YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID.

AMYCUS ARES CARROW. hit ‘em right between the eyes. when you walk away nothing more to say. see the lightning in your eyes. see ‘em running for their lives.

[carrowsamycus]

maryymacdonald:

                 ❝I just threw a dirty dish out the window                           because I didn’t want to deal with it.❞

             " ---- M u d b l o o d s. Of course you                wouldn't think to use magic to sort it."

[blondestarnoire]

Most men never even saw she was playing the game, they all thought her to be as innocent as her features suggested, surely something so delicate could bear no hint of sophistication.  And yet she had the distinct feeling that Amycus knew she had as much knowledge of how to play her part in this interaction as he did, and something about that excited her. For a woman who was always Narcissa was rarely seen. He wanted her challenge, that was clear and a part of her wanted to give it to him, to see if he could ever beat her at this game, but she was wary of a man like Amycus. He was many things, a good number of which frightened her, but he was powerful and Narcissa was a always attracted to a man of control. 

"And if you complete the challenge what do you desire as your prize, Mr. Carrow?" She inquired gently, looking away as their drinks were brought forward and she lifted her own to her full lips, tipping her had back and exposing the pale column of her throat, the delicate skin there. She took a sip or to before placing the glass back on the bar. "I’m saying if you want to impress me it would take more than a few owls to do so."

[carrowsamycus]

Narcissa's moves in this game they've stumbled into are nothing short of subtle, but Amycus can tel that they're no less potent for it. The turning away of her gaze, her words, the almost teasing display of the expanse of skin along her neck. Enough to bring any other man crashing to his knees, certainly enough to have his resolve stuttering somewhat. She has just as much power as any of the others in their social circles that he walks alongside, and it's an intoxicating thought. That she can manage such grace and such ruin all in hand. Amycus always had a weakness for that sort of thing, women who know their own strength, even as controlled and intense as he is. He acknowledges the arrival of another drink with a grin, and a nod towards the bartender. He'll make a note to bring in the next round, whether it be this afternoon or at another occasion -- because nearest to the top of his list of peeves is ending up in anyone's debt, no matter who they might be or how small. There's no desire nor aim to get drunk right now, nor to see Narcissa tumble into the sphere of tipsiness either; the warmth of the liquid as he sips at it now is just a pleasant addition to a pleasant encounter.

    "If I told you, I'd spoil the surprise," He's quick to answer with a grin, and a shrug      moments after. "Or perhaps I've not made up my mind just yet." The latter holds      the truth, because really, Amycus has never played the game looking for a prize.      The thrill of victory is usually enough, anything else is an added bonus. Although      he can't help but find himself curious about where this path might lead him. "And      just what would a bloke have to do to impress you then?"

[carrowsamycus]

                     Galas and balls and soirées -- Amycus Carrow is used to them all.

Growing up in a pureblood family such as his, it was only ever a natural part of his childhood. If it wasn't his parents throwing them, it was attending their friends, children in tow. He never particularly enjoyed them then, at least, not in the way that he does now -- finding entertainment in prying secrets and stories from mead addled lips of the guests he talks to. Things have been quiet, it seems, in the outside world for now. Amycus has spent far too long sitting and waiting on orders to feel guilty for heading to the castle at the word of just such an event. Childish it might be, but he's always found these kind of nights to be filled with the promise of chaos and drama -- and in the boredom he's stumbled into, it's just what he needs right now. As he slips into the Hall, mask firmly charmed to his face, he's sure there are people he knows dotted about, ready to be tracked down eventually. For now though, he's in no hurry. Instead, Amycus simply reaches for a tall flute of something bubbling, setting on mingling with the crowds.

              "Well -- let's see what                the night brings. Shall                we -- ?"

[rosalyn-flint]

Lessons // Rose & Amycus // October 1978.

[carrowsamycus]

rosalyn-flint:

She plastered a signature smirk on her features, determined not to let him get a rise out of her, as he often used to. But she was older and more poised these days, he’d see, she wasn’t so easily riled up. Though she was coiled, ready to strike, with only Charles and herself to blame. Every day she asked herself why she’d ever agreed to his scheme. Especially when he paid her no attention whatsoever.

"My attention was taken up by that daft bugger that just scurried off. I never could have imagined a boy to be so dim. But tell me, how are you?”

There's little in the way of ulterior motives to this conversation, at least on Amycus' part. There is nothing he really seeks to gain from Rosalyn now, aside from perhaps managed to rile her just a bit. ( A task that always used to be so  e a s y  to do. ) So he's relaxed as he slouches back into the seat, perfectly at ease and uncoiled as he rests there.

      "Are you surprised? Not everyone is       as gifted as most of our social circle."

Because really, that's the truth, isn't it? Amycus has always been told time and time again that he and those like him hold footing on the higher plane of existence. And his views are likely to change at any chance soon.

     " -- And here I was thinking you didn't      give a shit.   But what is there to say?      Life outside of the castle is good, I can      live how I wanna live. It's fucking great.      And you? How has being shut up inside      here been treating you, sweetheart?"

[blondestarnoire]

Narcissa was the sort of girl who was used to, and bored of men blushing under her gaze, their eyes wide and their demeanors uncomfortable. She was beautiful and that was apparent to all, including herself though she did not handle it with outward arrogance as some did. She moved with charm and ease, as so few did. Most men were intimated to see her, let alone be the object of her attention yet Amycus seemed at ease, perfectly comfortable as her shining blue eyes rested on him, taking in his features carefully, his expressions, his movements. He seemed to watch her too, and she liked it though it was perhaps not so obvious. Narcissa enjoyed being observed, enjoyed being chanced, and enjoyed breaking the hearts of those who came to close. She was demure and played her part so well her victims never even realized the crime, and often neither did she. 

"I am many things, a challenge is one of them if you know what you’re doing." Her voice was soft as it so often was, almost tempting anyone listening to lean closer, but not demanding it. She turned to the bar tender, flicking her hand before looking over her shoulder at her companion. "I’ve been better, the castle is a bit duller without any of my usual companions."

[carrowsamycus]

Amycus Carrow is many things. He's stubborn and he's headstrong, but even he is capable of being ensnared and tamed. Exceptional he may be, but there are weaknesses written into him that could easily bring him to his knees if pulled on just right. It's not the case here, not quite, because Amycus has not lost his edge nor had to concede any ground to Narcissa; but it's plain that she can see his strings and knows how to play the game more skillfully than she lets on. It's enough to have Amycus leaning in, surreptitiously shifting closer. It's normally him reeling in his victims and his playmates, but a challenge is always a thrill.

            "It's a good thing I'm not one to turn down a good challenge then, isn't it?"                        He's not, he's really not. He likes having to fight for the victory.               "And here I thought my owls would be enough to tide you over. I should                       have graced you with more visits, is that what you're saying?"

[carrowsamycus]

ghislainepucey:

                    ❝Aren’t you a bit old for that?❞

          "No -- not really."

[blondestarnoire]

She watched him swallow the amber liquid and some part of her was impressed, some taken back. She had been watching men drink for what seemed to be an eternity, watching them drink the essence of lust, madness, anger and all manner of sin and she was curious if he consumed enough of the stuff what his vice would be, what man he might become. Narcissa knew something of the Carrow boy of course, she knew the men he kept his lot with and she was certain there was blood on those regal hands, those long fingers. She picked up her own glass and took a delicate pull o the liquid, it warming her throat gently, but it did not burn, only tickled gently. She was curious as to the sort of sin she supposed he enjoyed, though never for a moment would she admit it. 

 “I fear you may have to be a bit more than stop calling me sugar to evade predictability,” She paused and smiled,  looking down then back up at him through her lashes. “It has been a long time.” 

[carrowsamycus]

Amycus has never been the sort to feel self-conscious. He's always know who he is and where he what kind of path he wants to walk. Confidence is written in to his very skin and bones, and it's only ended up more deeply set with the freedoms of adult life. There's no manner of bashfulness that washes over him at falling under Narcissa's gaze now -- if anything it only has him  p r e e n i n g  more. There's no escaping the fact that he's weak for a beautiful face, but more than that, there's something about Narcissa that's always intrigued Amycus. He can't ever shake the feeling that there's more to her than meets the eye, something  m o r e  hidden beneath the surface -- and it feels like that's true more now than it ever has been. He's always enjoyed delving under the surface of those he meets to see their true colours, and the promise of seeing what vibrant shades Narcissa might be hiding is too good to pass up. 

                "Is that supposed to be a challenge?                  I might just have to take you up on                  that one." Because Amycus always                  t h r i v e s  on a good challenge.

   "Too long." He concludes, because it has been. "I'd ask how things are, but judging by     your apparent good mood, it seems as if things have been going well for you, sugar."

[blondestarnoire]

Narcissa smiled at him, a smile of secrets as she looked over him. Amycus was handsome to be sure, and it had been some time since she had encountered the man, and in that time he seemed to have gown, though not necessarily in height or weight, or any definite physical manner, but rather in his presence she found. He had never been reserved, but now he seemed nearly wild, though he had by no means broken any social requirement. It was a quality that drew her curiosity, especially as she had grown so bored of it all, and she wanted more, she wanted the freedom that he seemed to have acquired, though never would she wear it as he seemed to. The blonde haired woman would not care for it in the same manner he did. She lifted her own glass, which was smaller and no doubt containing a liquid less potent to his. 

                          “You’re right I do know you, and your tendency to                                 address me as things like sugar.”

[carrowsamycus]

As unexpected as the encounter was, Amycus muses that there are worse people he knows to run into than Narcissa. He's always found her pleasant to be around -- much more agreeable than either of her sisters, at any rate -- and that's no different now, even if this meeting feels slightly different than others. Amycus can only chalk it up to the fact that they have both changed since they last got to see each other. He's sure that he has, and it feels as if she has too, though not in an awful way. It's almost too easy an action for him to drain the rest of his drink while it's still at hand, listening to her words of reply float across to his perch beside the bar. He's always been the sort to handle his alcohol well, and the warmth of the liquid lingers in his throat even after he's set the glass back onto the bar counter.

                  "I need to start mixing things                    up if that's the case. The last                    thing I want is to become too                    predictable." He replies, with                    a tone laced with amusement.                    "Although if I keep seeing you                     as little as I have recently, I                     might not need to bother."

[rosalyn-flint]

Lessons // Rose & Amycus // October 1978.

[carrowsamycus]

rosalyn-flint:

Rosalyn had been so focused on the potion and her book that she hadn’t realized Amycus had snuck into the tutoring session. Her student kept shooting him sideways looks and she huffed, dismissing the poor creature. She turned her hazel gaze on him, a rueful smirk on her lips. 

                           ”Oh Amycus, how I missed your lecherous tendencies.”

            L i e. She couldn’t stand him but after dealing with Charles’s             complete lack of flirting ability, she quite enjoyed what was             coming out of Amycus’s mouth.

                Amycus follows the scurried exit of the student                 with a mild interest, turning his grin to Rosalyn                 once more after he's fled. He wouldn't consider                 them anything close to friends, but she's still a                 familiar face -- one that Amycus can stomach                 conversation with; she's got a bite, he'll admit.

                "Flattery won't make up for the fact that you took                  so long to notice me, but it's a start, I suppose."

[rosalyn-flint]

Lessons // Rose & Amycus // October 1978.

[carrowsamycus]

rosalyn-flint:

                                 ”It’s a very simple process really.                                   You add the boomslang skin, and                                   the acromantuala fangs, only three                                   though. Now you wait a moment before                                   stirring counter clockwise five times. You                                   leave it to boil for half an hour and then add                                   the frog eyes. See? Simple.”

Rose couldn’t see why so many people struggled with potions, it wasn’t a difficult science at all, more like cooking, which she’d known how to do since she was eight. Not that potions was her best subject but it was far from her worst.

     Paying a visit to the castle definitely hadn't been on      the cards when Amycus had found himself visiting      Hogsmeade -- and yet back into the cool walls of the      school was exactly where he'd ended up treading. He      hadn't hated his time there so much that it was utterly      unbearable to step foot in there again, and there were      always a few faces that he didn't mind seeing again.       Trailing about the hallways had been nostalgic, and      seeing the reactions of some he'd run into had been      nothing short of  t h r i l l i n g. Even after he'd left, it      seemed that people still knew him -- or most did. He      had to wonder if the figure he'd perched himself next      to now remembered him, given the chatter sent to him.

                 " -- H o t. I love a girl with brains.                   If only I still studied here, could                   have got a bit of uh- one on one                   tutoring going on, yeah?"

[blondestarnoire]

Narcissa normally didn’t stay out in Hogsmeade so late, but this year each day seemed to pass slower, and with less excitement, though she would never admit she was giving way to boredom. The pale haired girl had always been one to find company in her seniors, and now that they were all graduated the halls seemed nearly dull. Classes presented no challenge, they never had and forms of entertainment were far and few between. So tonight she had favored to remain in the village a bit longer, in hope of some sort of distraction, and oh distraction did come when she heard his voice, familiar in it’s tone. Turning in her seat Narcissa smiled towards Amycus, who she had not encountered in some time. “Well, yours is not a face I expected to see.”

[carrowsamycus]

Amycus shifts himself enough from his perch by the bar to properly face her, a girl he knows all too well. He can't help the smirk that curls at his lips anymore than he can help the way his hair sits all over the place first thing in the morning. Without the castle to keep him contained, Amycus has taken to roaming where he pleases when he's not under orders from the Dark Lord, and it's certainly not made it easy to keep in contact with most of those he'd consider friends. He can't remember the last time he saw some of them -- and definitely can't recall the last time he had time to spare to see Narcissa face to face and in the flesh. He tilts his glass towards Narcissa in way of a mock salute, allowing himself another sip of the amber liquid within before he speaks. He didn't expect to run into her by any means, but it's not an unpleasant twist.

                            "Ah well, you know me, sugar.                              Always defying expectations."

[carrowsamycus]

executioner-wally:

"You’re the last person I expected to see here. To what do i owe the pleasure?”

                  "I see your reception is no less icy, Wally.                    Why is it so surprising that I'm here when                    you are too? I'm just enjoying the village.                     Is that such a crime these days?"

[carrowsamycus]

                Amycus still isn't quite used to the novelty of being a graduate.         It's almost as if he still expects someone to come and march         him back up to the castle -- or try to do so anyway, because he         definitely won't go easily now that he has had a taste of freedom.         With no orders to be carried out in the immediate moment, he's         found his way back to the sleepy streets and turreted houses of         Hogsmeade -- call it a sake of nostalgia than anything else. The         bustle of pub he's wound up in is just the right mood to have him         content and trying his luck with the barmaid. He's half done with         his drink when he catches sight of someone on a scan of the pub.

                      "Cheer up, won't you? It might never happen."