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AMYCUS CARROW. 24 YEARS OLD. SHOPKEEPER AT BORGIN AND BURKE'S. SON TO THORBURN AND MEDEA. HUSBAND TO DELILAH CARROW. BROTHER TO ALECTO.

[toomcnairtocare]

break shit take names

The best part about Amycus Carrow, in Walden’s personal and professional opinion, was how willing the man was to just cause unmitigated chaos. It was truly a beautiful quality in a human and he wasn’t sure why it had taken him so long to finally notice it fully. Regardless, he was fixing that now wasn’t he? They had the day off. Time to destroy some shit.

“You ready for this?” He asked, the violence buzzing under his skin like the most beautiful itch in the world. They’d set up an impromptu firing range of Cursed and useless objects, and they got to destroy every single one.

@carrows-heir

[carrows-heir]

Amycus flashed Walden a smile, shifting from one foot to the other and rolling his neck to stretch it out. There weren't many things that Amycus considered to be fun, and even fewer that didn't include blood and/or screams of pain, but this - this was going to be fun.

"I think the real question is, are you ready?" He said, raising his eyebrow to his friend. "Even I don't know which ones are cursed. Nothing'll kill us, but I hope you've been practicing your Shield Charm."

[carrows-heir]

not who i expected // diana

[dianagreengrass]

carrows-heir‌:

Diana seemed quite at home in Malcolm’s house, using his own House-Elf to make an order on his own alcohol. It was certainly different from how his engagement to Delilah had gone. He wasn’t sure she’d even stepped foot inside their flat before they gotten married. Hell, they’d only spent time together a handful of times. Was it better this way, he wondered? Somehow he didn’t think so. He wouldn’t have wanted a woman in his space before she was his. Anyone showing that level of comfort in his home would have been quickly shown the door.

He didn’t resent Malcolm his comfort though. After all, he’d recently discovered how… Convenient cohabitation was.

“She is well, thank you,” Amycus said. “She has been quite wrapped up, you understand, with the tragedy that recently befell her family.”

The house elf popped in a few moments later with the drink Amycus requested and left again after Diana thanked him. She sat down on a chair opposite him. If she hadn’t learnt how to conduct herself in situations like this from a young age she might have felt awkward and uncomfortable. Instead she was doing her best at making conversation, trying to bide time until Malcolm came home and she would be relieved of entertaining his guest. 

“Of course. Understandably so. I can only imagine what she must feel like.” Delilah was one of the people Diana would actually consider a friend and she felt bad that her friend was hurting. “I already told her this, but please do let her know that my offer to distract her with a shopping trip still stands.” 

[carrows-heir]

She was polite to the House-Elf. Amycus didn't quite know what to make of it. Most people simply didn't thank a House-Elf. Did it show weakness, an overabundance of compassion? Or simply adherence to courtesy?

This was why he didn't like spending time around women. He found then complex and perplexing, not to mention boring. Where was Delilah when you needed her?

At least they could talk about her a little, the one thing they had in common.

"A kind offer," he said, inclining his head to her. Anyone that expressed care for Delilah won at least a few points. "I will certainly remind her. I am sure she would appreciate a distraction."

He supposed he was supposed to ask a question now.

"I hope things are well?"

[carrows-heir]

sail // alecto

[carrows-heir]

thesecondcarrow‌:

“Very unfortunate, thanks to you,” Alecto smiled at her brother. “And no, father had no idea that I was anywhere near - he didn’t even know I was visiting, and mother is so… Uninvolved, she won’t put any connections together.”

She tilted her head to one side, shrugging when he asked if there was another part of the plan.

“Of course there’s another part, Amycus, would I ever leave it so simple? We tell the Dark Lord that Father has ambitions above his status.”

A moment later, she was kneeling on the floor in front of her, tears instantly forming on her eyelashes.

“I’m sorry, my Lord, but I can’t stand aside and let him plot against you. Please, don’t punish the whole family for our father’s disloyalty…”

She blinked, and all sign of emotion was gone from her face. She looked almost bored again.

Amycus nodded in acceptance of his sister’s reassurances. Their parents - their mother in particular - continually underestimated Alecto. He doubted whether it would even occur to either of them that she would be capable of such a thing.

“They may suspect me,” he said, truthfully. “The belief in my loyalty to them may only carry me so far. There may be retribution - particularly if we are seen to benefit from Father’s downfall.”

His father had always emphasized ruthlessness and opportunism in his teachings, after all. Alecto may have gotten the lion’s share of the cunning, but it was much more likely they’d suspect him of internalizing his lessons a mite too well.

“Although I have to admit I somewhat relish the idea of challenging Father openly,” who would win in a duel? Amycus was sure he could overtake him and longed to prove it, “it may be better if it doesn’t come to that.”

[thesecondcarrow]

Alecto took a sip of her drink, listening carefully to her brother’s concerns. She nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

“Then you, at least, must have an alibi for when the act takes place.” Alecto raised a finger to her mouth, tapping a fingernail on her front teeth as she thought. “Something public, where you can be seen by many.”

Alecto stood up abruptly, walking over to the thin calendar that hung on her wall. She ran her finger down the month’s events.

“Here, this one,” she said her finger stopping on a quilled in date. “The Ministry is holding an evening… Discussion board thing, for people who work in the shopping streets of Magical London. You have a reason to attend, representing work.”

She turned to her brother, folding her arms.

“You kill him during the day, but shield the body. While you are at the event, I will go to the body, unshield it and send up the Mark.”

[carrows-heir]

As always, it took Alecto a mere matter of moments to figure out a contingency plan, but this particular one made him groan and tilt his head back to lean on the couch. "Merlin, now I have to suffer through some sort of Ministry meeting? All of a sudden this doesn't feel worth it anymore. Can't I just kill a stranger instead?"

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and then sat up, leaning his elbows on his knees to make sure Alecto knew he'd gotten serious about it again. He licked his lips as he thought.

"Do you think He'll kill him?" he asked, his voice low and reverent. "Father, I mean. Do you think He'll kill Father?"

He'd always sort of imagined he'd get the honour of killing his father himself. It wasn't necessarily that he held any animosity towards the man - no more than he held towards most people. But he had exceeded his Father very early, had never had any patience for him, and was sick of sitting in his shadow. Amycus couldn't be who he wanted to be as long as he was required to be deferent and obedient to his father.

The Dark Lord killing Thorburn Carrow didn't hold quite the same sparkle of fantasy fulfilled, but it would do.

[carrows-heir]

peer pressure // lucius

Technically, Lucius was supposed to be his escort, not the other way around. Lucius had been in service to the Dark Lord for longer than Amycus had, after all, and as far as he could tell, Lucius had proved himself a loyal lieutenant. But it rankled at Amycus that he was thought of to need oversight at all, even more so that Lucius Pretty-Boy Malfoy was considered high enough on the ladder to qualify. Sure, Amycus was still fairly new to this, but if the Dark Lord didn't know how effective he could be, then he hadn't been paying attention. Especially since it was a Muggle family he'd been sent to dispatch.

He didn't wait for Malfoy's go ahead before he threw his wand out in front of him and caused the front door to the small cottage to burst inwards. A woman screamed. Amycus laughed and let himself into the house, seeking out his targets.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?"

@softboi-malfoy

[delilahxcarrow]

carrows-heir‌:

Had he been any other man, the impulse to reach out and run his hands through her hair might have been overwhelming. It fell out of the fancy-looking bun she’d worn for the ball and she looked more human than he was used to somehow – comfortable and tired and not quite as straight-laced and stuffy. He took another sip of his whiskey, considering her, desire unexpected and warm in his chest.

“I’m sure they did think about it,” he said, a dark look crossing his face. “They’ve certainly not been above desperate deeds and underhanded tactics in the past.”

Another very good reason to keep her ignorant of his… extracurricular activities: for her own safety, a concern which Amycus was surprised to find interested him deeply. Perhaps there was no chance of truth between them, but this moment seemed fine too: a companionable peace, united against them even in so small a way.

“I hope you will tell me if there is,” he said, looking at her again. This was particularly true considering he couldn’t be counted upon to notice. He couldn’t protect her from threats he didn’t perceive.

Delilah reinforced his feeling that they were a unit with her words and he gave her another small smile. “Hopefully,” he agreed. Hopefully, the Ministry wouldn’t be around much longer to bother them at all. Hopefully, it was only a matter of time before the conditions of the wizarding world changed and allowed them not only to go unbothered but to thrive, and to step into the position they deserved.

He was drawn out of his thoughts as she spoke again and he was surprised to hear her confessing to him a small part of her past. He blinked at her, unsure of how to answer.

“I’m sure you weren’t the only ones to smuggle in alcohol,” he said, thinking back to his own school days. Underage status aside, somehow Firewhiskey had never seemed overly difficult to obtain. She had shared. Did that mean he was obligated to share in return? He cast his mind around and settled on a brief: “I rarely drink to get drunk.”

Delilah looked up and noticed the look in his eyes. It was a look that she wasn’t used to seeing, it was unfamiliar. She briefly wondered if it was because she looked like a mess and he wasn’t used to seeing her like this. To say that she made sure that she looked proper every day would be an understatement. She very rarely dressed casually, and she supposed that this was the first time that he saw her in a way that wasn’t…perfect. “Are you okay?” She asked, biting down on her lip.

At his words, she nodded her head. “Everything about tonight showed their desperation,” she pointed out. “There was no reason to question you but they still did. But i’m glad that they didn’t bother with me,” she admitted. “I don’t…think I could handle it.”

Even though she had been angry with him just a few moments previously for not thinking about how she would be feeling, this was a nice feeling. This…unity of some sort that wasn’t there previously. It was a nice feeling, knowing that they were on the same page, that they were both in this together. It was what a marriage should be. 

At his words, she nodded her head. “I will, I promise,” she told him. Should the Aurors want anything to do with her, she would certainly request that her husband be there. There was no reason for it besides the fact that Delilah would be a nervous wreck. 

Delilah nodded her head, not entirely sure of what she should say to that. She knew that the Ministry may come again, they seemed fixated on him, but she hoped that they would leave them alone. She realized that things were complicated, and that the Ministry was trying to do its best to protect the people. They hadn’t done a very good job of it, she had to admit when she thought of Gisela and of the others who had been attacked along the way.

She realized that she hadn’t thought about school in a long time. Those days seemed so…far away. She remembered being with Narcissa and Regulus at Quidditch matches and in the common room. She felt a stabbing pain as she realized how much she missed Regulus.

But she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Regulus…had made his choices and she had made hers. Amycus would never approve of her contacting him, that much she knew. “True,” she agreed. “I suppose its sort of like a rite of passage,” she shrugged. At his confession, she tilted her head. “No?” She asked. “I guess i’ve never actually seen you drunk, now that I think about it,” she mused. 

[carrows-heir]

When he saw that he was making her unsure, Amycus dropped his gaze. There would be plenty of time to act on his desire later, if he so chose, when he could make his intentions clearer to her without disrupting their existing conversation. He hoped briefly that she wouldn't be too tired when they finally retired, or too unsettled by the evening's events. He had no doubt that she would be inclined to consent despite these things, but Amycus still believed she deserved better than dutiful, unwilling sex - they both did.

Perhaps they would get there, if not tonight then another time. She was his, after all.

"I'm perfectly fine," he said, his voice low. A compliment was perhaps a step in the right direction. "I was ... Admiring you. Forgive me if I made you uncomfortable."

As to the question of how she would fare in a Ministry interrogation, he gave her a reassuring smile, despite privately clencbing1 his fists in anger at the thought. "I think you would surprise yourself, as you have often done me," he said. "But there is no need to worry either way. If it comes to that, they will have the best barristers in London, and a very angry husband to contend with."

There was a moment of companionable silence between them as they both retreated into their thoughts. Amycus took a deeo comfortable breath and drained his cup again, the whiskey buzzing through his veins making him relaxed, content.

"I prefer to be in control of my faculties," he told her, which was perfectly true. He turned and set the crystal stopper back into the bottle of whiskey and waved his wand to return it to the cabinet where it belonged. "A drink or two can take the edge off, but I tend not to drink much more than that except on special occasions. Would you like more wine?"

[bazlestrange]

Yikes™ // Rabastan + Gilderoy + Amycus = Pain

[staygoldengilderoy]

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[carrows-heir]

Amycus licked his lips in satisfaction listening to Gilderoy Lockhart scream. It was a sound he'd been looking foward to hearing for months - since he'd made the mistake of reporting on the kiss they'd shared. He looked up at Bas and shrugged his shoulders, the curse lifting as he let his wand fall loosely between his fingers.

"Oh, but you can't deny it's effective," he said companionably. He nudged the prone form of Gilderoy with his foot. "You can use the tools which appeal to you, and I will do the same.

"I suppose he knows why he's here, but I do imagine we should send him a message, don't you agree?"

[carrows-heir]

sail // alecto

[carrows-heir]

thesecondcarrow‌:

“Very unfortunate, thanks to you,” Alecto smiled at her brother. “And no, father had no idea that I was anywhere near - he didn’t even know I was visiting, and mother is so… Uninvolved, she won’t put any connections together.”

She tilted her head to one side, shrugging when he asked if there was another part of the plan.

“Of course there’s another part, Amycus, would I ever leave it so simple? We tell the Dark Lord that Father has ambitions above his status.”

A moment later, she was kneeling on the floor in front of her, tears instantly forming on her eyelashes.

“I’m sorry, my Lord, but I can’t stand aside and let him plot against you. Please, don’t punish the whole family for our father’s disloyalty…”

She blinked, and all sign of emotion was gone from her face. She looked almost bored again.

Amycus nodded in acceptance of his sister's reassurances. Their parents - their mother in particular - continually underestimated Alecto. He doubted whether it would even occur to either of them that she would be capable of such a thing.

"They may suspect me," he said, truthfully. "The belief in my loyalty to them may only carry me so far. There may be retribution - particularly if we are seen to benefit from Father's downfall."

His father had always emphasized ruthlessness and opportunism in his teachings, after all. Alecto may have gotten the lion's share of the cunning, but it was much more likely they'd suspect him of internalizing his lessons a mite too well.

"Although I have to admit I somewhat relish the idea of challenging Father openly," who would win in a duel? Amycus was sure he could overtake him and longed to prove it, "it may be better if it doesn't come to that."

[carrows-heir]

happy birthday to we // alecto

[carrows-heir]

thesecondcarrow‌:

Alecto smirked at here brother’s monotone analysis of his wife. Delilah Carrow was beautiful, no doubt. She looked excellent on her brother’s arms, and they would make incredibly poised and well-bred children. But, no matter how she tried, Delilah would never be made of the iron that she would need to be if she wanted to keep up to Amycus.

And if she didn’t know the most important day of the year, she didn’t deserve to spend it with him.

“She is good for you, Amycus,” Alecto nudged him with the back of the hand holding her drink. “Her skill in social situations will do you well, help you make friends with the right people.”

There. She would be fair to her new sister in law, and point out the positives of the marriage. Delilah wasn’t without her uses.

“Although, in the current climate, a big celebration may not be quite the right image to present. It could look crass.”

“Certainly true,” Amycus said, raising his glass to his sister in acknowledgement of her point. There was even a note of pride in his voice that he could not suppress; the memory of the Ministry ball was fresh in his head, and the way she had charmed his coworkers so completely and easily. “I do find it somewhat convenient to have her around. As you say, she’s quite good at it - “ he wrinkled his nose here  - “charming people, that is. Which makes it easier for me to focus on the things I enjoy doing, instead of the things I detest.” 

On the other hand, that felt like the longest speech he’d made in weeks. Particularly since the debacle regarding the gossip column, things at home had been tense, quiet - even for him. 

“This, I believe, is the reason she herself did not throw a birthday celebration,” he observed. “Her birthday was this week as well. She is nothing if not poised and proper.” 

[thesecondcarrow]

As Amycus wrinkled his nose, Alecto raises a questioning eyebrow. She didn’t interrupt him, waiting to see if he would elaborate.

“She is nothing but poised and proper, yes,” Alecto nodded, speaking slowly. “And that will help keep the heat from you. As long as you don’t go around attacking my muggle… Neighbours.”

Delilah may not have been Alecto’s favourite person in the world, but she would help keep Amycus out of trouble - Merlin only knows that Alecto had been doing it long enough. It was something that Augustus would not have done for Alecto, she knew, she was more than capable of looking after herself.

“Unless you read Witch Weekly, of course?” Alecto took a swig of her drink, widening her eyes at Amycus over the rim of her glass.

[carrows-heir]

Amycus was still grouchy that his sister had thwarted his plans for the evening. He wouldn’t deny that Alecto was the voice of reason between them, nor that she had a much better idea of how to keep up appearances – how to pass unnoticed – than he had ever had; it was these facts that made him defer to her judgment, even when it was precisely the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Killjoy,” he accused, though it had no venom. He tilted his head back and restedit on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and sighing. “All this peace is nauseating. Am I not allowed to have any fun at all? Surely you’re as bored and restless as I am.”

Overprotective and rational she may have been, but she shared many of his hungers.

He let out a growl when she brought up Witch Weekly, the now-familiar anger flaring up in him. He’d been thinking about it endlessly.

“Don’t talk about that filth to me,” he said, lifting his head off the couch. “I’ve half a mind to burn the place down for the lies it tells.”

[thesecondcarrow]

“The issue,” Alecto chose her words carefully to avoid Amycus flying into a rage. “is that the lies have been printed. People are going to be questioning the relationships that you and your wife have. You must show some form of affection towards her in public now, keep the wolves from your door, as it were. If anything were to happen to our dear Delilah, we are a devoted family, and you love her as dearly as I loved Augustus.”

Which was not at all, but she left that unsaid. People still apologised for her loss, and she constantly had to bite her tongue to stop herself from shouting that she had been the one to do it. To protect her freedom and her strength. Her advice given, though, she shifted the subject again.

“How are things going at the shop, Amycus?”

[carrows-heir]

Amycus kept his face carefully stony through his sister's short speech. He'd quietly been craving his sister's advice on this issue, held back only by his own pride and his own confusion from bringing it up to her himself. It rankled at him though, and he growled again.

"I'm not an idiot," he couldn't help but snap. "I've warned her about our reputation - not a warning I'd thought I had to issue. As for - affection - I can only do so much. For one thing, no one is going to buy it if we suddenly change our habits. I'm not - known - for being an affectionate man."

He took a sip of his whiskey and laid his head back on the edge of the couch.

"Work is fine. Boring."

[carrows-heir]

not who i expected // diana

[dianagreengrass]

carrows-heir‌:

It seemed he had a rather unfortunate habit of running into wives and girlfriends when the man of the house wasn’t home. At the news that Malcolm had been held up Amycus pursed his lips sourly. He had even done the due diligence to check that Malcolm would be at home when he called – and yet here he was, alone with Diana Macmillan, who by all accounts was every inch as vapid and vain and unbearable as the worst of her ilk.

She offered him a drink, which Amycus considered slightly bold, seeing as how the two were neither engaged nor married – they weren’t even cohabitating, to his knowledge. He debated for a moment, turning to look longingly at the door – but his business with Malcolm was important.

“Fine,” he said eventually. “I will have a drink while I wait. Whiskey or scotch, if you have it.”

It was clear to her that Amycus Carrow wasn’t too pleased to see her, having expected Malcolm to be in her place right now. Diana did not hold it against him, knowing that she herself would much rather see Delilah than Amycus, not that she would voice that since it would seem incredibly rude. 

“Of course. Right away.” Nodding at his choice of drink she called over Malcolm’s house elf and crouched down to politely ask him to serve either Whiskey or scotch for Malcolm’s guest. Her house elf was here too but it did feel impolite and she did remember that he had told her that she could simply ask his house elf for whatever she desired, so that is what she was doing. “Is Delilah well? I have not seen her for a few days.” It was the only topic she thought they could talk about that held interest to them both. 

[carrows-heir]

Diana seemed quite at home in Malcol's house, using his own House-Elf to make an order on his own alcohol. It was certainly different from how his engagement to Delilah had gone. He wasn't sure she'd even stepped foot inside their flat before they gotten married. Hell, they'd only spent time together a handful of times. Was it better this way, he wondered? Somehow he didn't think so. He wouldn't have wanted a woman in his space before she was his. Anyone showing that level of comfort in his home would have been quickly shown the door.

He didn't resent Malcolm his comfort though. After all, he'd recently discovered how... Convenient cohabitation was.

"She is well, thank you," Amycus said. "She has been quite wrapped up, you understand, with the tragedy that recently befell her family."

[delilahxcarrow]

carrows-heir‌:

an olive branch // Delilah

The last time Delilah had lost a family member had been the first time he’d felt like he might lose her – not that that idea had upset him much at the time. In recent weeks, he’d been feeling uncomfortably like that was a possibility again – and he had found that this time, the prospect upset him more than he was willing to admit. Now she had lost someone else: a cousin this time, rather than a sister – and a respectable one at that. Even Amycus himself hadn’t minded Evan Rosier’s company and considered his death – well, not sad precisely, but at least regrettable.

Perhaps this could help mend the rift between them – if he could find the ruddy words.

“I’m – I’m sorry,” he settled on, out of nowhere across the dinner table. They hadn’t been discussing it – hadn’t been discussing anything in fact – but she looked more careworn than usual and he knew she’d been busy the last few days with arrangements and the like. “About Evan. I was sorry to hear about Evan. Is there – anything you need?”

@delilahxcarrow

Delilah hadn’t been sleeping well or eating much in the days since Evan’s death. For one, she had been so busy comforting Laura and taking care of her family and helping with the funeral arrangements for Evan. She supposed that she was in a better state than she had been after Gisela’s death, but that wasn’t saying much. She hadn’t even put much thought into her marriage with Amycus in the last few days, had completely forgot about how they had been separated at the Ministry because when she returned home finally and had settled in, she had received word that Evan was dead. And since then, she had thrown herself into action, trying to stay out of the public eye after that woman confronted her, and she was taking care of everyone else instead of herself.

She was used to the quiet dinners that they had been having lately. Things were still weird, but she wasn’t even thinking about that.

She was sitting at the table, looking down at her plate, pushing the food around more than eating. Delilah had little appetite these days. But when Amycus spoke out of nowhere, she nearly jumped. She had forgotten that he was there. Looking up at him finally, she was surprised by his words. “Thank you,” she said, realizing that it sounded so automatic, she frowned. She had been saying it so much lately. “Um…” she closed her eyes to try and keep herself composed. “I’m sorry about him too. I can’t believe that he’s gone.” She paused, trying to find the words. “Will…will you come with me to my Aunt and Uncle’s tomorrow?” She asked. “I just…they’re devastated. And I don’t know if I can face them alone, again.”  

[carrows-heir]

He was sure he wasn’t the first, nor would he be the last, to tell Delilah he was sorry about Evan. Things like this could be so formulaic, so meaningless – but it seemed he'd gotten his meaning across, because at least she was being honest about her needs. At least she was talking, period. The silence between them had stretched for weeks.

It took a great deal of self control not to actually groan when she made her request. Only the knowledge that he'd brought it on himself, and that, knowing his aversion to human interaction, Delilah wouldn't ask him unless she needed him. He had promised to be there when she needed him – and he'd recently failed at that, at the Ministry. She could have been seriously injured, and he wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it.

“Yes, I’ll come,” he said. “I don’t know what kind of help I will be, but I’ll try. You and Evan – you were close?"

[bellatrixleblack]

//flashback//

[carrows-heir]

bellatrixleblack‌:

She took moment before replying, stewing in her anger. “I didn’t think this would turn into a discussion on egos. Besides,” She paused and tossed her hair. “Mine has nothing on yours.” She hadn’t come here to argue and frankly she was shocked that he didn’t[t join her on her first suggestion. He wasn’t even married yet and he was already choosing his ridiculous little wife over her. 

Her shoulders lifted faux casually. “You’ll never know now.” She looked around as if she was about to leave. “Are you not even going to introduce your fiance? Is she as sweet as they say? My, how will you survive each other? Sweet has never been your type.” His type was her and she knew it. 

She had come here tonight to test his loyalties and he had failed spectacularly. He’d be lucky if she would even bother with him after this. 

He was failing to draw her back in. He’d had the opportunity he’d been waiting for since he’d first laid eyes on Bellatrix Black and instead sided with a girl he hardly knew. He refused to look cowed or regretful but he was both of those things and he was sure she knew it anyway. 

“Touché,” he said, inclining his head to her. He looked over at his mother and his fiancée. His ego had certainly taken a hit today. “Though I doubt either of us are in the running for largest ego in the room.”

She had turned to leave. Wanting to get control back, he grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around. 

“You don’t know what my type is, Bellatrix,” he said lowly. “But I’d be happy to show you.”

[carrows-heir]

delilahxcarrow‌:

Even if Delilah thought that the other woman was wonderful, she knew that there was no point in attempting to change her husband’s mind. It would be a waste of time and breath. But she did think that the other woman was horrible, and she had seen right through her fake kindness. But if Amycus wanted to be successful and happy at work, than it was prudent that he didn’t show his dislike of the woman too much. Mendez may have just been a coworker, but Delilah was familiar with women like that, and she knew that she could easily whisper something damning against her husband that could cause problems for him. And Delilah didn’t want to see that happen. “Ah, then you don’t know the politics that women will play. Trust me, she is someone that you want to keep on your good side,” she suggested with a shrug.

“I’m not saying that you need to be nice with her,” she said, seeing the look on his face. “Just… that you should be courteous with her.”

She nodded her head when he said that it could be very interesting. “I’m happy that you like what you do.”

Delilah smiled faintly at his disbelieving look. It wasn’t a secret to her that her husband despised this kind of thing, which was why she hadn’t pushed him into attending things like this very often. “It’s not,” she agreed gracefully. “But I like that you are open about it,” she offered him. “I hope that I can help,” she said when he said that having her there helped. It was something that she had suspected, but it was nice to hear him say it out loud. “I don’t know, maybe i’m crazy, or maybe my mother just did too good of a job, but I like coming to things like this. I’m not entirely sure why, truthfully.” And really, she didn’t know why she liked them so much. But she did know that she was a social creature, that she craved contact with other people. 

As the bartender handed her her drink, she was surprised when Amycus toasted her. She lifted her glass in acknowledgement.

“To us,” she said finally.

Listening to Delilah talk to Mendez, like she was important, like her actions were complicated and political was sort of surreal. It was true that interpersonal interaction had never come easy to him, and as a result he had never really given it serious thought. He found it frustrating and shallow and absolutely useless, so to hear how easily she was able to dissect Mendez’s nature like that, having only had a short conversation with the woman actually threatened to interest him. Or, well, would, if it weren’t so fucking boring. 

“I will have to defer to you on this,” he said, stretching back in his barstool and shrugging a little bit. “If I had it my way I’d tell them all to go straight to hell, but next I suppose you’ll tell me that’s uncourteous.” 

He gave her a grin and settled back forward in his seat. 

“I’m glad it’s not a chore for you, at least,” he said. He was finding more and more that he couldn’t bear to make her unhappy. He wrinkled his nose. “Does it have to be quite so... extravagant, though?” 

It would be nice to be able to spend time around people he didn’t hate. 

Which, shockingly, seemed to have expanded to include his wife. 

“To us,” he said solemnly, and took a sip of his whiskey. 

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Alecto looked over her shoulder as the door opened again behind her and Malcolm. Two more people moved through. When she saw who it was, she turned to them and put her hands on her hips in mock disapproval. 

“And how did you two know that I didn’t just want some private time with Malcolm?” she asked them. “Private time that you’re now cutting into?” 

She half turned her head at Malcolm and gave him a small wink - so quick that it could be easily missed. She led the way down the corridor towards the second drawing room. WIth it’s elaborate wall decorations and deep velvet furnishings, it was one of Alecto’s favourite rooms in the house. It was so dramatic, something that she could identify with. 

She pushed the door open and dropped herself elegantly to spread out on the chaise longue. She raised one hand above her head and sighed as she waited for her boys to settle themselves around her.  

“Merlin, am I tired of these parties.” 

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The room was quite lavish and eloquent but his eyes didn’t still on anything when the doors opened for Amycus and Bas. He only remembered hearing whispers of Lestrange and he was curious of the man. 

“Ever heard of knocking you two?” Malcolm countered with a smirk, throwing his words over his shoulder as he moved closer to Alecto and followed her. The Carrow house was grand and as they moved further into the drawing room, the distant sounds from the party faded to muffled tones.

It felt like a draining party, Malcolm’s gentle and neutral expression he wore for parties like this felt finally removed as he sunk against a nearby couch. His head tipped against the back of the couch and only sighed deeply in agreement. 

“I believe the most boring people are in that room and granted by Godric himself.”

Rabastan had long ago stopped being impressed by the trappings of wealth, instead focusing on the potential the Carrow house held. Anywhere that had produced people as fantastic as Amycus and Alecto had to have its secrets, so it was with that in mind that he paced the perimeter of the room.

“I have actually, I just choose to think the concept doesn’t apply to me.” Bas shrugged, picking up a small silver object to examine before the more sensible part of his brain could remind him that he probably shouldn’t touch things before he knew whether or not they were cursed. Seeing as he hadn’t died yet though, it seemed to be fine.

Losing interest in the trinket, he moved to drape himself across the couch next to Malcolm. “You’re aware that you were in that room, no?” Not that he necessarily disagreed with the assessment as much as he just lived to be contrary. “Be the change you wish to see in the world, friend. If you’re really so bored, why don’t we do something to liven it up?”

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The idea that Alecto had been seeking somewhere to be alone with Malcolm made his lip curl in distaste, and he didn’t even try to hide it. Nothing against Malcolm - he was as reasonable a partner as there could be - for someone else. Not for Alecto. 

He was quickly distracted, however. There was something about Bas that told him that things were about to get a lot more fun than they had been in that dreadful ballroom. If they could just get through this fucking preamble. 

Amycus threw himself down into the chair at the head of the long dining room table which was the main feature of the room they had entered and threw his feet up onto the table. He flicked his wand and a bottle of whiskey shuddered off the shelves against the wall and placed itself in front of Amycus. 

“I take it you have something in mind?” Amycus said to Bas, looking uninterested. He flicked his wand again and the crystal stopper floated out of the bottle. Amycus took the first swig. “Unless you’re all as full of hot air as the rest of them. I am so fuckin’ sick of talk.”

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Amycus was impatient, but his waiting paid off the moment Bas slipped through the door, Gilderoy Lockhart at the end of his knife. He bared his teeth at them both in a wicked smile. He licked his lips and stepped forward. 

“Fear is a good look on you, Lockhart,” he said, circling around behind the pair of them to slam the door shut. “This is a long time coming, don’t you think?” This last was directed at Rabastan. He circled back around and nodded briefly at his companion, holding up his wand. “I’ll take the first swing, if you don’t mind. Crucio.”

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Perhaps Amycus ought to have been more tentative, more cautious where the Forbidden Forest was concerned, but he thrummed with the confidence of a teenage boy, armed with the knowledge that nothing yet he’d met could overcome him, not with that wand in his hand, not with the power that thrummed through his veins. He stomped carelessly through the brush, occasionally swiping his wand to cast a Severing Charm, decimating the boughs and branches in the way.

“A special day, indeed,” Amycus said with a fierce, toothy smile on his face. He stopped abruptly once the foliage was acceptably dark, throwing out his hand to stop Malcolm. The animals in here were smart – perhaps they’d learned from Amycus’s previous adventures through these woods – and they wouldn’t come if they weren’t quiet. Amycus cast a Silencing Charm around them and turned back to his new friend.

“Patience, now,” he said, shrugging. “This part can’t be rushed.”

Which meant they had to sit together. Amycus would normally dread this sort of forced interaction, but the blood was still pounding in his head and in his chest, and he was still baring his teeth in a wild smile.

“You can try the Avada next,” he said, like he was bestowing some great gift upon Malcolm. “These spells – they’re addictive. You’ll – well, if you’re anything like me, that is.”

Most people weren’t.

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Alecto uncrossed and recrossed her legs. The excitement of plotting with her brother always made a difficult for her to sit still.

“I already know who it’s going to be, Am,” she told him, also leaning in towards him. “I know you’d like to pick the person, I know. But when do I ever come to you without some sort of plan formed?”

She twirled the ring she always wore on the middle finger of her left hand - it had been a present from Amycus, years ago, and it was the only item of jewellery that she never took off.

“I visited Mother and Father the other day,” she said, almost in a conversational tone. She smiled. “While I was there, Father had a visitor.”

Alecto was getting fidgety, a sure sign that they were in for some good old fashioned fun but Amycus’s reaction had always been the exact opposite. He sunk back into the couch, a peaceful smile spreading over his feautres, the constant tingling for action that usually plagued him dimming with the promise of relief in view. 

He let her have her fun and didn’t push her for more information too quickly, simply sat back and waited for her to speak. He licked his lips and spoke only when she paused, waiting for him to do so: 

“I feel bad for most of Father’s visitors,” he said lazily. “But this one in particular. Go on, dear sister. And tell me - do I at least get to choose the method of dispatch? You know how I like to be creative.”

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Alecto took a sip of her whiskey, wrinkling her nose slightly in disgust. 

“I don’t, those who choose to visit him deserve the displeasure of doing so,” she responded, shrugging. “But this one, maybe so, as I’m handing him over to you…” 

She ran a hand through her hair and smirked at her brother. 

“So, Father has arranged a mission for his visitor - who’s fairly low down in the pecking order compared to us, so don’t worry about that - on behalf of The Dark Lord,” she paused. “Father clearly told this man that the only people who know about his mission - observing someone - are the three of them.” 

Alecto paused again, her eyebrows raised at her brother, checking that he understood. 

“If something happens to that man, it is fairly clear who is to blame.” 

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Alecto liked to reveal her plans this way: one tantalizing bit at a time. Amycus wasn’t built for patience, but he didn’t rush her. For Alecto, much of the joy was in the planning, in the cunning ways she could conceive for them to achieve their goals. Amycus wasn’t about to cut her enjoyment of this short, not when she was always so careful to take care of his needs in return. He’d get his fun bit later. He could let her have her fun for now.

“I have a feeling this man is about to meet with a rather unfortunate end,” Amycus said, grinning wickedly at her. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he looked at her. “Are you certain father knows nothing about you having overheard? Or is there more to this plan that you’ve yet to reveal?”