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@carrow-metohell
“You don’t have to do anything.” Marlene challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Insubordination? What are you, my drill Sargent? Besides, I don’t believe in regrets. So stop acting like you’ve got a stick up your ass and just sit down if you want to so badly.”
“Then move.” He replied simply, folding his arms across his chest.
Drill Sargent? Amycus couldn’t help but scoff at that. “I’m just a pissed Slytherin whose looking at some tart that thinks she can claim my seat.” Sometimes Amycus really did take his possessive nature a little far. “I’ll count to three.” He warned, giving Marlene one final chance.
“Now now, Amycus, no need to be rude. Are you jealous because people want to kiss me? Because jealously doesn’t suite you, my friend,” Rab said with a smirk, rolling his eyes at the other boy’s antics. “Manners are very important, after all. Seemingly the most important thing a person can have.”
“Jealous?” Amycus threw back, narrowing his eyes at Rabastan. What did it matter if people wanted to kiss him. Amycus didn’t care right? Right. No. He didn’t. So why was he so irked by Rabastan’s comment?
Amycus fought the impulse to roll his eyes. He’d been chastised enough about his manners by his mother. He did not need to hear it from Rodolphus Lestrange’s little brother. “But of course.” He replied with minimal enthusiasm, “I shall be nothing but courteous from this point forth in your clearly tender company.”
“Can’t I just have a bit of a joke with a fellow Slytherin?” He finished, playing it all off as comradery. It wasn’t exactly a lie. He did mean it in jest. But, as so often was with Amycus’ words they were often lined with a venom even he didn’t always intend.
“Did you hear that?”
“Me?”
“Ah, but now I’m sitting here.”
“You can sit on my lap if you’d like…or the empty seat next to me. But I’m not removing myself, your majesty.”
Amycus near enough baulked at the idea of sitting on the girls lap. Merlin. “If I have to remove you I can guarantee you will regret your insubordination.”
Peter + (Open)
“Remind me not to walk anywhere near Snape for a while, will you?” Peter’s face wrinkled in disgust. “It would be just my luck if my first kiss was with him.”
“Get the fuck out of my way.” Amycus growled rudely, pushing his way past the most pathetic member of the marauders. Amycus had little patience at the best of times but right now he was running on empty.
“Catch!”
Amycus steps to the side, watching the ball fall pathetically next to him.
“No.”
“Oh!” Emma squealed as a reindeer licked at her outstretched palm. “They’re adorable! I kind of want one as a familiar.”
“Interesting...”
“Trust me, you do not want to get stuck with under mistletoe with me anytime soon…”
“Can you hear that?” Amycus asked, holding his finger up to hush the younger Lestrange beside him.
Amycus stayed silent for a moment, making sure Rabastan was at least straining his ears before he put him out of his misery. “It’s the resounding sound of no one caring.” The Carrow heir whispered, lowering his hand and skimming it along the distant end of the corridor before them.
“Mr.Black certainly knows how to satisfy more demanding students.” He said with a smirk.
“Going for some extra credit there mate?”
“I live here?”
“In this corridor?”
“Interesting. Always encouraging to see Slytherin’s representing our House with their best.”
“Eating. That’s…that’s normally what people do. It’s weirder that you’re asking, really.”
“This is where I sit.”
“Remove yourself.”
“Looking at something incredibly stupid.”
“Sometimes I like to do this, you know, to remind myself of what a special star I am.”
“That was almost clever” Amycus replied sarcastically. However his tone carried a betraying trace of his irritation.
“How about you get out of my way and prevent yourself from wasting anymore of my life?”
“Looking after my personal hygiene. I’m sure you’re familiar with such an endeavour? Or at least, I would hope. The shower for my dormitory is broken and I assumed that, of course, you wouldn’t mind it if I came and made use of yours.”
Amycus took a slight step back as Rodolphus advanced towards him, notably less clothed than he normally was.
“Personal hygiene?” Amycus almost stammered, a little unsure of where to rest his eyes. “Of course I do.” He snapped, meeting Rodolphus’ eyes finally with a sharp glare.
“A little forewarning might have been nice...” He grumbled heading over to his trunk to find his naked companion a towel as it seemed he had forgotten to bring one. Perhaps he hadn’t expected Amycus to be returning so soon.