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Amycus Carrow. Slytherin, proud pureblood. It'd be in your best interest not to annoy me, but I'll find it fun.

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Peeves' Provocation || Amycus and Rodolphus

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Immediately fed up with trying to dislodge the glitter manually, Rodolphus let out a frustrated grunt and tried to think of a spell Peeves wouldn’t have pre-empted. Picking up his school bag from where he had dropped it after he’d been assaulted Rodolphus took out the few text books and scrolls he had been carrying in one of its sections.

“Discardio glitter,” he muttered as he pointed at the emptied space, resentful that he was about to put at least one portion of his bag out of commission. The spell worked, insofar as all the glitter on Rodolphus had now thrown itself into his bag instead. Tucking his school things beneath one arm, and shrugging the bag onto his opposite shoulder, Rodolphus picked up the conversation with Amycus.

“You were an absolute terror until at least fifth year,” he commented mildly, the tone indicating a degree of approval that was masquerading poorly as criticism. “Do you remember the occasion that you and your charming sister were practising on that second year’s cat, and drove it insane? The yowling had the entire Dungeon awake into the small hours; and on a Sunday too.”

Rodolphus paused and made a show of considering his last statement. “Oh, I’m sorry. That was two weeks ago, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t fall for any trick,” Rodolphus sniffed, tilting his head up with affront until he realised what he was doing and corrected himself. “The damn creature was waiting for me. He knew I was studying,” here he gestured at  a door behind him, indeed one of the exits from the Restricted Section of the library, “And was literally hovering about the door with those damned scarves.”

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus watched as Rodolphus packed up the glitter in his bag and scowled. Having the glitter contained was a good thing, but as Rodolphus was a fellow Slytherin, he would be toting that bag down to the dungeons with him. If that bag got left in the wrong hands by chance and the common room ended up covered in glitter, he would not be happy. He supposed that he trusted Rodolphus not to be careless and leave it anywhere, but he didn't trust any of the younger brats to not try to nick it. 

He smirked, however, at Rod's words. Normally, he would be offended at being called a terror. But at the same time, he was absolutely certain that he was a terror in the good way, not the daft. Amycus made things like yowling, insane cats happen, and terrorized the younger students. He respected his elders, but he wouldn't hesitate to hex any of them either if he felt so inclined. Oh yes. He was a good kind of terror, in his eyes. 

"Well, we had to perfect the spell somehow, didn't we?" he asked. "And it would be such a pity to waste all that practicing on something as insignificant as, oh say a Hufflepuff. If we're going to be hexing students, we needed to be able to perform the spell correctly." He picked at his finger nail some more, that asinine piece of glitter still trapped right under the nail, close to the quick. "It's not my or my sister's fault that it kept everyone up. You all should know how to use Silencing Charms." He looked up with a smirk. 

"Actually, I think it's pushing three weeks," he corrected. He could see right through Rod's feeble attempts at hiding his approval, and practically hummed with satisfaction. Not outwardly, of course. That would be disgraceful. He just smiled and played along, acting as if he hadn't figured out what Rod's ruse was. 

Amycus had turned his head to look skeptically at the library door before looking over at Rodolphus again, his face still questioning. He thought about contradicting Rodolphus and point out that it still sounded very much like he'd fallen for a trick, but instead, Amycus just smirked. "Peeves is more clever than I ever gave him credit for then," he said, voice light. "Though, it still seems like a trick, if he was waiting for you. I wonder what you did to have spurred him to prank you...," Amycus let his thought trail off. "Are you going to exact any revenge?" 

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Trouble in the Courtyard || Dedalus & Amycus

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As the group continued its rounds of hopscotch, a few of the first years began to admire Dedalus’s hat. He’d grown used to this too over the years. It was, after all, quite an impressive hat. Dedalus still remembered the day Calliope had given it to him. It was a birthday present. Calliope had picked it out herself, saying that she liked it because it was one of those fancy hats like Dad wears. The same color as most of Dad’s hats too… maybe a bit lighter shade of brown. Quite smart of her to choose a hat that, at the time, was a few sizes to large for Dedalus’s head. Though, it might also have been an accident. Dedalus never actually asked to clarify that point. He loved it so much, even though when he put it on it slipped down over his eyes, that he’d worn it for two weeks straight afterwards, not even taking it off to sleep. Though, Mum did make sure to set the hat on his bedside table every night after he’d fallen asleep. And though the hat was slightly worn now after all these years, Dedalus still wore it frequently. Usually only swapping it out on special days, or exceptionally cold ones when he preferred a knitted cap to keep his ears warm.

Eventually, Dedalus was forced to take his hat off and let the group pass it around among themselves. He looked on smilingly as they looked it over and some even tried it on. Until, that was, one of the little Hufflepuff girls dropped it and it went bouncing across the courtyard in the breeze. The girl immediately started apologizing as the hat rolled across the courtyard and came to a halt right at the feet of a vaguely familiar looking Slytherin.

After reassuring the girl that is was really okay and she should go on playing the game, Dedalus bounded over the cobble tones to where his hat lay on the ground. “Sorry ‘bout that," he said once he’d reached the other fellow. Stooping down, Dedalus picked up his hat and dusted it off a bit. “Those first years. Always so excited. Especially on a brilliant day like this." With a smile, Dedalus placed his hat back where it belonged and glanced back at the game. Everyone had returned to it now, as if Dedalus had never been there. Not surprising really. It was a really fun game. Turning back to the Slytherin boy, Dedalus said cheerily, “You could hop in too, ya’know. It’s tons of fun." Dedalus had always been a firm believer in ‘the more the merrier’.

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus leaned heavily on the banister still, watching the courtyard with contempt. Why was that hatted idiot playing with the younger students anyhow? It was such a Hufflepuff thing to do, he thought. He really shouldn't be so surprised. What he didn't understand, though, was the why. Why did the Hufflepuffs act that way? There wasn't any gain to it. All you ended up with was a bunch of brats who liked to follow you around. Amycus sneered. He didn't like when he didn't understand things, especially when those things were people's motives. It was irksome.

Getting truly fed up with how lacking the courtyard was, in way of hexing victims, Amycus shoved off from the ledge and was just about to stalk off to somewhere else when the idiot's hat when bouncing across the stones. He smirked, watching the boy run after it. It was like watching a dog chase after a ball. Probably had the same intelligence levels too, as far as Amycus was concerned. In an interesting turn of events, the hat stopped right at Amycus's feet. Drawing his wand, he struggled at attempting to hex the hat so that something awful would happen to the idiot who wore it. 

It wasn't successful, however; mainly because said idiot had bounded over and picked it up before Amycus had time to cast the spell properly. Which did nothing but put him in a foul mood, unfortunately for the Hufflepuff. He scowled. "Maybe if you kept a closer hold on your stupid fashion accessory, you wouldn't have to apologize for it. Though, you should be; it's rather unsightly," he snarled, already fed up with this conversation before it'd even properly began. 

He had to admit that this Hufflepuff's obliviousness was impressive. Amycus didn't know very many people who were stupid enough to invite him to a game of ... whatever it was they were doing. He didn't know, and he didn't particularly care to know either. He glared at the other boy before rolling his eyes and getting annoyed. Again. "Humor me, Hufflepuff," he suggested. "What in the name of Merlin gave you the impression that I would want to join some dumb hopping game? I'm a Carrow. I have more dignity than that, and if you can't see something so obvious, then you are a waste of magic." He was probably a Mudblood too, he added in his mind. He couldn't say for certain, as he didn't know the boy apart from his House and a suspicion that he was called Diggle, and he didn't want to run the risk of insulting a fellow pureblood. From the looks of him, though, he'd be a blood traitor if he wasn't filth to begin with. He definitely fit the stereotype.

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The Hexing Siblings || Amycus & Alecto

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"Well I think it’s ridiculous. We are clearly fabulously intelligent people with plenty of power at our disposal. Being treated like a child still is insulting." Although Alecto would never admit it aloud, she actually wasn’t as bothered by the treatment as she pretended she was. Sure Amycus deserved to be treated significantly better than he was by their parents, and she wanted to stop being a child so that she had to listen to them. But as long as they viewed Alecto as a child, they left her alone. Mostly alone. Alone enough usually. And as soon as she was old enough she could just move out with Amycus, and they could start exploring dark magic at their own pace without interference. As long as they left her alone until then, she was fine. 

"That sounds like a good future to me. I’m looking forward to it." She could imagine it so clearly. The both of them running around separately, wreaking havoc on the world of weaklings they were stuck in. On special occasions they would work together. Oh the reactions they would be able to pull out of people! The secrets, whimpers, and screams. It was no secret that Alecto was looking forward to interrogation more than real duels. The ability to have someone totally in her control until she decided they were done-it sounded wonderful. She was almost tempted to say heavenly, but really she was crafting hell. 

Alecto felt her initial excitement being overtaken by irritation. “Filthy mudbloods." Who did they think they were, making people like the Carrows work to find them? “We’ll make them pay when we find them." She had no doubt that she and Amycus would find the group of students. And for the inconvenience, those students were going to scream loud and long. She promised. When Amycus exploded the bench she smiled darkly, moving just enough that she wasn’t hit with any of the shrapnel. Watch them try to fix that! “If you’re done leaving your mark, we should go find the brats. They clearly need to learn a lesson about what they can do and where they can go."

She spun around, tapping her lip. She caught sight of some precious little light blue flower. However that only reminded her of the Birds they were looking for, so she deliberately stepped on it, grinding it into the ground and out of existence. Just like she and Amycus would when they found those vile…things. She couldn’t think of the word she wanted that seemed to encompass the magnitude of their transgression. But she would find it. Who knows, maybe their screams would provide inspiration. “Any suggestions on where we should start the search? Brats like that generally like the library, but it’ll be hard to get them out and Madame Pince generally stops any interesting behavior. But it’s only the beginning of the year. It wouldn’t be hard to get them a little…lost."

[amycuslycarrow]

"It is, dear sister, you don't have to convince me of the fact," Amycus said, bored. He hated discussing his parents, as it always made him unnecessarily mad. It was only unnecessary because he couldn't do much about it, and that frustrated him more than anything. Normally when Amycus was mad, he'd blow something up or plot against the person making him mad, and he couldn't very well do that to his parents. Well, he could, he supposed, but it was terribly bad form, and it looked bad on the family. He didn't want to be known as the Carrow that went off his rocker. He had a reputation to uphold.

He simply made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat at Alecto's next comment. It would be a nice future, if all went according to plan. That would be the tricky part. But it was a nonissue for the time being. He was still currently stuck at Hogwarts, after all. For another two years. Much too long in his opinion, but he'd already made his views on the matter known, and he wasn't a whiner. 

He was, however, extremely angry that they had the audacity to not even be here when Amycus and Alecto showed up. It was the utmost display of disrespect! And Amycus was definitely one to be respected. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His breathing was heavy and ragged - an outward sign of how upset he was - and he was all but seeing red. "Make them pay. Most assuredly," he growled. When Alecto asked if he was done, he shook his head once before blasting another bench just for good measure. He saw a couple first years from an unknown house walking down the corridor adjacent to the courtyard. They realized what was going on, and ran away screaming just as Amycus had raised his wand again. 

He spat on the ground, turning and walking out of the courtyard completely, leaving it strewn with rubble, expecting Alecto to follow like she always did. "No, I haven't. I don't think the same as those imbeciles, so I don't imagine I'd even be able to begin to find their haunts." Amycus rolled his eyes. This should be obvious and common knowledge to someone as clever as Alecto. "I suppose the library is as good a place as any," he sighed. "We can find a way to lure them out, surely. Some poppycock about rules being broken or something along those lines should do it." 

Amycus smoothed out his robes and straightened up, wanting to look as presentable as a Carrow should. "Come along, Alecto," he said, his heels clicking against the stone once more as he set direction for the dratted library.

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Library | Narcissa & Amycus

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“Oh, damn,” thought Narcissa. She had been hoping Amycus wouldn’t be paying any attention to her and that she could just grab her book and leave. Or at least, she had hoped they would just nod acknowledgement of each other and go their separate ways. It wasn’t that Narcissa didn’t like Amycus exactly; she had known him and his family her entire life and had a certain level of comfort with them. However, recently she had noticed that Amycus tended to look at her like something to eat – something he wouldn’t mind devouring whole if she let him.

“Amycus,” Cissa replied with a smile. It was as she returned the greeting that she realized Amycus was standing directly in front of the shelf on which she expected to find her book. Straightening her shoulders, Narcissa walked gracefully over to him, her heels sounding against the floor slightly with every step. Narcissa had refused to wear the standard school shoes since her third year; the uniform was bad enough, and she was still trying to find ways of altering it. Since her third year, she had taken to wearing two-inch heels to class. She thought they made her appear more graceful and had the added bonus of adding to her shorter-than-she-would-like height. Unfortunately, at this particular moment, those heels had the unwanted bonus of making her appear as if she was sauntering towards Amycus, rather than simply walking.

Amycus stared her down, and when she approached the shelf he stood his ground. Cissa glared at him and gestured that she needed him to step back so she had room to get to the book. After a brief staring match, she gave up and mutted, “Excuse me,” as she brushed up against him, quickly grabbing the book.

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus watched with relish as Narcissa sauntered towards him. It interested him, the way she acted, though he would never put it in so many words on principle alone. As far as he was aware, she had mastered something that very few people were able to do, and that was the ability to keep people close enough to be of use and far enough to be intrigued by her. Which worked, even he had to admit. It irked him though, since she was a year younger than him and as such, shouldn't be so advanced.

Not that she was farther ahead than he was, of course. He'd mastered the art of keeping people close and far years ago, and had been using it to his advantage for a lot longer than she had. And she wasn't without flaw - in fact, despite the fact that he found her tolerable most of the time, she could be rather annoying. She liked to flaunt what she had, and was an attention seeker in the worst possible way. He'd heard the daft rumors that she was engaged, though word had it that no one knew to whom. Arranged marriages were common amongst the pureblood families, but her silence made him think she'd gotten paired up with someone awful.

The thought made him smirk. The thought, and the fact that he was obviously standing in front of where she needed to be. He wasn't going to back down though. That's a cowardly thing to do, and life shouldn't be made easy either way. "Mhmm," he hummed in the back of his throat as she grabbed the book she needed. His original mission to hunt out a new Dark Arts book was forgotten. 

"What's that for, Narcissa? Some time wasting essay, or something more interesting?"

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Peeves' Provocation || Amycus and Rodolphus

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Rodolphus span round when he heard Amycus enter the corridor, thankfully remaining both upright and managing to displace the last of the ink. The glitter stubbornly clung to his clothes though, and was no doubt also in his hair. He was so furious he nearly hexed the newcomer without waiting to see who it was or consider the repercussions; a mild relief stirred through him when he realised precisely which student it was. He didn’t doubt his ability, but it wouldn’t do to start anything with Amycus of all people. He was one of the few sources of intelligent conversation, and in any case the Gryffindor’s would have a field day if the higher Slytherin years started fighting among themselves.

“Carrow,” he ground out, before forcing himself to calm down at least externally. A particularly showy piece of magic had the remaining scraps of cloth attached to him shrivel into ash and drop to the floor, to Rodolphus’ satisfaction, but the spell did nothing for the glitter. Rodolphus ran a hand through his dark hair in a show of unaffectedness at both his state and that of the corridor, while frantically turning over ideas on how to remove the glitter.

“Peeves,” he said shortly by way of explanation. “I’m tempted to take apart the school till I find whatever foundation brick that damned poltergeist is bound too. For all that it can be useful having a being about that doesn't die no matter what spells you practice on it…” he trailed off, turning his wand towards his own robes and muttering a spell. The glitter, far from disappearing, doubled in quantity.

“The little bastard has jinxed it,” Rodolphus muttered, feeling his neck heat slightly and squashing down on his embarrassment until the blush shrank away. He set about brushing the glitter away by hand, opting to look at their surroundings rather than at Amycus.

“Still, it’s one of his more impressive efforts. I gather you heard the commotion?” 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus watched as Rodolphus cleaned himself up, still leaning on the disgustingly glittery wall. He thought that Rod was a show off, using magic to clean the scraps of cloth that covered him, but didn't say anything. It wouldn't be right to begrudge another for showing his skill - Amycus would just have to one up him later. Though he rather thought he already had, by not getting caught in this daft prank trap in the first place. He really hoped this mess got cleaned up soon, as it was very unsightly. Seeing one of the Slytherin 7th years covered in glitter made up for it somewhat, however. 

"Peeves is a menace to all," Amycus said, shoving himself away from the wall he was leaning on and walking down the corridor a ways. Nearly the entire place was covered. He sniffed a bit, trying not to be impressed, though he had to agree with Rod that the little bugger had done some good work of his prank. He looked over at his shoulder when Lestrange mentioned that the glitter was jinxed, and was pleased to note that none of it had rubbed off on his robes. Some had, however, managed to worm its way under one of his finger nails, and he went about inspecting it, to see if he could get rid of it without consequence.

"How could I not?" he asked, rolling his eyes in answer to Rod's question. Still picking at the glitter under his finger nail, he turned on the balls of his feet to face the ostensibly embarrassed Slytherin. He smirked a bit at Rod's misfortune. "Some fourth years caught wind of it and came barging in the common room, shouting and such like the headaches that they embody. Seriously, were we that annoying when we were young?" he asked, pulling a face. He shook his head a bit. "Don't answer that. All the same, yes, I heard of the commotion, and it interrupted my fire spell practice."

Amycus wasn't all that worried about his practice - he knew he could he could set fire to things, he'd been doing it for years at this point. It was a small joy in life though, watching something burn at your will. Probably one of the things Amycus enjoyed the most, setting fire to things. "The more pressing question is how in the name of Merlin did you get involved in this ... commotion?" he asked, wanting to use a different word, but unable to think of one. "I rather thought you were smarter than to fall for the tricks of some pesky poltergeist, but I suppose I overestimated." Amycus didn't actually think so lowly of Rodolphus, but he did enjoy getting a rise out of people, especially those who were on his level, or near it at the very least.

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Two's Company || Amycus & Bertram

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As soon as Amycus started talking, Bertram couldn’t help grinning at everything he said. He had suspected as much for Amycus to be in a bad mood because he was always being sour to just about everyone except maybe his sister. Even then, Bertram wasn’t sure what kind of relationship the two siblings held, but he was sure it couldn’t be too bad. They were, after all, quite alike. Both being full of so much darkness it was admirable. Bertram stopped for a second on the thought of Alecto and smiled, but then hurriedly removed her from his thoughts, as he didn’t want to be thinking about Amycus’ sister right in front of him.

“I do know that, Carrow.” Bertram chuckled at Amycus’ literalness to the situation but then continued. ”But it is my favorite spot. And you obviously share the opinion.” Bertram gestured, then, to the chair of which he was referring.

"The professors here have always been a problem, Amycus. Are you just noticing that now?" Bertram love being a smart ass towards Amycus, only because of his tendency to take every situation in a literal way. It was quite ironic to Bert, which helped keep his mood up, even in the face of so much negativity. “I have been quite well, I suppose. I’ve got a lot on my plate, and it’s quite stressful, but I try to make the best of it." Alecto popped into his head, then, probably out of association with two of his recent situations: him talking to Amycus, and his problem with her, which was on his list of need-to-figure-out. Bertram only called it a problem because of the fact that he was so confused by what had happened between them, he didn’t know what to think.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts once more, Bertram looked up at Amycus. “So what exactly happened to make you remember what idiots our teachers are?"

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus side eyed Aubrey as his fellow Slytherin spoke. He seemed too cheerful - constantly grinning at what Amycus said. It was annoying. Why on earth was he grinning so much? Amycus wondered vaguely if there was something about him that was amusing, but dismissed that thought as soon as it entered his head. He was a Carrow - his appearance was naturally impeccable without his even trying, and his demeanor was never what one would deem 'amusing'. Sinister or intimidating would be far better adjectives. He rolled his eyes.

"You shouldn't make assumptions, Aubrey," he drawled, his voice bored. "As that dumb saying goes, it makes an ass out of you. Not that that's all surprising, coming from you," he continued under his breath. "If you knew me half as well as you like to assume you do, you would know that I don't have a favorite spot. At least not in the common room." Amycus would probably venture a guess that his favorite spot would be somewhere in the dorms, or perhaps in the courtyard, given that he hexed students out there rather often. But he really never gave it enough thought - that implied that he had enough time to ponder such mindless things, which he most certainly did not.

Amycus scowled at Bertram. "No, I'm not, as a matter of fact," he said. "It's something I've known for years, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a persisting problem that no one seems to care about." He scoffed, moving to rest his elbows on the arms of the chair and steepled his fingers under his chin. This conversation was utterly vapid, and Amycus was getting more and more irritated. He only listened to Aubrey's recount vaguely, not nearly closely enough to make sense or to care about what was being said. It didn't matter to Amycus much if Aubrey was supposedly stressed or how he coped with it.

"Oh, I just got a failing grade on an essay in Charms because our dear Professor Flitwick can't see the value of wit. He kept me after class and we went over my 'problem areas' but of course I didn't listen to him. It was a complete waste of time," he sighed. He didn't care too much about the failing grade, though he suspected that his parents would, but what they didn't know wouldn't kill them, most unfortunately. "If this is how I'm going to be treated when I actually bother to do my schoolwork, then I don't see a point to it anymore."

[dynamic-dedalus-diggle]

Trouble in the Courtyard || Dedalus & Amycus

The courtyard was always a nice place to spend an afternoon. Or at least, that was Dedalus’s opinion. Of course, the boy had about a thousand favorite places to go when he had nothing else to do. But, he loved coming out here. Especially on brilliant days like today. Today the sun was shining brightly in a sky that was only dotted with clouds, and the breeze made things very comfy, even though Dedalus had ventured out in only his school shirt and pants, leaving the robes in the dorm.

A group of Hufflepuff first years had come out to the courtyard too and, spotting a friendly face, had waved Dedalus over. He obliged, of course. He remembered the first few weeks of his own first year, and knew that having an older student be kind to you was really reassuring. So, he’d decided long ago that’s what he’d do each year. The first years were just milling about this afternoon, and wanted to play a game. They somehow all decided on hopscotch. Of course, the wizard-borns hadn’t ever heard of it, and had to be taught, but Dedalus and the first years who’d played before were more than willing to teach them.Dedalus loved to do this. Teaching the wizard-borns muggle games, and the muggle-borns wizard games was always a good time. And, since Dedalus was familiar with games of both types, he was generally a good teacher of either.

Dedalus marked out the squares on the stones with a simple enough charm. And best of all, unlike chalk, these squares wouldn’t smudge and all it took was a flick of the wand to clean them up. Very simple; which meant that more time could be spent making sure everyone knew the rules. Dedalus fished his jar of candy out of his robe pocket and set it aside, not minding much when it started to make its way around the group. There was plenty more in his trunk, after all, so he didn’t mind sharing. After finding a suitable rock to use for hopscotch, Dedalus was the first to go down the line of squares after tossing the rock to mark which square he had to skip.

Since he was practiced at this game, Dedalus made it down with no problems at all. The first years, however, were often not quite so skilled. But Dedalus helped them all out with tips and tricks, and soon enough the game was going in full swing, even gathering a few other young students that had been passing by. Though he was the oldest one there, Dedalus didn’t mind at all really. And he was so engrossed in the game, he didn’t notice anything outside of the game.

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus rolled his eyes, sitting in the Great Hall. He was at the end of the Slytherin table, his elbows set on the table in a way that would make his mother cringe, and his fingers steepled under his chin. His food lay forgotten in front of him. Amycus had only picked at it, thinking the house elves really had done a poor job of today's lunch. If he'd been in control, he would've marched down to the kitchens and let his contempt be known. However, the teachers and nearly everyone else always sang praises of the elves' cooking, and wouldn't dare say a thing against the little cretins. Which Amycus thought was a load of dragon dung, but no one would listen to him.

He sighed as he looked around at all the annoying people in the Hall. How did everyone tolerate them like they did? Amycus just wanted to walk over to the nearest first year and give her a taste of what the real world was like. They were all so... happy, and cheery, and it was disgusting. He would never be able to understand them. Not that he really wanted to. They were just annoying nuisances that he'd rid the world of if he could. Though Amycus was starting to get annoyed, so he got up and made his way out of the Great Hall.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to do now. There wasn't very much one could do in Hogwarts, really, that wasn't mind-numbingly boring, or that had to do with the annoyances from the larger population. Amycus could go try to find his sister or some other member of Slytherin, and see if they'd be up for something nasty. But then he'd have to go back into the castle, and he'd already wandered outside, so Amycus saw that as too much work. He wanted to make the most of his trip outside, if he was going to be bothered. His best idea was going to find something to hex. Oh, that was a good idea, he thought. Smirking, Amycus redirected his steps toward the courtyard. It was always good for finding a hexing victim.

Wandering in to the court yard, Amycus was nearly instantly disappointed. There wasn't anyone of interest, except that idiot in a hat. Actually, Amycus thought that Hufflepuff would be a good victim, but at the same time, he was surrounded by too many of the little first year brats who would go squealing. No matter how good the hexing would be, it wasn't worth the trouble. Amycus walked around the perimeter of the courtyard before coming to a stop and leaning on one of the banisters, observing the world around him once more.

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Library | Narcissa & Amycus

Narcissa walked into the library. As much as she hated studying she knew the importance of good grades and forced herself to do it, and it was so much easier removing herself to the library where she could focus without the noise of her housemates. 

She walked gracefully to her usual table, tucked behind several bookcases in the history of magic section with a view of the lake outside the windows. Narcissa was pleased to see the table unoccupied. Although it had been her accustomed spot every weekday afternoon for the hour after classes ended since her first year, towards the end of last year a group of Hufflepuffs had decided to lay claim to it. They had quickly learned that Narcissa Black was not one to be crossed, and apparently the lesson had been learned well enough that they did not wish to try again this year.

Narcissa set her bag down on top of the table. Pleased to be relieved of the weight of it, she straightened her shirt and smoothed her already neat hair. She then set a charm on her bag to deter thieves while she went in search of a book she would need for her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. 

Rounding a shelf in the dark arts section, she was initially surprised to see Amycus Carrow at the end of the aisle. She hadn’t been entirely sure he knew how to read, let alone where the library was. “Although,” she thought, “this would be the section to find him in.” 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, doing his utmost best to display his contempt without having to outright say it. Though knowing this crowd, he wouldn't be surprise if they didn't know how to pick up on body language cues. He was sitting in class, amazingly enough (only because he'd gotten reprimanded for skipping again, and a letter had been sent home - which was pretty much the only reason he cared), and was wildly bored. Professor Mortlake was rambling off some nonsense about how nonverbal spells were useful in protecting yourself in a duel as it gave one an advantage. It wasn't anything he didn't already know, and would use against these pathetic goody goodies later.

He was just about to gather his things and jet out of class when Professor Mortlake did the first agreeable thing that he could remember - and she dismissed the class with a few minutes to spare. In a much better mood than he had been previously, Amycus smirked as he stalked out of the classroom, his bag thrown haphazardly on his shoulder. Class were thankfully done for the day, and his first instinct was to make a beeline for the Slytherin common room so he could at least drop off his stuff and maybe find something to do keep his good mood afloat. As he was walking down the corridor, however, his bag decided to rip and leave his books scattered on the floor.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, cursing the bag and the heavy books. Instead of bending down and picking them up himself (what was he, a muggle?) he pulled out his wand, repaired his bag with only a minor hiccup, and then cast a charm so his books put themselves back in the bag. He watched as they did so, just so he knew they were in the right order. It was then that Amycus realized he still had a few library books. Muttering and cursing again, he redirected to the library to turn them in. While he was there, he thought he'd at least make the trip worth while and go see if he could find anything interesting in the "Defense Against the" Dark Arts section. 

As he was perusing the shelves, he saw none other than Narcissa Black appear in his peripheral vision. A pretty little thing, she was nearly always tolerable at best. "Narcissa," he said in greeting with a slight nod of his head.

[alexanderavery]

Sublime Cruelty | Alexander and Amycus

[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. 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus narrowed his eyes a bit as he thought over what Avery was saying. He couldn't really tell if the sentiment was sarcastic or genuine, but soon decided that it didn't matter either way. He wasn't going to just hand over all his knowledge; Alexander would be working for it the way Amycus had once upon a time. That made Amycus confident that, if Alexander was just trying to take advantage of Amycus's Dark Arts lexicon, he'd get discouraged and would go a different route. A different route, or he'd offer something to Amycus in return. 

In fact, by going through with this little favor for Alexander, Amycus practically guaranteed himself a favor in return. Which would prove useful, he was sure. "I am very gracious, I can't argue with that," he said coolly. He might just be being flattered, but Amycus was okay with that. He never was one to turn down an ego boost. "Don't think this is going to be easy, Alexander," his tone a bit darker. He looked around, still a bit wary of anyone unsavory overhearing their conversation. "The Dark Arts aren't called 'dark' for anything, after all."

Amycus still wasn't quite sure what spurred this little exchange on, but he couldn't quite bring himself to turn Alexander down. He had no qualms with saying no, of course, but this wasn't just about Amycus's hatred of dealing with people. This was about the spread of the Dark Arts, something he advocated with as much enthusiasm as he could possibly muster. It was only natural, after all, that he spread his philosophies, so as to possibly garner more gathering for this Dark Lord that was on the rise. More people with the correct thinking was never a bad thing, either way. 

"Is that all you wanted to ask?" Amycus inquired. "We'll have to plan this to take place in a more... secure location of course." 

[amycuslycarrow]

RANDOM ANON: You have lost your magic and are now a muggle. What do you do?

What the hell kind of question is that? For one, who sends an anonymous owl? That's bullshit on its own! I don't even know why I'm bothering to answer this... -seethes- Anyway, that scenario is impossible. If you knew anything of magic and how it works, you would know that you can't just "lose" your magic. You can get a block from extreme trauma or, more likely, torture. But I'd like to see the wizard who tried to torture me because I can guarantee that it wouldn't work. So there's absolutely no way I could lose my magic, making your question null and void.

Now fuck off, and stop sending dumb anonymous owls. You're just wasting our time.

[sev-thehalfbloodprince]

Slytherin Common Room || Severus and Amycus

[sev-thehalfbloodprince]

Severus glanced up to see Amycus Carrow stride past him. “Amycus! I know something that might interest you…” He told him with a slight twang of excitement and mischief. There usually wasn’t any of that in Severus’s low, sarcastic tone of voice that enunciated every word, but now he suddenly felt like he was eight years old again—not that he was a very excitable 8 year-old. His childhood story could explain that. He just felt happy, sort of like when he was with Lily and she wasn’t mad at him. It was a nice feeling that he did not experienced often.

Unfortunately, being in the Slytherin common room wasn’t the best place to be whilst being in such a mood. He would be compared to a Hufflepuff by his fellow housemates, although his mood wasn’t nearly as happy-go-lucky as a Hufflepuff; to set it straight, he was as excited as a Slytherin could get. 

While Amycus was one of those students who did not really care about other’s feelings and goals being achieved, Severus could not help but gush to him; he was the only one close by. And while they weren’t the closest friends, Severus also knew exactly what interested Amycus, so if he could twist his new achievement to somehow excite the Carrow sibling, he could easily relieve the joy inside of him. This was a breakthrough for him, one of his best achievements. Lily might’ve been happy for him, but she would also question his motives with the potion. And to be perfectly honest, Severus did not know exactly what he was going to do with it. He was mainly focused on how he was going to make it. It seemed like a useful potion to have, though; for both dark and normal magic. Maybe he would tell her about it later, and be sure to let her know it wasn’t solely for the purpose of hurting others.

“I’ve just figured out a new potion in which you can steal another person’s voice,” Severus explained quickly. “And it’s absolutely ground-breaking. Just imagine using the potion to lure people into your traps and cursing them like you do. You could pretend to be their friend and then they’d hear you and then… Isn’t it just brilliant?” He was almost out of breath—he never spoke that much at once. 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus had fully intended to keep walking past Severus Snape, and not listen to whatever it was that had the younger boy excited, but then he explained himself and Amycus had to admit he was a bit intrigued. Though he was also quite certain that Snape had spun the details so it would interest him, which frankly ticked him off. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning against the table with a bored expression on his face. He might be interested, but he definitely didn't have to let Snape know that small, inconsequential detail. Amycus sighed.

"It would only be considered brilliant if it was used correctly," he pointed out, his voice incredibly bored. Amycus definitely didn't want to give Snape the benefit of the doubt. Just because he found something out about potions doesn't mean that it's brilliant, and it shouldn't be allowed to boost Snape's measly ego. In fact, someone really ought to make sure that doesn't happen. Amycus nearly smirked, thinking this would be rather enjoyable, as taking people down to their place always was, but stopped, lest he give himself away. He had no idea how observant Snape was, not that Amycus cared, but he didn't want to be found out either way.

"Why is this so ground breaking, exactly?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I mean, it's just someone's voice. It's not near as useful as polyjuice potion itself would be. One can be a lot more convincing as a person when they not only sound like them but look like them too." He shook his head and pursed his lips, acting as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it sort of was, if one stopped to think about it. "It's not really all that groundbreaking, Snape," he commented. "If you had discovered a brand new potion, sure, I might give you the benefit of the doubt. But it only looked like you've modified one, so it really isn't that great." 

[sev-thehalfbloodprince]

Slytherin Common Room || Severus and Amycus

Severus sat, staring hard at the book and sitting at a polished, black table in the Slytherin common room. Ahead of him was an open Advanced Potions textbook, some parchment, and a quill with its ink bottle. He reread the words on the page, frustrated. He was trying to find a counter-reactant ingredient for his new potion; it was supposed to give someone the ability to imitate any noise or voice for a complete hour. It was a challenging task; so far he could only get the potion to work for a solid five minutes, but a whole hour? This would take a few nights of hard work.

He thought since the Polyjuice Potion had ingredients to let the taker also acquire the voice of whoever’s identity they had stolen, he could use some similar ingredients in his potion. He was partially right, of course, but it was a matter of choosing which ingredients reacted with what to make the phenomenon occur. Potions was a lot more complicated than most wizards thought it was; it deserved more credit.

He skimmed the entire chapter once more and realized what he was missing; it was the parrot blood that did it! He almost combusted with relief and excitement. He just made a magical breakthrough, in his eyes. He was dying to share it with anyone who passed by. 

[amycuslycarrow]

A few days ago, Amycus had decided to partake in one of his favorite activities: hexing mudbloods. However, his professors weren't impressed with his dueling, and rather berated him for "wrongfully using magic on the younger students." He rolled his eyes a lot, and eventually explained himself, and when he did, that just led to more trouble. Professor Mortlake decided that it was the utmost disgrace upon her, as she was supposedly the one to have taught Amycus how to duel. She knew nothing, he thought. She also saw it fit to put him in detention. Amycus just glared at her as she doled out his punishment, and crossed his arms with contempt.

Did the professors really think that detention was a punishment? While it wasn't fun, and it was very annoying to have to write out mundane sentences until his hand hurt, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Amycus itched to show them what a real punishment was. The teachers might think they're better than he was just because they were older and held a pathetic excuse for a position of authority, but Amycus wasn't one to be trifled with. He was completely confident that he was a lot better at dueling than any of them, namely because he knew they'd be too chicken to use anything potentially controversial, which of course was Amycus's specialty. 

As he sat in detention, Amycus thought this over, and smirked, imagining high and mighty Mortlake writhing under his Cruciatus Curse. It would make a nice sight, he thought. "Okay, Mr. Carrow," the Defense teacher said. "You've fulfilled your time. You may go now, but do remember to not hex your classmates. You're here to learn, and those are not principles we teach or condone. Next time, you won't get off as light as only 3 days worth of detentions." She gave him a look, and Amycus just stared at her. "Leave," she commanded.

"With pleasure," he responded, and strode out of the classroom. He stalked the halls until he got to the Slytherin common room. Feeling a lot more energetic now that he was in his territory, he looked on with dismay at the fuller than usual room. He sneered at the room in general, and made to escape to his dorm when he caught sight of a very excited-looking Severus Snape. Amycus rolled his eyes at the younger student.

[regulusthepure-black-blog]

Grounds || Amycus and Regulus

Regulus hated these walls. The rooms in the castle were boring. They were even more horrid and bland in the spring then they were in the winter. At least in winter, there was something to look at in the fires, which were everywhere. The white stuff was annoying, but you got used to that after a while.

All of the rooms in the castle were grey and boring, the Slytherin common room was certainly no exception. It was greyer than grey, and dark. Of course… It was a dungeon. Maybe it was time to go outside. Hex the annoying blonde one if he could find her. For that matter, any Hufflepuff. They were annoying, with their happiness and hugs and trying to make you see things their way.

Yes. Going out to the grounds and hexing things, maybe charming trees to smack people no matter how tall they were. That seemed like a good plan. Maybe he would climb one and bring a bottle of something-water, tea, whatever-and dump it on people. He liked that idea.

Bringing his satchel with the undetectable expansion charm, he sauntered down to the grounds and climbed the third tree he came across. He figured that the third tree was a good number, not too suspicious. He was just a fourth year up a tree, no big deal there. Five people passed him. Then six. Seven. He took out the flask he had in his bag.

Eight. Nine. He dumped the contents on the person who passed. Only after did he realize who it was, and his stomach dropped.

Shit. Amycus.

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus was on a mission. As he was coming back from that dreadfully dull class that was Potions, he took a short cut through the dungeons and ended up magicked to the wall, his hair turning various colors before settling on an unsightly shade of blue. Fuming, he caught side of one of those dratted Gryffindor pranksters. He'd nearly screamed himself hoarse at the prat before the charms on the wall seemed to lose effect and he fell down on the ground, and his hair turned back to its normal shade of black. He stood up and brushed himself off (a Carrow must never look dusty - it was unbecoming) and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Gryffindor take off down the corridor.

So of course Amycus had to follow him and get his revenge. He was grateful, however, that no one apart from the Gryffindor had been around to see his humiliation. Not that he'd admit to it happening, either way. Amycus was far above running down the hall, but his pace was brisk as he followed the Gryffindor. He couldn't actually see his target anymore, but there was a trail of disgruntled students who were complaining in the wake. Amycus stared them down as he followed, trying not to be conspicuous about what he was doing - if you were conspicuous, then people might try to stop you. They couldn't actually achieve that, of course, but they'd try and slow him down, which would be annoying.

It wasn't long until Amycus was outside, and he looked around, trying to find sight of that annoying ginger git. He couldn't see anything, but he wasn't going to be deterred that easily. He started down a path that several students were on, most of them heading to the Greenhouses for that stupid class in the dirt, and he was just passing a line of trees when he suddenly found himself soaking wet. He let out a snarl of frustration and looked up, fulling expecting to find that Gryffindor he'd been hunting, but instead found Regulus. Just as bad, if you asked him.

"What the fuck?" he demanded, looking up, seething with rage. Without thinking about it, Amycus pulled out his wand and sent a stinging hex up in the tree, aiming for Regulus's leg. "What do you think gives you the right to dump water on me, of all people? If you're going to do something so stupid, at least choose a fucking Hufflepuff!"

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“Ow! That hurt!”

“I told you not to call me Amy!”

“But-but”

“There, is that better?”

Alecto and Amycus Carrow after another of their fights, taken by their mother circa 1965

[thisisrodolphuslestrange-blog]

Peeves' Provocation || Amycus and Rodolphus

The Charms corridor looked as though it had been the scene of a brutal civil war enactment, with all participants armed with elaborate, glitter-based cannons. The walls were smeared a variety of interesting colours that quite possibly initially represented the house colours of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, with crude stick figure drawings of unidentifiable creatures scrawled over them. Each floor-to-ceiling caricature was accompanied by a speech bubble praising loyalty, bravery and similar attributes; more important was the cheerful text adorning the walls on the virtues of inter-relations between muggles and wizards. It was actually quite a well-written spiel, though the affect was somewhat lost by the bright green writing looping over the whole mess, which declared—

SLYTHERIN SUCKS

— Repeatedly  across the walls. Then, of course, there was the glitter, which covered every available surface, and was piled into drifts over three feet high in places. One of these surfaces was Rodolphus Lestrange.

The teenager was sprawled on the floor, bound tightly in Gryffindor scarves, screaming expletives through the cloth covering his face. Above him, Peeves made a mime’s show out of pretending to listen, nodding agreeably every now and again, juggling three pots of colour-changing ink. The next time Rodolphus paused for breath, the poltergeist tipped one pot after another over him in rapid succession.

“PEEVES!” Rodolphus thundered. His tone was furious enough to give Peeves pause. When one hand struggled free, gripping a pitch black wand, Peeves let out a whoop of laughter and shot away down the corridor. He almost made it to the opposite wall, when a spell caught him. Peeves let out an agitated yelp as he struggled to free himself from the invisible constraints, while at the other end of the corridor the scarves containing Rodolphus suddenly caught fire.

Green flames leaving him apparently unharmed Rodolphus struggled upright, singed fabric falling away from him in a way that would be impressive if it wasn’t for how red in the face he was. Rodolphus pointed his wand at the alarmed Peeves, a thousand curses going through his mind, and his rage was enough to cause his concentration to break. Peeves crowed in delight as he slipped Rodolphus’ spell, and promptly sank into the floor.

Rodolphus shouted Peeves’ name again in vain, purple-to-green ink dripping from his hair. Then he kicked a suit of armour to make himself feel better. It gave him a reproachful look, which he ignored in favour of scowling at the vandalised corridor.

“Wonderful,” he snarled, sending a charm at his hair to shake away the ink. This would be the moment that someone walked in. 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus had decided to skive off his classes for the day, as he didn't have anything of consequence to turn in. Not that he would've either way, most likely he wouldn't made up some excuse about how the menial task was so far below him that it didn't merit doing. However, it was neither here nor there, so he didn't think about it too much. Instead, he sat in his dorm, in the peace and quiet away from insufferable people. He had a few of his Dark Arts books spread out on his bed and was comparing torture methods between them when he heard it. A racket coming from the common room. Amycus rolled his eyes and went back to his books, even practicing a fire starting spell on one of his half finished essays. 

He lost his concentration, however, when a loud, piercing scream emanated from the common room and disrupted him again. He slammed his books shut and set them in his trunk carefully before slamming the trunk closed and storming out of his dorm, aiming to hex whomever had shrieked. Once in the common room, he glared around, but nothing seemed to be ostensibly out of the ordinary. Amycus narrowed his eyes at a group of fourth years that were sitting at the tables near the corridor to his dorm. "What was that noise I heard?" he demanded.

The two girls in the group shrank back, but neither of the boys seemed to be fazed by Amycus's demeanor. Which of course only served to make Amycus more mad, and he reached into his pocket to pull out his wand. He leaned back on his heels and played with his wand between his fingers, letting them see that he meant business. Lucky for them, this made the boys nervous, and they faltered. "A girl came in covered in glitter," one of them said. "And she was screaming about how it ruined her hair or some rubbish," the other finished for him.

"Glitter? What the hell?" Amycus asked, more thinking out loud than anything. The fourth years shrugged and started to say something asinine, probably about how they didn't know where the glitter came from or some other idiotic confession, and Amycus cut them off before they could make a sound. "Oh, save it. I got what I wanted." Or at least all you could give me, he thought with an eye roll. Were all fourth years so idiotic? 

Amycus shook his head and stomped out of the common room, not bothering with idiots who were confused about glitter. It was all such a waste of time. Instead, he was going to get away from everyone, and find a place to practice his fire spells in peace. Because obviously the dungeons weren't sufficient any more. Perhaps he could use that as an excuse to not do school work, though, which could prove useful. Amycus stopped walking for a moment and contemplated the idea, but when he saw a first year Hufflepuff looking at him, he gave the girl a glare and continued on his way. He vaguely heard a squeak and footsteps, and smirked. He still had his fear factor, not that there was ever any doubt. The ego boost was nice, though.

He turned around the corner to the Charms corridor, and immediately stopped again. "Well, I found the source of the glitter," he said, a hint of amusement coloring his normally bored drawl. Amycus caught sight of fellow Slytherin Rodolphus and smirked. He was covered in glitter, and was obviously quite angry. "Well, well, Lestrange," he said, spelling a piece of wall clean and failing, and then just hoping the constantly clean charms on his robes would hold up as he leaned against the glitter. "I never would've pegged you to be one for flashy outfits, but I suppose you have the freedom to make your own bad decisions," he taunted. 

[bertrammaubreyy-blog]

Two's Company || Amycus & Bertram

Bertram walked into the Slytherin common room and sighed with content.  He was finally back in his comfortable habitat: underground.  He loved how his body got naturally colder when he was down here, not to mention the lack of light in this room that suited his taste as well.  He almost found it odd that most Slytherin’s would rather hang out in the dungeons than have to sulk above ground in the light, but then again, it made sense.  They were all pretty dark themselves.  It must be one of the qualities that possesses us to be sorted here in the first place.  Bertram shook his head in amusement as he thought of his first night here during the sorting.  What a fool I was, so young, he thought in a reminiscent state of mind.

Letting himself come back from his past, he smirked to himself and then started to make his way to his favorite spot in the common room.  Bertram spotted the chair that faced the wall and was the perfect shape for him to sit for hours on end while he kept himself occupied with his wand as he strode directly towards it.  He could feel his determination to get into his spot so fierce, that he almost didn’t notice someone else sitting there.  It wasn’t until he was right upon the chair and basically in the occupant’s face, that he realized who it was.  Bertram’s smirk flickered into an even bigger grin as he looked at Amycus Carrow, one of the most infamous people at Hogwarts.

“Why, hello Amycus.  I don’t know why I’m surprised to see you’ve found my spot.  It’s quite the place, isn’t it?”  Bertram stopped talking then, so as to judge Amycus’ reaction.  He wasn’t always the best tempered person to be around, but Bertram liked his company nonetheless.  ”So, Amycus, how have you been?”

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus stomped angrily down the corridor. He was in a mood, no thanks to that small nitwit of a Charms teacher. He'd just gotten another failing grade on an essay - a rather well written essay, if you were to ask Amycus. Obviously dear professor Flitwick didn't agree. He had Amycus stay after class so they could "discuss what the problematic areas were," but Amycus hadn't listened. There was no need to. Just because Flitwick was an incompetent excuse for an instructor didn't mean there was anything wrong with him. Was Amycus really expected to make up for his teacher's faults? Really, that was an unfair expectation on its own. 

He scowled at everyone he passed, leading several of the smarter students to practically jump out of his way as he walked. If he was in a better mood, he would've felt pleased that people were standing aside in their rightful place as a Carrow walked down the corridor, but as it was he was still too angry to care so he just kept on his path. He lacked a direction, instead just stomping blindly through Hogwarts. It wasn't until he was looking through the doors into the Great Hall that he realized it was dinner time. Amycus sighed and decided he'd skip on making an appearance. 

Redirecting to the dungeons, he found the common room rather empty, which was probably for the best. The few students who were there took one look at Amycus and seemed to make the executive decision to stay out of his way. One girl even squeaked. Amycus sniffed, looking down on them all. He definitely didn't want competition, but most of them were rather weak willed, and didn't even put up a fight. These were fellow Slytherins, and he expected them to at least act to be near his level. Sighing, he picked a chair that was off in a secluded corner and took a seat. He sat their angrily brooding until he heard a voice, and realized that Bertram Aubrey was practically breathing down his neck.

"Your spot?" he asked, a note of skepticism to the question. "Aubrey, this is the Slytherin common room. That means these chairs belong to the entirety of the house; it's not 'your' spot. It's... as good as any." Amycus wasn't willing to admit that it was one of the easier to tolerate places in the common room, though it was much nicer to be here rather than on one of the couches in the center, where most of the younger Slytherins liked to congregate. Though obviously it didn't do a great job of warding everyone off. "I have been much better in the past, not that it's really any of your business. The lack of competent professors is hardly your fault, despite it being a problem that no one seems to address." Amycus rolled his eyes and then sighed. "I suppose I must ask how you've been faring, then. Anything interesting to share?"

[amycuslycarrow]

The Hexing Siblings || Amycus & Alecto

[alectoscurses]

She rolled her eyes as well when he mentioned how boring and predictable their parents had been. “It’s like they think we have no minds of our own. And while we’re much better about hiding it now, did they really never notice our pathetic attempts to break in years ago? Honestly.” Alecto shook her head, remembering how obvious the marks on the doors of the library had been as she and Amycus tried to ‘disguise’ what they were doing. Even with the house elves clearing up the worst of it, she could see charred marks and scratches on the door from the different spells they had tried. Enough of them had been successful that they had been reading out of that library for years. 

“I suppose they even had you practicing some of those boring curses that we worked out ages back?” All right, Alecto herself had only been able to successfully perform them by the beginning of her fourth year, but it felt like ages ago to her. I mean, what did they expect from children of theirs? And the only reason Alecto didn’t just run off entirely was because she could find easy victims to practice the spells on. By the time she got out of Hogwarts, she wanted to be one of the best at dark spells there ever was-better even then her mother. Then, then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything or anyone. Except Amycus. But that’s because he was special. 

“Too bad you didn’t go on some kind of interesting mission. I was looking forward to new stories.” She pouted prettily and then waved it aside. Some day they could share stories back and forth. For now they would just have to share much simpler stories from around Hogwarts. “Did they really make you come back here? I don’t understand why. It’s not like we’re learning anything useful, and a Hogwarts graduation only matters if you want some lame office job. They probably said something about pureblood standing and reputation didn’t they?” Alecto thought all the pureblood reputation stuff was hogwash. Most of the traditions were completely idiotic, like the whole arranged marriage thing the Blacks and Lestranges got stuck into. But her parents seemed to like the phrase. 

[amycuslycarrow]

Amycus very nearly smiled at the memories of breaking into the family library, but suppressed it into a smirk. How their parents missed that, he would never know. Though, that probably just showed how much attention they paid attention to their children and what they did. The Carrow parents weren't known for being attentive. Which was how Amycus liked it. "Oh, you know that we don't, in their eyes," he said, looking out across the grounds. "And they probably didn't, though how, I'll never know," he vocalized with a sigh.

"Oh, yes. It was very dull." Amycus had been doing some of those spells for a few years now - basically since he got a hold of his own wand and came to school where he could practice magic without worrying about the damned Trace. Of course he'd been reading about them even longer than that. In fact, Amycus fancied himself one of the highest authorities on the Dark Arts, at least in Hogwarts and their family. Together with Alecto, they were nearly unstoppable. 

"Don't worry, sister. One day there will be missions and new stories for us to swap between each other." He looked ahead as he spoke, taking a lay of the land. They were nearly to the courtyard where he'd seen the two Ravenclaw brats earlier. He turned to give her a look and nodded. "That's precisely the garbage they spouted off. Which there is some merit to it, but honestly it's just a waste of time, in my opinion." He shook his head then, thinking more on it and becoming more and more angry at his parents for dooming him to this fate. At least he didn't have some bint lined up that he was supposed to marry and procreate with. Amycus honestly didn't think he'd be able to put up with someone that long. It would be torture in the worst form. At least the Cruciatus Curse was over after the person casting it ended the spell. A marriage would never end until one of the participants died. He'd entertained the thought, but as it wasn't really an issue, he didn't linger on it. 

"Ah, here we are!" he said as they walked into the courtyard. His mood quickly soured, however, when he realized the courtyard was empty. He broke away from Alecto and whipped out his wand, exploding a bench with his spell. "They're not even here! How are we supposed to hex mudbloods who aren't even here?" he nearly growled.