“alright then.” she countered, pursing her lips as he lit up a cigarette. hestia waited to hear what he had to say before laughing. “perhaps i’ll catch you later then.” she made the move to go wondering whether he’d do anything in return.
he raised his brows as he inhaled, exhaling slowly as he watched her try to decide between going and not going. ‘and what if i’m acting the same later? and the time after that?’
“don’t what me.” she countered, rolling her eyes. “oh godric, so we’re on that amycus today. if that’s how it’s going to be. i’ll just go.” she folded her arms across her chest. “of course not. you can’t even say that’s how you prefer to be.”
‘go, stay. what do i care?’ amycus mused, lighting his smoke with the tip of his wand before looking towards her again. ‘if you really wanted to leave, you’d be gone already. so, which one is it?’
Listening to her brother seemed like an impossible task in that moment–- so she stopped trying as she sat on the ground, near him. Glancing up for a moment when she noticed that he was done, rolling her eyes. “ Look, Amy, people make big deals about stupid shit all the time–- if we were to question it all, we’d never be able to stop… but even you can’t say you don’t understand it. It might not be something you see as a big deal, but all that rubbish is all some people have to look forward to. We all have our things. ” She shrugged, looking down at the book she held in her hand.
finished with his smoke he flicked it away before pointing his wand and watching it burn into ashes. perhaps his babbling had a deeper meaning, or one on the surface... either way, alecto was right. there were some sad people in this world that had love to look forward to and in a way, wasn’t love better than the eternal doom that loomed over them? ‘what do you reckon our thing is?’ amycus asked, glancing over at his sister before down at the book she read.
❛ Most people have questionable judgment, unfortunately, they don’t get the full experience of the Carrow charm. Disappointingly, it seems like you keep it bottled up just for me. It explains why no one has hexed that arrogant face of yours. ❜ Lips curled into a smirk, as she pulled the phone from her robe pocket. ❛ I’m sure I have at least a dozen terrible photos of you on here, would be a shame if I accidentally posted one. You always favoured the dog filter, right? ❜ Lily kept her phone trained on him, despite the screen being off. He would hardly know the difference. ❛ The light is just right, gives you that je ne sais quoi. ❜
‘sweetums, i keep so much bottled up just for you. you’ll always be my least favourite.’ amycus mused, flashing charming eyes towards her before the hippogriffs started nuzzling him trying to get more food and he complied. when she spoke again, amycus turned to give her the smallest glance before deadpanning at the camera, ‘lillth, get back to work. i won’t hesitate to tell professor kettleburn how less you did to help feed these hungry beasts.’ he warned in a low voice, not wanting her to know that the thought of technology still sort of scared him. how was she able to make him a dog without magic?! in a huff he picked up a ferret and through it at her and patted the hippogriff to go and get it. ‘your face is je ne sais quoi.’
“oh my godric amycus.” she replied with a roll of the eyes. “do you ever stop talking?” it was an odd thing to say to him, seeing as he wasn’t all that talkative for the most part. however, when she happened upon him in this state it was borderline unbearable to stay in his presence for too long. “i didn’t say anything about love, hell, i didn’t say anything at all.” she paused before moving to stand in front of him. “what’s brought on the word vomit today?”
‘what?’ amycus teased as a smirk settled on his lips, knowing his talking bothered her when he talked too much. but he wasn’t in the mood for much else, and he wasn’t pretending to be either. ‘just trying to liven up how dead you make me feel, jonesy. death to muggles, death to us all! is that what you truly prefer me to be like?’
❛ ─── did you hit your head on the way here? I’ve been lugging this bucket of meat around and you’re just going to stand around and contemplate the intricacies of love? ❜ Dropping the bucket of Hippogriff feed at his feet, she brushed the back of her hand against her forehead, swiping back the stray hairs. It was incredible, truly. There were moments where he would rile her up to the point that her wand was at the ready, simply waiting to fling a hex his way, and then there were these odd moods. Moments that almost made him seem human. ❛ Did they update your SOFTWARE? I didn’t realize robots gave a damn about love? ❜
‘you can ask ANYONE and they’ll agree. i’m far too beautiful to lug around a bucket of anything. though, perhaps i’d make an exception if we were feeding them your entrails instead.’ he leaned down into the bucket, pulling out a slab of meat and holding it up as if he was considering tossing it to her, but instead he just feeds it to the hippogriff hovering behind him. ‘merlin’s sake, lilith. why must you assume i know anything of a robot? is that thing in your pocket a robot?’ amycus raised his brows as the hippogriffs gathered around and he tossed pieces everywhere, finding this... oddly calming. if only the ginger banshee wasn’t here as well, life would be swell.
‘see, i never understood–’ he started, leaning against a wall with a cigarette hanging between his lips ready to share his insights with the world. as if anyone cared what his insights were too, in his solemn state he was oddly talkative; aiming to be the sort of person people WANTED to listen to! like his father, or his grandfather but... amycus? did anyone really care? ‘–why people make such a big deal about love. isn’t it merely just another made up creation to busy ourselves with and feel like we’re not utterly irrelevant? i understand familial, i even understand platonic… but anything past. well. is it real? does it exist? life’s greatest mystery, innit?’
‘i tried to grow my hair out, thinking it would eventually stop growing up and start growing down... but i just ended up looking crazier than merline with a giant afro.’
*☆ AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON ─ hey look it’s, amycus carrow a pureblood slytherin student from wiltshire !! he is a seventh year student at Hogwarts. he is described as the cassanova around the school. amycus is fighting for the neutral. he is described as arrogant & moody but he is really precise & tasteful. are you ready to rise above the chaos, amycus carrow ??
biography:
here’s my second child, amycus
amycus grew up that wealthy pureblood offspring lifestyle, the sort where your every need is tend to by house elves and not your parents... and he loved every second of it.
he loves not having to get to know his parents, honestly do you think he could tell you their favourite colour... or how they met? no. he just downright didn’t care for them. he came out of the womb, a man full of hatred and not caring any damn person other than his sister, alecto.
so aside from the hatred he has towards the parents that never wanted children, constantly bicker and are now telling him how to live his life... amycus is a competitive man. always competing for attention, or the highest grades, the funniest jokes, the most dashing looks. the list goes on and on. it’s the only way he knows how to live his life, it’s to be the best of the best and never stop until he’s pleased with himself.
he’s got high expectations for who he’s growing up to be... but carrying on this disgusting tradition of pureblood only families? not quite. he doesn’t care much for a family at all actually, while he follows those ideals... they’re not quite as strict. he believes that each person regardless of their blood type is allowed to be wizard, muggle, whatever they want. now, does he want to be associated with these muggles.. half bloods, etc? no, he doesn’t. it’s his pride, if there’s another pureblood out there that’s better at hating other people than him, he won’t have it. so while the disdain for muggleborns and half-bloods is there... it’s really rather an empty one.
amycus’ sexuality is unknown to me, i think so far he only thinks about sex... anything further and he’s already out the door. so we’ll see with this one, however i don’t see him not having sex with someone because of their gender.
he’s not quite as sex favourable as he’s been before, but it’s his last year and he feels he needs to smarten up.
DRUGS TW !! -- amycus has a smoking addiction, cigarettes & weed mostly
-- amycus is also quite a heavy drinker but he drinks socially, so only when he does
wanted connections:
best friend -- open to any blood type – this is the one person that manages to understand the amycus he is within. the sad, broken boy that’s still mad at his own life but is trying to make the best of everything.
childhood friends – purebloods – these are the people amycus grew up with, how he feels about them depends on the person.
SECRET fwb -- open to any blood type, any gender, any year (1/2) -- perhaps his biggest secret for when he associates with non-purebloods is to have sex. friends are often not a thing on his mind, but hey... maybe? hestia jones.
fwb -- purebloods, any gender, any year -- pretty straight forward... perhaps it was a one night stand or perhaps it happens all of the time? you tell me.