my blade is sharp

Δεῖμος καὶ Φόβος. Deîmos kaì Phóbos "Horror and Fear" Amycus Anaxos Carrow. 17. Slytherin. Beater.

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gidecns·:

Gideon was back to a healthy mixture of fear and anger now, after the earlier high. The cause was probably the horrifying yell coming out of Amycus’ mouth — but also the fact that he couldn’t get to that stupid wand. He looked up just quick enough to see the other launching himself towards him, and thought he was done for. By some stroke of luck, though, Amycus went off course and only managed to clip him against the ear. Momentarily disoriented, it was enough to be hit by an enormous amount of books racing towards his head. 

“Motherfucker,” He felt blood running down his forehead and out of his nose — the books had done more damage than he thought they would. The lucky side was that they had also knocked over the table, and Gideon now had access to his wand again. Unable to think of anything with the way his head was hurting, he shot off the first thing he could think of, if only just to distract Amycus while he healed himself — a Bat-Bogey Hex. 

Amycus laughed, eyes ablaze. He was warmed up now, ready and primed to show Prewett who was boss. He kept his wand pointed straight out in front of him, thinking of his next move. He couldn’t do too much, lest he be expelled. Alecto wouldn’t be happy with him, nor Bellatrix either. Still, the bloody traitor couldn’t get away with this, he wouldn’t allow it. 

Spitting blood away again----his lip was still bleeding from the very first sucker punch----he almost got hit. A flash of light flew by him, missing only by a last minute dodge, instinct more than anything on his part. He laughed again, flicking his wrist in the direction of Gideon. “Stupefy!”

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itsalectxcarrxw·:

It was truly a pity that she hadn’t seen her dear brother more often in the past few days, but she knew that he would have been kept amused by his little play things together with Mulciber. Yet she was itching to release the pent up frustration she had got from dealing with the likes of the Dark Lord’s lackeys, each too incompetent to have one morsel of an original thought — something that infuriated her to no end. Yet a calm sense of peace began to wash upon her as her eyes landed upon Amycus, a genuinely fond smile appearing as she remarked, “Pray do tell, I’m dying to know what.”

“It’s about Emma,” He said, almost gushing in his excitement to tell Alecto. He propped his cigarette between his lips, and then motioned for his sister to sit down. “I found out that she cast the Cruciatus Curse at Evan Rosier.” He raised an eyebrow, well aware of the excitement of this new interaction, waiting simply for his twin’s reaction to mirror his.

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omnia-vcnitas·:

“Gee, I thought I’d made it very clear that I am bothered by you,” Emma replied, her anger growing. Though she wanted more than anything to follow her worst impulse and rip him a new one, the grin on his face was bothering her. So she tried to force it down instead. “Just send me an owl when you’re finally willing to share your precious information about me.” Though she followed his example by facing forwards at the starting lecture, her posture was rigid, and her face was set into a scowl — obvious signs that she was clearly bothered, but signs she could not fucking get rid off. 

She was just angry enough that he decided it was an appropriate time to bring the game to the next level. “I would never put incriminating information about you in something as fragile as a letter. It wouldn’t be very husbandly of me.” He let that hang in the air for a moment, using the stretch of silence to pull his schoolwork from his bookbag. “You know, I thought you were quite the killer in Hogsmeade.” It was the very reason for this newfound obsession with her, after all. He leaned in close again, lowering his voice to a buzz in her ear. “But I had no idea how fun you really were, Emma.”

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gidecns·:

Gideon felt kind of high. He hadn’t expected that hit to land, and the blood pouring from Amycus mouth — holy shit, that felt good! That’s what the bastard got, for constantly trying to rile him up. His father making him work on being able to defend himself even without a wand paid off in situations like this, and he made a mental note ( that he’d likely forget, because he was still Gideon ) to write the old man a thank you note later. 

Amycus’ foot swung out, and still on his high — Gideon managed to avoid that too! Instead, making a dive towards the table his wand rolled underneath. Taking the risk of the other being off balance enough from Gideon’s hit and the subsequent kick for him to have enough time to do so. Unfortunately for him, though —

His kick missed, and the snarl developing in his features burst out in the form of an angry yell when he knocked the chair away instead. Any students in the surrounding area were fleeing, and he was certain someone would come to break this up eventually. With a move surprisingly acrobatic for someone of his size, Amycus lurched to his feet with a spring, and then launched himself at Gideon. His attack missed in his over-zealousness, and he went careening off to the side. However, before doing so, he managed to knock his fist against the side of Prewett’s head, clipping him against the ears. It wasn’t much, but it was better than missing.

He stumbled into the bookcase, using his hands to steady himself. Done now, with this foolish muggle fighting, Amycus yanked his own wand free, using it to send an entire shelf of books flying at Prewett’s head.

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quentin-crabbe·:

Quentin didn’t even care about Amycus touching him. If anything he found himself enjoying it, wanting more. “Alright.” He said as if he really had a choice. Though he wouldn’t have said anything else if he did. He wanted to be alone with the other man as well. He began walking out first, pushing his way past all of the other people and not bothering to check to see if Amycus was following. He just figured he was. “Where did you want to go?” He asked, figuring that he already had an idea in mind. 

Amycus stalked behind Quentin, eyes flashing at anyone who dared get in the way of what he wanted more than anything in the world. He moved like a predator about to pounce on its prey, which was not that far off from the truth. “The first place that’s private.” He stated, “I don’t care where.”

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omnia-vcnitas·:

“Weren’t you going to tell me about your morning? Half the school knows about my naughty details at this point. Merlin knows the list is pretty damn long,” Whatever game he was playing at, Emma wasn’t in the mood for it. Professor Dippet was about to start up the lesson, and she could already feel her eyes directed towards their table. Her plan was to just ignore Amycus from now on, but those next words — they got her attention. “What?” The word almost came out as a hiss. “Just spill it already, Amycus. I can tell you’re dying to.” 

Finally, a proper reaction! Unable to help himself, he grinned widely. “I am dying to tell you. It was really interesting, what I learned.” He laughed once, and then rested his cheek upon his fist. “But you look bothered by me.” He abruptly lifted his face and pulled his arms from the table, spinning so he was facing forwards again, still smiling. “I’ll just tell you another time, when you’re less annoyed.”

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quentin-crabbe·:

Quentin had been eyeing Amycus up for a few moments when the other boy called out to him. He was surprised, but walked up anyway. Standing much to close to the him. “Carrow.” He said low, beginning to wonder when he’d begun to find any man so attractive. “Do you need something?” 

He wasn’t thinking about Alecto, and that should have been his first clue that something strange was going on here. He didn’t realize a thing was amiss, watching Quentin Crabbe the way that he was. He didn’t often go for men. They were weaker than women, and therefore no match for Amycus, although perhaps Mulciber was the exception to that. He tilted his head, reaching out and grabbing Quentin by the back of the neck, pulling him lower to meet Amycus. “I need a moment alone, with you.” He motioned with his head towards a secluded area of the room, where less people were. “Go.”

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WHO: Amycus Carrow and Quentin Crabbe WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement, Emma’s cat’s birthday

"You, Crabbe.” It was an order on Amycus’ part, the words falling from his mouth without any care on his part. “Come here.” @quentin-crabbe

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zeldakar·:

She hesitated - perhaps she had gone a bit too far? But he seemed to agree with her now, and that excited Zelda. It would be a great addition to her side if the Carrow twins joined in. It would be worth following him, she told herself, as she shook her head. “No, would you like to grab a bite from the kitchens with me?”

Ahh, success. “I’m not very hungry.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you drink?”

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zeldakar·:

His laugh was loud and Zelda felt small standing in front of him, a feeling she was quite unfamiliar with. Her smile faltered a bit as he questioned her, but she managed to maintain the cheery facade. Zelda’s cheeks had started to hurt and she forced herself to relax. “Well,” She began, speaking slowly. “We’re both strong and smart. And we’ve got a taste for blood.”

A game, a new one, was turning wheels in his head. He nodded his head, eyes flickering eagerly between the both of hers. Who knew this day would be so interesting? “I suppose we are similar then, you and I.” He cocked his head to the side. “Are you busy right now?”

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zeldakar·:

Zelda nodded, hoping she had made the right decision by bringing up Gideon Prewett. The other twin was fine, but she had heard some questionable things coming out of Gideon’s mouth. “That’s one thing we agree on.” Zelda said brightly. She shrugged slightly, “I won’t tell you what to believe – let’s just say you and I are not so different.”

Amycus laughed-- a loud, barking sound. “You and I? Similar?” The thought was laughable. There were not a great many people who were similar to Amycus, he knew that to be fact. Still, he wondered what it was about Zelda that led her to think something so preposterous. “I’m a bit curious, to be honest.” He smiled again, friendlier this time and less menacing. “What makes you think so?”

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omnia-vcnitas·:

“How very romantic of you, offering to murder a Professor,” She realized a second too late her sarcasm hadn’t been laid on very thick in the sentence, and hoped, quite desperately, Amycus would not take it as an invitation. 

Emma was having a crap week. Or maybe just a crap life, at this point — and it seemed he was intent on making it even worse. “Fine,” She replied. It didn’t seem worth it to pick a fight. There’d be plenty of time for that in the rest of their married life. “As long as you make sure to keep the naughtier details to yourself, go off I guess.” Men really enjoyed hearing themselves talk, didn’t they?

“I think it’s you who owes me some naughty details.” He opened coyly, spinning his legs so that his knees were touching hers. A giggle built in his throat, but he swallowed it away for another time. He propped an elbow on the table, twisting his body so that he was facing her. To others, unknowing others, he almost looked like a lovesick boy staring at the object of his affections. “I know something about you, that you never told me. How interesting is that?”

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gidecns·:

“Yeah, I know — I’m prime real estate.” His frustration from weeks of being cooped up in study was boiling over again, though it might just be Amycus who brought out the worst in him, but there was just something about the way he was dangling that wand… Gideon’s anger just took over. Pretending to lurch for the wand with his left hand, his right was balled into a fist — and making an uppercut right for Amycus’ jaw.

Gideon caught him by surprise. While watching for an attack on the wand, he completely forgot to guard anything else. Gideon’s attack struck true, slamming him in the jaw and sending his head snapping to the side. He stumbled backwards into a bookshelf and Gideon’s wand fell from his fingers and clattered to the floor, rolling underneath a nearby table. Blood poured from his mouth where his lip busted across his teeth. He spat it away angrily and rose to his feet, an angry snarl developing on his face. He didn’t say anything, the time for talking finished the moment Prewett lay a hand on him. They were due for another round, it seemed. 

Without much time do anything else, Amycus swung his foot out, aiming for Gideon’s kneecaps.

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zeldakar·:

At his smile, Zelda felt a twinge of success. It was a difficult feat to get a smile out of anyone, lately. “I try not to listen to what others say about me,” Zelda said. “It’s not the brightest population, here at Hogwarts. Have you ever heard that Prewett boy speak?”

His suspition didn’t disappear, per say, but it receded at the mention of Gideon Prewett. Their relationship took a surprise turn at the beginning of the year, a turn which he welcomed if only for all of the fun it’d opened up since then. “An idiot, that one.” He said lowly, completely in agreement. “I suppose I’m to agree that you’re one of the smarter lot?”

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gidecns·:

“You’re not the legendary shag you think you are, Amycus.” Gideon let out a sigh. He just wanted to graduate, dammit. “Now give me back my fucking wand.”

“Ahh, but you, Prewett!” Amycus took a step back, holding the wand even higher. “You were worth all of the hype. You’ve got the Amycus Carrow certification.” He leered at Gideon, big unnatural smirk taking precedent on his face. “High praise, I promise you.”

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WHO: Alecto Carrow & Amycus Carrow / @amycxscxrrxw​. WHEN: Friday, March 15th, 1978. 11:34pm. WHERE: Slytherin Common Room.

There hadn’t been enough time lately for Alecto to be able to spend some quality time with her dearest brother with the discovery of certain traitors in the midst of the castle, but now that she had some free time on her hands, this problem would soon be rectified. A pleased hum escaping her lips as she spotted him near the fireplace, she began to occupy the seat adjacent from him as she remarked, “Now tell me what’s got you looking so pleased.”

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It was a more interesting day than the others of the week. He was surprised by how much he’d enjoyed himself over the course of it all. If only all days were so eventful, he thought absently as he gazed at the fireplace. He wasn’t drunk tonight, a rarity in these last few weeks. He was smoking a cigarette however, ashing lazily onto the carpet below, knowing the House Elves would clean it another time. All in all, Amycus felt peaceful, and this reflected plainly on his face. This peace ended upon Alecto’s arrival, but it was a welcome absence. Nothing could ever be too bad, if she were around.

He sat up quickly, facing his sister with a grin. “I learned something today.”

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zeldakar·:

Zelda was taken aback by the sudden change in Amycus’ expression after hearing her friend cry out. He really was a character - Zelda didn’t know him that well, other than what she’d heard from others. She decided she was brave enough to stand up to him, but that it wasn’t worth doing it for Peggy - Zelda would have to save the energy for another time. Unless, she could get Amycus to join her side. She smiled at him, “It really is. At least we have you to keep everyone in check, no?”

Amycus smiled back, a little unnerved by her show of friendliness. Most people who were this far into their schooling knew well enough to avoid him, and never did they try to feign being his friend. He wondered if he ought to be suspicious of Zelda, and that smile? His eyes narrowed, but otherwise his expression remained the same.

“You’re one of the few who seem to think so.”