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amycus carrow. one half of a duo. a snake in the badger burrow.

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—     Amycus peered around the corner, doing his utmost best to stay out of sight. He’d had this weird feeling all day, which was causing him to cut corners rather... curiously. Surprisingly, no one had noticed, though he much preferred it that way. He was just about to dart down the hallway when he felt someone whoosh past him. Amycus jumped, and reached for his wand. 

“Don’t do that!” he said, glaring at the person. “It’s rude.”

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macdonclds:

It was easy to lose track of time, that was certain - but in Mary’s case, she hadn’t really been paying attention at all to the sun as it was setting, only just now finding herself out by the lake with a sketchbook on her lap and the silhouette of the moon over head. She scribbled something else down on the paper, enjoying the solitude of it when she heard the snap of twigs behind her. She jumped slightly, the startling noise enough to pull her attention away from what she was doing, before she glanced over her shoulder to see who it was. A laugh escaped her, before she turned back to what she was doing. “Quick, be quiet. If whoever’s on duty finds us out here past curfew, we’re surely going to be in detention for weeks.”

—     The castle at night was one of Amycus’s favorite things. It wasn’t often that he got to wander around on his own, and sometimes he liked it, but sometimes he didn’t. Tonight, he was ambivalent. He watched the bats soar over the lake and listened intently to the creaks and spooky sounds of the Forbidden Forest. He thought about going to find either Alecto or Barty, but figured they’d both be holed up in the Slytherin common room by now. Amycus didn’t have the current password, so he’d have to wait until later to go find them. 

He was just about to turn back when he caught sight of someone hunched over a book or a piece of parchment or something. A sly smile lit up his features as he snuck over

And then a twig snapped under his foot. Why exactly, can’t Amycus ever have nice things? 

“So? You’re the one sitting in plain view, genius. If you didn’t want to be caught, you’d at least try to hide.”

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onlycatchlove:

“It’s called football- trust me, it’s better than Quidditch.”

—     “Please,” Amycus rolled his eyes. “How can a game you play with your feet be better than Quidditch?”