Head of House Carrow. Proud Slytherin alumni of 1970. Younger brother of Alecto Carrow. “Fight or flight? If I had wings, there’d be no choice. But since I don’t have wings, I have to rely on my cape, and a long running start.”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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Chryssie smiled a little. “Yes. Are you alright? You’ve gone very red. The mango drink will take the spice away if you drink a little bit. It’s sweet and creamy. Have you ever had mango?” Chryssie took another bite and sighed happily, waggling her eyebrows at him.

“So ask me more questions so I can weasel answers out of you. You’re rather mysterious, you know. All brooding and vague when you answer questions.” She smiled at Amycus, sipping on her drink with a grin. “Figure out why you’re so hot under the collar all the sudden.”

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“I don’t know if I’ve had mango?” He tasted the drink, raising his eyebrows in pleased surprise. “’s good.”

“I don’ kno’ wha’ to ask, though. Ye can ask me, I don’ mind, I’ll answer.” Amycus shrugged, taking another bite of the food - still good, still pretty hot. Chryssie was easy to talk to, not only cute but really beautiful, which he wasn’t going to tell her - he very carefully avoided the question about being hot under the collar.

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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“That sounds like more origination and general knowledge of how to do multiple things than I have the patience for.” She smiled at him. “It’s not horribly difficult. If you can only buy it on the alley then it’s magic and shouldn’t be used in public.” She grinned a little, putting food on his plate and then her own. “Like this.” She said, scooping some chicken onto a piece of naan alongside some rice to take a bite. “God that’s good.” She moaned a little then smiled at him.

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“I...” she was making noises, indecent noises that should not be made in public. He was sure he was blushing, the usual high red on his cheeks and his ears turning as red as Gryffindor’s red, both from the noises and her praise. 

To distract himself from her, he took a bite of the food, his eyes widening in surprise. “This’s good.” He gulped. “Strong, though.”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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“It’s… Multiple things. I’m a voice teacher, so I give vocal lessons to people eleven and older. I’m also a music historian for both the muggle and wizard ing worlds. I’m employed by a muggle university as a researcher and archive specialist. Basically I study old music scores. And I do freelance work in the wizarding circle. Nothing terribly interesting really. I just mess about with old parchment.” She shrugged a little, grinning at him. “Your turn. What do you do?”

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“Tha’ sounds re’lly int’restin’. Wha’s it like, working with muggles? Isn’t it hard to hide magic? But ye’re a bit like a journalist, too, then?” He leant back from the table when the server arrived with their food, leveling a suspicious look at the plates heaping full of food. “I... don’ work. I manage the fam’ly estate an’ the Wizengamot seat.” He shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

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“Different ‘ouses?” she asked. Fleur hadn’t understood the house rivalry while at Hogwarts for the tournament but she knew it was a very big deal to most of the students and alums. “Younger, she’s still at Beauxbatons. Sweetest leetle girl in ze world.”

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“Oh, nah, same house, an’ tha’s the last thin’ we agreed on.” Amycus shrugged, leaning back on the bench. “French? Good school? Jus’ wait ‘til she’s older, I tell ye.”

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Florean put down the cup of ice cream and sat down in front of them. “Mind if I sit here?” He asked and took a bite of his apple.

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Amycus looked up from the Prophet in front of him in surprise, taking a glance at the empty tables surrounding his own. “...nah, not really. ‘m not waitin’ fer anyone.”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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“It’s good. Lots of really bold flavors and the chicken is shredded here, so no bones. Lots of sauce on top.” She simplified, placing the order and smiling reassuringly. “So. Ask me a question and I’ll answer, but you have to answer the question too.” Chryssie began, wanting to transition to more interesting conversation. “You’ve had me ramble on about my job and explaining muggle things, but you won’t answer questions so this way we both end up figuring something out.”

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Amycus fiddled with the napkin - paper, feeling so very flimsy compared to the linen he was used to - he’d folded in his lap while looking around the restaurant. He’d been kind of studiously not looking at the woman across from him, but now he did, consciously straightening his posture into something more socially acceptable than a slouch.

“Well, tha’ sounds fair, I guess. I don’ think ye ev’r explained what’s it ye do, though? If ye don’ mind me askin’, of course.” He looked at her attentively, interested despite himself.

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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“I know what I like. And I can help you order, but I need to know if there are any veggies to steer clear of, or allergies.” She smiled up at him as they were seated. “Everything on the menu is meant to be shared, so it’s large portions. Enough for three people. We’ll order two things and divide the leftovers evenly. I like the butter chicken and the chicken masala. Neither are too spicy and both are delicious. We’ll order extra naan with that. It’s fluffy soft buttery flat bread. You’ll see. And it comes with a generous portion of that yellow colored rice that is the best. And this yummy mango drink. It’s like mango and yogurt and heaven mixed together.” She explained quickly, smiling at him.

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She had said a lot of words very quickly, and Amycus had to take a few seconds to interpret just what she actually had said. He frowned a little, looking down at the surface of the table, thinking it through a couple of times. “...I don’ think there’s anythin’ I’m ‘lergic to, an’ I’ll eat whatev’r ye’re havin’, I guess...” He was absolutely certain he’d never been this confused in his life.

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“Ah, a seester, zat explains it, I suppose,” she laughed. “I am quite lucky to get along with my own. May I ask what you two ‘ave disagreed on?”

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“Oh no, it’s no’ tha’ we don’ agree on a few things; we ‘aven’t agreed on a single thing since we were sorted at Hogwarts.” Amycus chuckled, shaking his head. “Ye ‘ave a sister, then? Older, younger?”

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“Ah, a seester, zat explains it, I suppose,” she laughed. “I am quite lucky to get along with my own. May I ask what you two ‘ave disagreed on?”

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“Heh.” He snorted a little, a derisive sound he didn’t try very hard to stop. “Wha’ don’t we disagree on, r’lly. O’ course, she thinks she gets along great with ev’ryone.”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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Chryssie grinned over at him and squeezed his hand. “It could be, trust me.” She smiled up at him and winked a little. “And I’m not unhappy with the current seating arrangement.” She pulled him out of his seat once the train stopped, and chattered at him as they made their way down the street to the small Indian place. “We made it. And look! You’re all in one piece.” She teased, straightening his shirt a little. Chryssie beamed as she smelled the curry cooking inside, eyes bright. “Is there anything you don’t like to eat in particular?” She asked as they made their way inside.

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He was certain he was still blushing from her comment as they came to a stop inside the door of the muggle restaurant. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of it; it smelled like nothing he’d ever smelled before, and he’d never seen anything like it, either.

“…I dunno, I ain’t ever been to sumthin’ like this.” It was hard to admit it, having been taught to never show weakness, but he doubted she’d be able to use something like this against him. “Wha’d’ye think is good?”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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“It’s a large slide that muggles use instead of aparating.” She teased, pulling him a little closer as they pushed through the crowd. “An underground train. It’s gonna take us to a stop closer to the place we’re eating.” Chryssie led him through the crowds and down the stairs to the underground, swiping her card to get them in. She continued to guide him along through cross of people till they were waiting at the right place and squeezing them both into adjacent seats once there. It was a tight fit and she wound up pressed snug against his side. “Could be worse.” She informed him, grinning.

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He flicked his eyes over the absolutely packed round thing she’d pulled him into. She claimed it was a train, but it certainly looked like no train he’d ever seen... 

“I’m not certain ‘ow it’d possibly be worse, but if ye say so.” Of course, she was sitting basically in his lap, and that was one thing he wouldn’t be complaining about.

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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Chryssie grinned as he walked out and took in his appearance. She spluttered for a moment before nodding, face red. “Very nice. You look great.” She managed, taking his arm. “Alright. This way then. We’re going to need to take the tubes. So stick close. Have you ever traveled around Muggle London.” She asked, smiling up at him.

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“The tubes? What d’ye mean with the tubes?” He was a bit worried, but didn’t have time to stop and reconsider this whole idea, since she was dragging him along with the hold she had on his arm. “I don’t want te go in a muggle tube!”

He knew that if he dug his heels in, she’d probably not be able to drag him along, but on the one hand, he was a bit curious what a muggle’s tubes had to do with anything, and on the other hand, he... rather liked Chryssie, really.

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Fleur raised a brow, “A tall, angry witch, huh? And what, pray tell, did you do to anger her so?”

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“Oh, tha’s just her normal look. but ye know... she’s me sister.” He leaned back against the back of the bench, shrugging a little. “We don’t quite agree on ev’rything.”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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Chryssie came up behind amycus once she spotted him. “Mike? Hey you. I forgot to tell you to bring muggle clothe, but here. Put these on. I brought them just in case. We’re going to muggle London.” She told him, smiling brightly. “There’s a great Indian place I want to visit again.” She explained, smiling up at Amycus.

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Amycus took the bundle of clothes without thinking about it, too busy appreciating her smile to bother complaining about muggle clothes - and the muggle world. Looking around he spotted a restroom. “...I’ll just pop in and change, yeah?” Said and done, when he was finished he called for one of his house elves, requesting they take the discarded clothes back to the house. The shirt she’d given him was a little bit too small - not uncomfortable, but tighter than he was accustomed to. He didn’t bother re-sizing it.

He paused for a second when coming out, struck speechless by how pretty she was in the sun, but he gathered himself and went up to her. “Well, how do I look?”

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Task 1 – Amycus Carrow – The Basics

What is your character’s full name?

Amycus Phineas Carrow, the third to carry the name Amycus Carrow.

Do they have any nicknames? If so, where do they come from?

Mike. He doesn’t like it, as a general rule, because his housemates, his sister and his parents used it more as a way to insult him than as an affectionate thing.

What is your characters date of birth?

21st of May, 1952.

What is your characters nationality?

British.

What is your characters height?

5’10”.

What is your characters weight?

200lbs, maybe a little more.

What are your characters most prominent physical features? 

Piercing blue eyes. Muscled, when seen out of robes.

Does your character have any tattoos?

Yes, the Dark Mark. Also a small hyacinth on his hip, but that is not something anyone but him knows of.

Does your character have any piercings?

None.

Does your character have any birthmarks?

Moles, forming a distinct pattern along the right side of his ribcage. If closely examined, they form the constellation of Taurus.

Does your character have any disfigurements?

No.

Does your character have any scars?

Thin scars from his left hip down to the same knee; formed from a fire whip. One bisecting his right eyebrow, going up to his hairline; long since faded, caused by a tree in his childhood.

Does your character have an accent, if so what is it? 

The Carrow Homestead is right outside Birmingham, and despite his parents best efforts to the opposite, Amycus has a rather distinct Brummie accent, and talks a bit like a country bumpkin.

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“Unless you ‘ave a better offer?” she raised a brow. “I’m new to ze country and you seem like ze kind of man who knows quite a bit about ‘ow zings work. I don’t seem ze harm in chatting with such a man while he waits for ‘is meeting.”

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Amycus huffed, glancing around him one last time before sitting down beside the young witch. “As good a place as any, I guess.” He threw her a sly glance. “Tell me if a tall, angry witch comes this way, with her sights set on me, yeah?”

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Lunch || Amycus & Chryssie

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Chryssie was in the middle of a lesson when the owl came through her window, and she quickly explained about her boyfriend’s strange pet as she scribbled a not in reply.

“I’ll meet you there but I have something more interesting in mind for lunch. Nothing expensive. It will be fun. I hope you like spicy food. -Chryssie”

When she arrived outside the Leaky Cauldron at just before noon she was in muggle clothes, a spare of men’s clothing hidden away inside her bag as she waited.

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Amycus shrugged into a dark green robe, still mulling over the return message he had gotten from the young witch. It had sounded a bit more than slightly ominous, and he had no idea what to expect, really. 

He’d instructed the house elves to alert any unannounced visitors that he was out for the day - business meeting, so they’d not disturb him - and it was with a vague sort of relief he flooed out of the house.

Smoothly stepping out of the gate in the pub, moving away from it and scanning the room at the same time, he rather quickly concluded she wasn’t there. Turning on his heel, he left the murky pub and emerged through the brick wall into the sun-drenched Alley. He could still not see her, but th eAlley was far more crowded than the pub had been.