cold-hearted snake

look into his eyes Amycus Carrow, 7th year Slytherin.

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

This was it. Everything Rosemary had been anticipating was now playing into effect and the worst part of this all was he warned her. She knew it would happen like this. First she would act out thoughtlessly, then she would get embarrassed and cry. Next he would prove himself right. The first slew of words cut her down to size as she stood there in front of him, a small mess of trembling curls. Watch yourself, little girl. A sharp whimper escaped her mouth and she pressed herself flat against the barrel he’d lifted her onto. No this wasn’t making sense, only moments before he was soft and shy and intrigued by her. Who was standing in front of her now was the boy she heard tales about around the castle. It took her a moment to notice Rodolphus was standing only feet from them, a completely stoic look on his face as he motioned for his friend to leave with him. Rodolphus and Lucius had always terrified Rosemary the most, because they didn’t even seem real. They had more money than anyone she’d ever met, they seemed untouchable. Like royalty. Seeing him was what caused the first sob to leave her chest. 

Because now her embarrassment wasn’t confined to just herself, it was now this other boys entertainment as well. Once the first sob hit the air the rest followed freely, freezing her in her spot. Amycus threatened her. It just sank in as she tried to look at him through blurred tears that if this happened again something bad would happen and he was yelling at her to get out of his sight, and in this moment, Rosemary felt disgusted with herself for being this foolish. She knew that they said ‘secret’ but she was sure this was more about being shoved back. Maybe the physical contact struck a nerve in him. Rosemary agreed to secret, but not vicious words when other people were around. “W-what?” She tried to ask, but all she could think about was how her face already felt chapped from the hot tears pouring into such cold temperatures and she couldn’t get the words out. He said he’d never hurt you– he said that I could trust him and– Rosemary felt dizzier than she had when his face was pressed close to hers.

Then a memory danced into her head, it was a Wednesday night and the girls from the choir were all standing outside, listening to a roaring humming of cicadas as they gossiped about other people. It wasn’t uncommon for women to be treated a lot like this, and she was sure she’d heard the same words escape the lips of deacons of her church when they thought no one else was listening. Watch your mouth, little girl and then later, in moments like hot Wednesday nights, it’d get repeated by eavesdroppers. She shouldn’t have done what she did– they’d say, and Rosemary would feel her mouth go dry. Was this one of those situations? Sure… She could have tried to react better when she thought he was going to kiss her, but boys were never that close to her, she was never that close to letting them kiss her and she panicked. Now he was yelling a slew of cruel words at her and she didn’t know what to do. “I-I-I’m sorry A-Amycus– I–” she paused, sucking air into her lungs before looking for the nearest exit and bolting towards it.

Amycus had expected a few tears at most to come from Rosemary, enough to satisfy Rod as if nothing happened here except she must’ve entered the space he was occupying and he told her to get lost. But a sob ripped through Rosemary’s throat before the tears left her eyes, and his heart ached again. His face softened and he immediately wanted to reach out for her, to draw her in and reassure her the disgusting words were just for show. That he didn’t mean it, that he wouldn’t speak to her that way. She was just supposed to know, she was supposed to trust him enough to know that it was just for Rodolphus’s sake-- hell, to protect her from his friends. How could he protect her from them when he couldn’t even protect her from himself? No, no, no, the boy repeatedly chanted in his head, and he was glad that Rodolphus was facing his back so he couldn’t see the pleading in Amycus’s eyes as he looked at Rosemary, silently begging her to look at him so she could see it written all over his face that wasn’t him. At least, not the man he wanted to be when he was with her. 

All of the guilt he thought he had been free of earlier because she had hurt him washed over him ten times worse because now he had hurt her ten times worse without even thinking of it. It was just for show, he thought so hard he hoped that she could somehow hear it but she was still crying and he knew that she’d finally gotten a glimpse of the Amycus that was made up of all venom and steel. He wanted to comfort her so badly, to reassure her that wasn’t how he would ever talk to her but how could he when Rodolphus was still standing there and the only reason he had said anything like that in the first place. A stuttered apology left her lips and it was another blow to the chest. Why was she apologizing? At first, yes, he thought maybe he could’ve used an apology, but not now. Not when he was antagonizing her for reasons she probably would never understand nor forgive him for, he would never had tried to force an apology from her in any sort of way. Then she was running away and he couldn’t go after her and that killed him. That he would have to turn and face his friend and act like he hadn’t just sent the girl who made him feel like he could be good running off crying because he had shown her that he really was as bad as everyone said. 

Turning on his heel, he moved to walk beside Rodolphus and he had to act fast with Rosemary. If he waited to contact her, then it wouldn’t seem as sincere. Like it had only just hit him then that he’d been the biggest asshole in the world to her. Subtly, he pulled his wand from his jacket and whispered a spell to himself. One that would hopefully get his valentine back into her hands immediately, one that added words to the bottom of it that read, ‘I’m sorry for keeping up appearances that way. I will make this up to you, Rosemary.’ Amycus had no idea if it would work, but if he believed in a higher power, he was sure that he’d be praying that it would.

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

This felt different. Different than the very few times she caught herself watching a boy this way. It was Ludo first, and it hadn’t even been that long ago. Her first crush. She’d stared at him before and wondered what it’d be like what it would have felt like– but Ludo was Ludo, and she was sure that she wasn’t Ludo’s type. (No, but Carter surely was.) Amycus though– Amycus was something else entirely. When he looked at her it made her feel needed, like she was the first piece of solace to walk his way after the storm. Did that make her selfish? Enjoying that feeling? She was the only one he gave a valentine to and certainly that meant something, didn’t it? “Oh trust me I can be real embarrassing.” She told him, thinking of all the moments she had embarrassed herself this far and how many times she almost had far worse. “Just wait, you’ll see. Carter says I’m a cry baby.” 

Because she was, and she’d grown to be okay with that fact. The more shame she felt for it the worse it felt, she learned that around third year. Especially when it came to mean girls, because making someone cry seemed to be their favorite and she’d always been an easy target. “We–” she repeated after him, feeling her heart tug in confusion. we think they’re lesser beings. He just said that, so did that mean he thought she was a lesser person? Because even if Amycus liked her, her non magical heritage ran deeper than her magic. She could survive without it. Had wanted for a really long time to survive without it. Before she could tell him that isn’t very nice his hands were sliding onto the barrel, nearly grazing her thighs. He was so close to her she could taste the ashes of hell. That’s what her mother had told her when she was younger, that boys like him tasted of hell. That boys like him had the devil in them and if there’s one thing that she’d learned about the devil it was that he was once an angel. Once his beauty was pure, it was untarnished by his greed and his pride and he didn’t use it to lure girls like her in. Amycus was saying something, what was he saying. Was he getting closer to her, or was she losing consciousness from holding her breath too long? 

“I do sing, yes but–” she tried to reply, but he was staring down at her in a way that caused adrenaline to flood all of her senses. Her hand raised to her chest, clutching the dainty silver cross she wore every day. This was happening, Amycus was leaning towards her and she felt her eyes close. 5. She thought, because counting down always helped build courage. But courage to do what? Let him kiss me? Oh Rosemary Appleebee this is N O T you. 4. If he kisses me before one I’ll let him. If he kisses me before one it was supposed to happen. 3. This isn’t how this is supposed to be happening this isn’t supposed to be happening. 2. If mama saw me right now she’d have a fit– this isn’t how this is supposed to be happening. Dear lord I rebuke these thoughts– 1. Her eyes fluttered open and she thought she could feel Amycus breathing. “NO!” She exclaimed as she slid from the barrel and pushed him backwards. It took her several seconds to catch the breath she’d been holding in her throat. “I told you I’m not just some girl–”

Amycus’s head tilted slightly to the side as Rosemary cut her sentence off and he watched her hand fly to her chest to grab onto the cross pendant hanging around her neck. But why? He could see her breath every time she exhaled, and they seemed to have quickened. Then he realized it was because now they were only inches from one another. When had he moved this close to her? Why didn’t he want to take a step back upon realizing this? Then he remembered how warm she had been when she embraced him. How, despite her red, frost nipped nose and rosy cheeks, if he were to move in even closer, her warmth would envelope him. It was calling out to him now, and he was leaning in. You shouldn’t be doing this, the voice in the back of his head warned him. He’d only kissed someone on the lips once before, nearly four years ago, and it was also his last time doing so. But her parted lips seemed inviting, and he was tired of being made of ice. The space between them was getting smaller, and he shut his eyes out of anticipation. 

The silence was cut through by Rosemary’s yell, and although her push wasn’t hard enough to physically move him, her certainly received the message to move back. One, two, three steps to put more distance between them. There was a pang in his chest that he’d felt a handful of times. When his mother would slam the door in his face, ignore him as he spoke to her, walk out of the room holding Alecto’s hand. He’d grown accustomed to that feeling of rejection, but god did he not expect to feel that any time soon, especially not with Rosemary. Rosemary who was his secret friend, whom he had to share with no one. Who wanted him to be vulnerable yet he was just at his most vulnerable point with her and she shoved him away. Was he really that repulsive? Not a simple, ‘stop’ or ‘wait’, but an exclamation of the word NO and a push backwards as if he wouldn’t understand if she had done it any other way. Like he was a monster who would’ve forced her to kiss him even if she didn’t want to. Dejection was clear in Amycus’s eyes as she started to go off on him.

It actually hurt him that she thought he saw her as some girl to mess around with. An emotional pain that became physical as he felt another pang in his chest. He didn’t kiss anyone, and the one person he wanted to rejected him. This was why he didn’t, because he knew he wasn’t lovable or wanted. He didn’t want to open up that way because he didn’t want to get burned when his feelings went unrequited which they sure to be. There was nothing redeemable about him, he told her, girls didn’t like him, so why would she be any different? Before Amycus could get a word in and tell her that that was not how this was, he heard footsteps and panic set in. Who would be walking behind this bloody tea shop? But as the footsteps grew louder, and a figure rounded the corner, he knew exactly who it was. Rodolphus. He must’ve been looking for him, there was no other way to explain it. And he found him, behind a bloody tea shop with Rosemary Applebee who he was nearly just kissing. Turning his attention away from the boy and back to Rosemary, he knew he had to keep his cover, he had to make this believable. Rod could never know about this. and so his expression turned into a snarl. “Watch yourself, little girl,” Amycus sneered, knowing that the harshness would be enough to scare her, enough to get a true reaction from her. If this is how she sees me, then I’ll show her what she believes, he thought to himself. “Speak to me that way again, and next time you won’t be so lucky to get off with a warning. Get the hell out of my sight before I change my mind!” Amycus barked at her, his teeth bared, just as Rodolphus emerged from the shadows. Maybe he should’ve felt bad for speaking to her that way, even if it was fake, but there was a pain in him now that he got just from looking at her, and that pain felt better as he tore her down in front of his friend. 

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

It startled Rosemary how she could feel her heartbeat quicken as he moved closer to her. Her knees began to shake, so she set her drink beside her and she clamped her hands over them while listening to what he had to say. He was pausing and she knew why. Despite being a half-blood was most likely what he meant to say, but then he was finishing with American and she had to thank him for at least trying. “Because I don’t really know her anymore.” Rosemary replied a little sadly, taking an opportunity to glance down at her feet. “I think she’s afraid I’ll embarrass her in front of you guys–” she had to pause for a moment, because she knew saying it allowed sounded ridiculous but it was how she felt and to her it was real. “so we don’t really talk at school and she’s always mad at home. I think she hates my mom for not tellin’ her we had magic but I don’t.” Rosemary shrugged, sliding her hands up from her knees to grab her drink once more. 

Hearing that Carter wasn’t that close to Amycus felt like a relief though. It made it feel more real, this friendship with Amycus. Like she wasn’t just chasing after her sister or he didn’t feel obliged to be nice to her because of Carter. It settled that raging fear in the back of her mind that Carter had touched the same lips she caught herself staring at right now. Silence surrounded them for a moment so Rosemary brought the drink to her lips to keep herself from filling it stupidly. “What was it like?” She asked him once she finally lowered her cup. “You know, growin’ up with magic? Knowin’ about it, and stuff? I mean we were always taught that witchcraft–” even now, years after, the word left her mouth feeling dirty. “–was evil. The non-magical folk back home would accuse you of sellin’ your soul to the devil for the littlest of things. They’re always really suspicious of where me and Carter go every year.”

Amycus slowly nodded his head as he listened to Rosemary. Not because he necessarily agreed with what she was saying, but just to silently let her know that that he was listening. He was a few steps closer to her now and he couldn’t even remember moving forward, but his jacket was grazing her knees due to their proximity. If he and Alecto were placed in different houses, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done. They were twins, each other’s life lines for so long, if they were separated and molded into different people... He didn’t want to know how it would’ve affected their relationship. “I don’t find you embarrassing,” Amycus reassured her quietly even though it wasn’t even him she was talking about. Still, he felt as though he should comfort her, because the friends of Carter’s she was speaking of were his friends. “You’re just... Different. They’re not too good with different. Even if it is a good sort of different,” his words came out mumbled as he got shy speaking them aloud. 

Her question about him growing up with magic made his demeanor grow a bit harder. His childhood with magic was much more different than that of his peers. Amycus learned how to wield a wand without ever holding a real one in his hand until he went into Ollivander’s at age eleven. He knew what it was like to endure the pain that magic could cause until there was no way to feel it anymore. “Not that magical for me,” he whispered, staring down at his shoes. “It’s just... Part of life, really. Sometimes it feels the same as breathing. Funny, how opposite things are between the muggle world and the wizarding. They think we’re evil, and we think they’re lesser beings.” Because they are, he wanted to add, but kept that part to himself. “There were tell tale signs of being a wizard for me when I was growing up. Sometimes I could control the electricity throughout the whole neighborhood.” Amycus placed his hands on beside either side of her thighs on the barrel, “What about you? Did you sing and animals would appear at your window?” He grinned as he half teased.

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

Rosemary felt nearly relieved that he didn’t reply to her, because no reply was better than a reply that could make her cry. She did that far too easily, and somehow managed to make it this far without crying in front of him and didn’t want to go and mess it up now. Crying was probably a foreign thing to him, and she’d learned by now that foreign things made him uncomfortable. But then as he argued what she’d said, that yes they do look at her she felt her face defy her and blush a deep shade of red. Do you? She wondered to herself, but she felt like a deer in headlights, staring blindly at something while hoping the impact didn’t throttle her. She was speechless, struggling to find words to respond with. Then his hands were on her waist and she didn’t know what he was doing and his fingers were curling into her skin and before she could get a grasp on what was happening she was sitting on the barrel and the cup was out of her hands.

Her skin burned where his hands had been, and for a moment she was convinced they were still there. For a moment she almost wished they had been so that she could figure out what it felt like and– she swallowed hard. A wave of shame washed over her and she began to quickly straighten out her clothes. “I–” the cup was given back to her and she stared down into the contents. “No. I don’t need anything.” Her voice was quieter now, suddenly she felt hyper aware of herself, of how she felt, of Amycus and the way he looked out here surrounded by the snow and the way his hands scorched something sinful into her. She was running prayers through her mind as she brought her eyes back to him. “What is Carter like? Around you guys, I mean.” She asked quietly, because it was the first change of subject she could think of and she needed to forget about what his hands felt like on her waist.

It seemed like Rosemary was having a hard time meeting his eyes, and he wondered if he had offended her by lifting her up onto the barrel. She’d hugged him and healed him before so he figured that it wouldn’t have caused too much of a problem. Perhaps it was more intimate of a touch than he’d thought, and he’d crossed a line with her. Where was the line? With Narcissa he could hug her tight and lift her right up off of her feet. With Rita he could swing his arm over her shoulders as they walked down the halls. With Rosemary he felt tentative. Like she was made of glass and just a simple touch from him would cause her to shatter. That all of the weight he carried on his shoulders would try to roll off of him and onto her, making him unbearable to be around. He was standing in front of her now, and he wondered if he should stay in that spot or sit beside her. The image of him shifting closer to, moving to stand between her legs flashed through his mind and he quickly tried to blink it away. 

For a second, Amycus began to worry that it the image wouldn’t disappear until he did move closer to her, but her question was enough to make him see clearly again. His eyebrows raised in surprise and he mulled over her question. Carter wasn’t someone he was ever close with, and he felt bad that he couldn’t give her more of an insight. He’d seen her interact with his friends though. “Um,” the boy hesitated, running his fingers back through his hair, “I’m not all that close to her, but from what I’ve seen... A bit of an attitude on her? Not in a bad way though. She can be quite sarcastic, it’s usually pretty amusing. Usually gets on well with the house despite being a-” he went to say half-blood. Amycus wasn’t as repulsed by half-bloods are others were. It wasn’t their fault that somewhere down the family line people had decided to branch off with muggles. Carter and Rosemary were half-blood, Rita and Severus, too. “American,” Amycus finally finished the thought with a small smile. “Why do you ask?” He asked in return, his curiosity piqued. 

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

Narcissa Black (all the Black sisters, really) terrified Rosemary to her core. Bellatrix scared her the worst, but there was something about ruthless about Narcissa all the same. Of course she knew they were friends but hearing it reiterated only made it that much more real. Before she had time to worry needlessly anymore about it something in her melted and she was beaming up at him. “Me?” She asked, her dimples shining through. “Well does that make me somethin’ special then?” She teased, quite uncharacteristically. She realized what she said and braced herself, braced herself to be embarrassed or ridiculed or something. She thought by now this would feel more stable, but every time she looked at him all she could think about was how sad she’d be if he turned his back on her now. 

“Benjy Fenwick gave me a painting, but he didn’t paint it.” She told him before pausing. Should she have not done that? What if he thought she liked Benjy in that kind of way? “But it’s nothing, I mean boys don’t look at me like that.” She told him quickly, covering her tracks as she went. Because it wasn’t like that and boys very seldom looked at her like that. There might have been a few, but usually they were only testing her limits to go back and laugh with the rest of their friends about. That mostly stopped after fifth year when they realized her will was unrelenting. It wouldn’t happen. “Wendy got me somethin’ too, but I’m not huge on receivin’ gifts. I like givin’ them way more.” A small shiver ran through her as a gust of wind blew snow around them. Looking around, she tried to hoist herself to sit on the top of a barrel. After a few embarrassing attempts she kicked at the snow behind her. I wish we could go somewhere- she thought sadly, before reminding herself this was secret.

By Rosemary’s smile and tone, he could tell that she was teasing him when she asked if that made her special. He stared at her wide eyed for a moment, because it did. It did make her something special that out of all the people he held close, that he told himself he loved, he didn’t get them anything or send them anything. But for some reason when Valentine’s Day rolled along, he thought of her and that confused him to no end. So it did make her special, but he couldn’t let the word yes leave his mouth. Then she was answering his question and Amycus felt a flicker of something when she mentioned the name Benjy Fenwick. Jealousy? Self-consciousness? He hadn’t gotten her anything, and Benjy was sending her paintings, his note must’ve seemed stupid in comparison. Even with Rosemary explaining that it was nothing, he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Yes they do,” he told her quietly, his eyebrows lightly pulled together. Of course guys looked at her like that. With her long blonde hair, dimpled smile, and accent as smooth as honey. She was also undeniably beautiful, and so of course they did, even if she didn’t know it. 

“I guess that makes me feel a bit better about showing up empty handed,” Amycus half smiled before watching her sad attempt of lifting herself onto the barrel. She seemed to have given up, and he set his cup down beside where she was trying to sit before hesitantly placing his hands on her waist. Normally he would’ve warned her that he was about to give her a boost, but his mind and his mouth weren’t working well together at the moment so he gently lifted her off of her feet and placed her sitting down on the barrel. He took her cup and re-filled it with tea, steam rising as soon as it left the thermos and placed it gently in her hands, “Do you want a blanket or something? I might still have the one from our picnic in my bag. Might take me a bit to find it, one of the many downfalls of having an enchanted backpack.”

[carrow-amycus]

narcissablvxk:

A smile, wide and unrestrained spread across her face as she put her hands on her hips. “Oh wonderful! That’s the nicest thing ever, Am!” She hopped up and hugged him once more. “You’re so great, you know? I’m very glad you’ll be by my side!” She skipped back and twirled around happily. “Now I’m off to Potions I suppose. You’ll sit next to me at dinner, won’t you?”

Amycus let out a short chuckle and gave her a small nod of his head, “No place else I’d rather sit, Cissy. You try and focus in class and not show off that ring of yours too much, got it?” 

[carrow-amycus]

bcllxtrixblack:

“oh how you wound me,” she spoke lazily. “that’s no way to speak to a lady.” ( sounding anything but insulted –– rather, sarcasm was etched within her words. )

“Didn’t realize I was speaking to a lady,” he imitated her tone, shooting her a smirk as he raised his brows quickly.

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

Rosemary had always been a horrible horrible liar. Even with her feelings, they were impossible to mask or contain so as she saw the flicker of approval on his face she felt a wildfire ignite her smile and she lit up. “Well I wasn’t gonna leave you out.” She told him softly, bringing the cup to her lips. She wondered if he chose this drink because he thought she’d like it. It certainly didn’t seem like something he’d drink out of choice. As he continued to speak her smile only grew. Because he thought she expected something back? No– although the notion did seem incredibly laughable to her. “I don’t expect nothin’ back, don’t be silly now. I made it cause you’re my friend.”

But then this friend of hers was pulling on a curl she still couldn’t decide was for him or not. Some nagging voice ( one much like her mothers ) echoed through her mind that it would be foolish to do such a thing. Amycus liked girls that stalked their prey in heels higher than her dreams and wore smiles like barbed wire. Not girls like her. Besides, Rosemary didn’t date. The thought of it had always left an acidic taste in her mouth. Still, as he gave her the compliment she had the desire to wear her hair curly more often. “So tell me how your valentines day was.” She told him, switching the subject. “I bet you have all kinds of admirers.”

This was one of those moments where if Amycus Carrow was one to blush, his cheeks would surely be a nice shade of pink at that moment. There were only a select few moments when he felt flattered. For instance, Narcissa asking him to walk her down the aisle. Now, with Rosemary wanting to make him something not out of obligation, but just because he was her friend. His eyes widened slightly at her comment and he let out a short chuckle. “Me? No, not really,” he gave a shrug of his shoulders and smiled at her. “I got a valentine from Narcissa, but she’s not an admirer, just a friend. It’s no big deal though. The only one I sent out was,” Amycus’s voice wavered a little as he realized how odd the words he was saying were, “t-to you.” This must’ve been the umpteenth time he had done something he would consider deviated for himself when it came to Rosemary. He wondered what her reaction was when she read the piece of paper. Part of her must’ve liked it enough to still meet up with him.

“What about you though?” Amycus asked quickly, wanting the subject off of himself. “I’m sure you received loads more valentines, probably chocolates too,” he took another cup out of his bag, pouring some of the tea into it before taking a sip. The warm liquid was a nice distraction from him having to talk more because truth be told, he didn’t know how to do this. All of his friends were ones he had since childhood or had at least known since the early year of school. Rosemary was different in so many ways, he wasn’t sure how to act around her. 

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narcissablvxk:

She giggled and nodded happily. “Well as long as you accept it,” Narcissa said with a smile. “Then no one’s feelings will be hurt but, really…” She slid her hair over her shoulder and smirked. “Hasn’t it been that way for 16 years?”

“No one could ever live up to your beauty, I knew that the day I met you,” he gave her a gentle nudge and laughed.

[carrow-amycus]

bcllxtrixblack:

“now, now, am. who ever said that? maybe i’m bitter because i received too many.”

“That’s the biggest load I’ve ever heard in my life.”

[carrow-amycus]

luciusmalfov:

“Oh, trust me —– my honesty is usually more a bad than a good thing,” said Lucius. “So perhaps I should try to lie more.” Eyes looked at the ceiling as if he was stuck in some kind of dilemma. “And I shall not. Like I said, I don’t lie. Besides, I know you’re bluffing — no one is brave enough to mess with my hair.”

With a delighted smirk, Amycus threw his arm around Lucius’s neck, and brought the other boy’s head down low. “I don’t bluff, Lucius,” He chuckled. Though his tone was of amusement, the words were incredibly serious. His fist lifted to Lucius’s head before rubbing against his hair, messing it up as he gave him a noogie.

[carrow-amycus]

chxrchmouse:

Rosemary tried to hold the valentine behind her back as she looked up at Amycus. The nerves in her stomach were replaced by guilt. Amycus had told her multiple times now that he wasn’t going to double cross her so why did she keep expecting him to? Biting down on her lip she took the cup and gave him a weak smile. “Caramel velvet, huh? That sounds real fancy.” She told him teasingly. With a quick clearing of her throat, she handed him what she’d stitched for him. “So I made uh– I made all of my friends something this year like Elena got socks and Wendy got gloves but I didn’t think you’d be so quick to you know, wear something hand made…” She told him, her voice trailing off as she searched his face for a reaction. It was stupid– she suddenly felt completely incompetent in front of him because he probably received all kinds of expensive gifts his friends.

“I know, it’s– not your thing.” She told him, as if letting him off the hook if he didn’t like it. “Don’t you let Carter see it though, she knows my needle work. She’d know.”

His brows pulled together slightly as she held something out to him, and he accepted it with a curious smile. Amycus listened to Rosemary explain how she made it herself, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was-- but as someone who almost always gave handcrafted presents, he appreciated the sentiment greatly. The boy’s smile grew as she mentioned needle work, and he was able to put two and two together. By hand, she had cross stitched his name in what appeared to be baby’s breath. The work was beautiful, and he was impressed by it, even if magic hadn’t been involved. “Thank you, Rosemary. It’s lovely,” he looked up at her with a sincere smile, “You really didn’t have to make me anything...” Amycus immediately felt bad that he hadn’t made anything or gotten her anything besides tea. 

He tucked the present into his bag and frowned slightly. “I haven’t got anything for you, I’m sorry... If I’d known you were, I’d brought something else besides tea.” With weary slowness, he raised his hand to brush his fingers over the ends of her hair, using a feather light tug to make the curl he was holding bounce, “Your hair looks nice like this.”

[carrow-amycus]

rcsiier:

The level of disrespect he was displaying set her on edge. Belle was a polite person, she had impeccable manners every second of the day she was observed. However, she harbored a black and poisonous anger that had rarely seen the light of day, she could feel it now coursing through her veins and turning them to ice. She was practically bristling when she found her composure, shooting an acidic smile at the Carrow who meant little, if nothing, to her.  “Clearly, your anger toward the lack of affection you receive from your own parents has colored you an ugly shade of green. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

Amycus couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips. He supposed it would be rude to laugh in Belle’s face but not being able to help it, he guffawed right at her. “My god, how are you Evan’s sister? Did he get the ‘knows when they’re being teased’ gene that apparently you’ve missed out on? Take a joke, little Rosier. Getting your knickers in a twist over nothing isn’t a good look.”

[carrow-amycus]

alectovcarrow:

“Sounds good to me,” she shrugged as they started to walk. “What’s been new with you? You seem…busy lately.”

“I’ve made a new friend,” he brought up casually to Alecto. Rosemary was supposed to be a secret friend, but Alecto would find out eventually. And he didn’t want her to find out and for her to be angry with him because he didn’t tell her first. “She’s Carter’s younger sister. And I don’t want to get lectured about it, okay? It’s a secret for a reason, and as my twin sister, I trust you won’t tell anyone.”

[carrow-amycus]

narcissablvxk:

“Well I have to look best,” she explained as if she was saying the most obvious thing in the world. “Not that I’m worried of course I mean, look at me.” A laugh passed Narcissa’s lips as she shook her head. “I’m totally kidding! Of course I’ve already drawn up your outfit. Classic, black, absolutely handsome. You’ll look almost as wonderful as me!”

“Almost being the operative word, Cissy. But I appreciate it, thank you very much. I have to look very handsome if I’ll be walking you down the aisle.”

[thcmases-blog]

“ – if i see one more singing valentine.” 

[carrow-amycus]

“Oh come on, Trixie. No need to be bitter just because you didn’t receive one.”

[closedrosemary-blog1]

“Come on Amycus…” Rosemary whispered against the harsh winds blowing through Hogsmeade. Standing behind the tea shop felt sketchy, like any shady character could emerge from the shadows to snatch her up. Her valentine for him was tucked tightly under her arm, a cross stitch with baby breath that spelled out his name. Cheesy, and probably far too feminine for his taste but it felt good to make. There was something satisfying about spending time watching his name come to life. Her nerves were building in her chest, making it hard to breathe. What if he cancels? What if I’m standing here for nothing? What if– for a moment an unsettling thought came to mind. Did I curl my hair this morning because I knew I would see him today? Is that why I borrowed Wendy’s light pink lipgloss with the sparkles? No. No, of course it wasn’t. She did it because she wanted to, that’s all. 

Fiddling with her hands, she heard a noise coming from around the corner and stiffened. “Amycus? Am– is that you?”

@carrow-amycus

[carrow-amycus]

Amycus felt a bit creepy standing across the way from Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, but he was waiting for it to be time to meet up with Rosemary. He wanted to give her some time to enjoy walking about Hogsmeade, so he requested to see her about an hour and a half after she arrived. There was an empty thermos in his hands, and a few minutes before it was time to head to the back of the building, he went inside. Avoiding eye contact with any of the couples in the room (though he was sure they were all too preoccupied to notice him), he asked for his thermos to be filled with the finest tea they had. The decorations in the tea shop were over the top and bloody awful. After paying for the tea, he quickly headed out the backdoor unnoticed. The Slytherin didn’t spot Rosemary right away, but when he rounded a corner, there she stood. Her hair curled into perfect tendrils, her lips shining from some sort of makeup, and her nose and cheeks red from the cold. “It’s me,” he replied as he came clear into view. 

With a timid smile, he poured the hot liquid into the cup part of the thermos and held it out to her, “Sorry for making you wait. I figured we should having something hot to drink,” he nodded over to Madam Puddifoot’s, “It’s caramel velvet, I think it’s called.”