King Amycus Carrow

I came to cut you up. I came to knock you down. I came around to tear your little world apart. I came to shut you up. I came to drag you down. I came around to tear your little world apart and break your soul apart.

[ycungestblack-deactivated201604]

  ❝You said my family was crazy. Doesn’t that make me crazy in that definition, Amycus?❞ She knew that she had always been an exception in their family. The only blonde. The one that kept to herself the most. The one the most pressure was put on. She didn’t feel like she belonged in their family, but then again, did anyone really? ❝Me. I’m convincing me. Obviously. You know I’m fine. I just really don’t usually.❞ She had no idea why she was so truthful to him so suddenly, but she truested Amycus.                           She was glad that he could still laugh about her frustration with Bella. The main reason why she was so bitter about her sister had nothing to do with her devotion. ❝Amyc, I do admire Bella for her devotion. I admire her a lot. I just wish -❞ she sucked in a deep breath of air and then took another sip of her drink. She studied Amycus first, almost hesitant about what she was possibly going to tell him, and grinned on his words about his sister. ❝You sound as bitter as me,❞ she noted, shaking her head at him, however still amused. She felt for him.                       ❝I’m not hexing my parents, I was talking about my sisters,❞ she chuckled. She couldn’t ignore her parents as much as she wanted to. She loved them and she loved her sisters. They taught her two things: how to love her family was one of those. The other one was their blood purity belief system. ❝I know I ought to be careful, and you’re right, but I can’t be. I don’t know what to be careful about. Bella is off every other night doing things she won’t tell me about because I’m not old enough. Lucius does the same thing three times per week. You do it. Alecto does it. And I don’t know what the hell is going on. I can’t grow up if no one ever tells me anything.❞ There. She said it. That was what bugged her most and that was what kept her the little girl she was.  

[king-amycus-blog]

“There is an exception to every rule, Narcissa.” Amycus replied, waving her off. “Look at your darling cousin. Sirius. He’s the exception to his family being fantastic. Regulus is exceptional.” Amycus shrugged then frowned, a little caught off guard by the way that she replied to his question. It was meant to be a sort of joke, but clearly that wasn’t the way that she took it. “Are you fine?” He asked, his tone becoming a little more serious as he looked her over, Narcissa was someone that always seemed put together, at the moment she seemed like she was ready to fall apart. “You don’t usually what?” 

“You just with what Cissa? Honestly all this trailing off is making it hard for me to carry on a conversation with you. I don’t like guessing or playing games unless they’re mind.” He watched as she continued to drink, loving how easy it had been for him to get her to drink something more than butterbeer. It wouldn’t take long before she was spilling all her secrets to him. Including the ones about Bellatrix that he desperately wanted to know. She already seemed to want to tell him everything on her mind. “As bitter as you? Impossible. You’re like the sour candy that has sugar on the outside. People are deluded into thinking that you’re sweet because you’re outside is, but inside...” He trailed off, smirking slightly. 

“Ah well, in that case hex away. We all know that Bella could use it.” He laughed to himself, enjoying the thought of Narcissa trying to hex Bellatrix. He blinked a few times as she started to rant. “Why are you so curious Narcissa? They don’t really concern you, you’re not harmed by them, knowing won’t help you any. In fact you might struggle with the information that you learn. Why not just sit back and be happy that everyone comes home safely to you.” 

[andromeda-abinitio-blog]

Andromeda might not have been particularly fond of Amycus, but she did respect him. He had always been one hundred percent honest about who he was. Which apparently terrified most people, but she had grown up with Bellatrix, she was used to cruel. Besides, Druella had been set on betrothing her daughter to the Carrow boy for almost a year during their schooling, so Andromeda had learned to be around him. She still wasn’t sure if Amycus had ever known of her mother’s plan. “Because you were more fun in the past, love,” she replied sweetly. Not a lie, the Slytherins were always the most fun in school. “Stories about me, you mean? Come now, when have I been anything but a perfect angel?”

[king-amycus-blog]

“Andromeda, honestly, if you think I was more fun in school than I think you’re just not spending enough time around me.” He was more fun in school, even he couldn’t really argue that, he didn’t want to admit it out loud though. School was different. There was no pressure, he didn’t have an requirements, no one was watching him. It was before he’d learned to be a killer. “Oh please. Andromeda. A perfect angel, isn’t that a little bit of a stretch? Even for you.” 

[ingridselwyn]

“In that case, no. I prefer for it to be something that relaxes me from time to time rather than a necessity in life, like most make it out to be.” Ingrid spoke bluntly. 

[king-amycus-blog]

He raised his eyebrow at her, but gave a small chuckle, “I have a lot of time of my hands Miss Selwyn, how else do you propose I spend my time?” 

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                    ❝That’s not entirely true,❞ she protested his statement immediately. ❝I am not crazy. I am fine.❞ Even though she sounded like she was trying to make herself believe it instead of Amycus. She knew, though. Both Bellatrix and Andromeda didn’t know and that’s how she knew. She nodded on his words about Andromeda though, and hoped he was right. But he wasn’t. Hope was a childish thing. Something she however liked to hold onto.

                                   Perfection? She was about to spit out her butterbeer and just yell at him for that ( Bellatrix was a lot, however perfect was not one of those things, not for Amycus Carrow and his standards, they should be higher than that! )  when he agreed with her on the crazy part and she calmed down. ❝Freaking devotion,❞ she muttered. Married to one, admiring another. How was that socially acceptable?  Poor Rodolphus. She saw him at the hospital all the time. Maybe he was doing his own share of dodging his marriage. Or mayeb their shifts just were the same. ❝Alecto is great, Amycus.❞ She looked aside to him and giggled softly. ❝Besides the working at the Ministry part. I mean, who does that?❞ She might be mocking him. Might.                                   Another glance of pure rage went over her face as she listened to him. She kept it together, though, besides an angry glare at him. She sighed, stared at her suddenly very filled glass with butterbeer and emptied it by drinking it at once. ❝I kind of hate you for saying that. But you’re right. If Andromeda wants to go off marry a muggle, fine. If Bella wants to torture them, that’s fine too. However, if my parents give me crap about it I will hex them.❞ Her sisters, not her parents. ❝I need another drink,❞ she groaned.                     

[king-amycus-blog]

“Of course it’s true.” He rolled his eyes, not feeling like arguing, but also not willing to let her say he’s wrong. Her family was batty, just as batty as his and al of the other families with old blood. It was part of the title. He laughed at her defensive statement, “Who are you trying to convince here? Me or you? I never called you crazy, that I know of. If I did it was probably for good reason.” He watched her, not knowing what else he was supposed to say to her. Andromeda was going to do what was best for her and while he didn’t agree with her choices it wasn’t his problem, or Narcissa’s for that matter. 

Amycus laughed at her reaction, he’d been expecting it. Bellatrix was far from perfect, but he found her to be interesting. She was fun to watch at the very least. Sure she seemed a little touched in the head sometimes, but so did he. “In all seriousness Narcissa, her devotion is admirable and you’d do well to speak of it highly rather than rudely.” He frowned for a moment, shaking his head, “Just be careful what you say Cissa.” He rolled his eyes as she spoke about his sister. “Yes, yes, she’s darling. Law of all things.” He sneered, downing the rest of his drink, dumping it down his throat and instantly getting another one. 

“I expected that.” He said, brushing off her saying that she hated him. She didn’t hate him. She couldn’t hate him if she tried. Instead he just grinned as she finished her drink, “Let me get you another.” He said, turning around and gesturing to his own drink, then slowly turning to Narcissa as the bartender poured it. “Don’t go hexing your parents.” Amycus replied with an eye roll, “it’s not worth the fallout. Just ignore them. That’s what I’ve always done.” 

[v--isforvanity-blog]

“Perhaps I simply don’t care about who I piss off?” Emma encouraged, sure it wasn’t clever but she knew what she was doing, after all she’d made it this far. While her eyes remained on Amycus in front of her, her hands discreetly slipped into her pocket as her fingers curled around around the handle of the small dagger she so often kept on her. “And we’re already in the middle of the war zone, so hardly seems threatening given the circumstances.”

[king-amycus-blog]

Amycus smirked, watching her as he sipped his drink. “Mis Vanity I’m sensing a bit of hostility.” He watched her carefully, ordering himself a new drink and leaning against the counter, “Perhaps you should think more about your words simply to be polite then.” 

[ingridselwyn]

“I’ve only just started on my drink, it’d be a waste to leave it. My grandma might disown me if I do.” She chuckled, “No, I’m not an alcoholic, doesn’t mean I’m foreign to liquor though.” 

[king-amycus-blog]

He laughed, watching her with a slight smirk. “I never said you were foreign, I simply said that I thought you didn’t drink often. Unlike I, who drinks, very often.” 

[luciusarchived]

“Amycus, is it me or have you become much too bitter over the past few years? Surely you know how to loosen up a little, we’re not in the middle of a battlefield as of now.” Lucius’ words filled with sarcasm as he moved to set the second glass in front of Amycus. “I’d like to think I have quite the humor, the light of the party even.”

[king-amycus-blog]

“Is it now a crime to not want to talk about my sister? I’ll remember that.” He let himself relax a bit, still annoyed, but no longer feeling the need to take it out on anyone. Lucius wasn’t a problem, he didn’t need to start a fight that he wasn’t interested in finishing. “Light of the party? Please. I can think of ten other people that are more fun than you. Including myself. If I had to pick one I think it might be Darling Narcissa. She’s quite fun.” 

[andromeda-abinitio-blog]

“Sorry Amy,” she purred, using the name she’d called him as a toddler, when Amycus had been to daunting a name, “Afraid I simply can’t bring myself to fear someone I’ve seen passed out nearly naked in the Common Room. But I’m sure you’re absolutely terrifying to everyone else.”

[king-amycus-blog]

A smirk curled over his lips as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Sweet Andromeda,” he replied, dragging out the words ever so slightly, “Why do you feel the need to bring up the past? Especially my past that involves me in a less than wonderful situation, you’re not the only one with stories you know.” 

[king-amycus-blog]

Amycus Carrow had brought Narcissa Black to a bar. What did that mean? What did that make him? He’d never been the best person in the world, but was this a new low for him? More importantly, did he care? He was slowly corrupting the girl and he felt fine with it. In fact he was slightly proud of himself for doing so. She was sweet, a little too innocent for his taste, but he could deal with it. Narcissa was the only one he didn’t count out just because of her sweetness. He could sense something deeper, Narcissa was stronger than she seemed and he liked that. 

He watched her sip her butterbeer, smirking slightly at the look on her face as she recognized people. One of the perks to being with Narcissa is that she also didn’t feel the need to socialize with people that she didn’t care for. One of his biggest pet peeves was when someone forced him to talk to others, he didn’t care about public opinion so long as he was still respected for his name and status. Even his status held little importance to him, it was something that happened all on it’s own. 

I need to tell you something. He blinked at her words, looking over to her generally curious. He wasn’t one for deep and meaningful conversation, but if Narcissa needed it he would offer his best attempt. “In all honesty,” he spoke slowly, taking another slow sip of his bourbon, “I’ve never been able to distinguish which is the crazy one. They’ve both always been a little off. The difference however is that I like Bellatrix. She’s fun.” He smirked, finishing his drink and waving for it to be refilled while he leaned against the bar. 

[ycungestblack-deactivated201604]

                    A bar. And she didn’t even mind. Sometimes she was just sick of being the perfect Black sister. Not that hanging out at a bar was going to help her much with that reputation. Amycus Carrow was perfectly respectable company. She was just sipping butterbeer ( butterbeer for Merlin’s sake, could she not have ordered something more hardcore? ) and not exactly doing much besides that either. In the meantime Bellatrix could be off torturing a muggleborn and Andromeda could be off snogging a muggleborn. She was perfect little Narcissa, even at a bar.                       ❝See, now you’re just making my point,❞ she said after another sip of her ( boring ) butterbeer.  ❝I mean, how did this happen? And how do I make it stop?❞ Sometimes she felt like she already lived in the future. All the pressure came down on her. A perfect marriage? Let’s have Narcissa fix that, she’s a perfect lady. A good career? Oh, Narcissa’s a healer, she could do great. A heir? Narcissa and Lucius will take care of that. Seriously?                         She watched how Amucys ordered another drink and shook her head slowly. ❝Half a year ago I was at school and I was fine. Now I’m at this world with people and expectations and everything is just going to hell.❞ Hell and whatever else she could name it. She knew very well this was her having her rich girl problems but she didn’t care. These were the problems she had. This was what had to be discussed.        

[king-amycus-blog]

"I'm proving your point? Narcissa your entire family is batty. Andromeda is... Well a bit of a shock. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't watching her. All it not lost though, not yet. She can come to her senses. Have faith in your sister." He was encouraging her, making her feel better. It felt disgusting. Amycus Carrow did not comfrort sad girls in bars. Narcissa Black was not your average girl though and Amycus Carrow was willing to bend his rules if need be. His eyes scanned the room, looking for anything entertaining. He needed something to watch while he spoke to the blonde beside him.

"Bellatrix on the other hand. She's perfection. I wouldn't change a single thing about her. She's batshit crazy, but the most entreating ones are. Her devotion is to be admired. Perhaps you should just accept her. That's how darling Alecto and I work. Accept your sister and her flaws. Even if she decides to do something stupid like work in the ministry." He was bitter about Alecto's job. Most people knew that but it didn't stop him from reminding them. She was still talking. He suddenly remembered that she was in fact still talking to him, causing him to bring his gaze back to her. "You're not at Hogwarts anymore. The world isn't going to hell, the world hasn't changed. You've changed. Not enough though. It's time to grow up."

He leaned over to her, mindless and discreetly pouring most of his drink into her butterbeer. "You think the world is going to hell because you're no longer protected by the walls of Hogwarts. You have nothing to hide behind. Stop trying to hide behind your sisters. You can't fix them or anything else. Just yourself."

[king-amycus-blog]

“Well, this is awkward…”

Carrying out a full conversation with an animal and answering for them.

“Do you always do this when you think you’re alone?” 

[king-amycus-blog]

“Well, this is awkward…”

Accidentally having fallen asleep on the floor somewhere.

“What an interesting turn of events. You may leave my house whenever it conveniences you.” 

[king-amycus-blog]

“Well, this is awkward…”

Practicing their ‘mad kung-fu skills’ by themselves.

“There’s a reason I didn’t often associate myself with you in school, this is that reason.” 

[king-amycus-blog]

“Well, this is awkward…”

Desperately trying to put something back together after taking it apart out of boredom/curiosity.

“What an epic display of genius. I’m truly glad to have stumbled upon this catastrophe.” 

[king-amycus-blog]

“Well, this is awkward…”

Hitting themselves with an object because they can’t get it to work.

“I really can’t say that I’m surprised. Flourrish and Botts never did seem like the place to hire intelligent workers.” 

[ycungestblack-deactivated201604]

Starter for @king-amycus.     

           A bar was not a place Narcissa Black was found at often. Who could she possibly be with in a bar? Exactly. There were only a few exceptions that she made and Amycus Carrow was one of those. The boy she had known since forever had only recently grown into a man. Not a gentleman. No one, including her, expected that to happen. But she liked him anyway. She liked him because he was himself and made no excuses for it. More people like them should do that.             Sipping from her butterbeer, Narcissa shot a look around and frowned at the sight of some people she recognized from school but didn’t per se like. Luckily they knew better than to approach her, especially in the company of Amycus. The two of them together was like the best combination ever if someone bothered them. Maybe not the best ever. Just a very good one.           ❝I need to tell you something,❞ she told him as he looked back towards him. ❝I feel like one day someone is going to come up to me and ask me where is your crazy sister? and I won’t know which one of my sisters they’re talking about.❞ Was she really the only sane one left? Was that was age did to the Black sisters? Bellatrix was all let me follow the Dark Lord and worship him to an unhealthy extent and Andromeda was spotted with muggleborns and blood-traitors so much that Narcissa couldn’t keep up anymore. 

[king-amycus-blog]

Amycus Carrow had brought Narcissa Black to a bar. What did that mean? What did that make him? He’d never been the best person in the world, but was this a new low for him? More importantly, did he care? He was slowly corrupting the girl and he felt fine with it. In fact he was slightly proud of himself for doing so. She was sweet, a little too innocent for his taste, but he could deal with it. Narcissa was the only one he didn’t count out just because of her sweetness. He could sense something deeper, Narcissa was stronger than she seemed and he liked that. 

He watched her sip her butterbeer, smirking slightly at the look on her face as she recognized people. One of the perks to being with Narcissa is that she also didn’t feel the need to socialize with people that she didn’t care for. One of his biggest pet peeves was when someone forced him to talk to others, he didn’t care about public opinion so long as he was still respected for his name and status. Even his status held little importance to him, it was something that happened all on it’s own. 

I need to tell you something. He blinked at her words, looking over to her generally curious. He wasn’t one for deep and meaningful conversation, but if Narcissa needed it he would offer his best attempt. “In all honesty,” he spoke slowly, taking another slow sip of his bourbon, “I’ve never been able to distinguish which is the crazy one. They’ve both always been a little off. The difference however is that I like Bellatrix. She’s fun.” He smirked, finishing his drink and waving for it to be refilled while he leaned against the bar. 

[bcnjyy-deactivated20160311]

“i was gonna ask if you wanted another drink?” he asks, leaning on the counter. 

[king-amycus-blog]

“Yes, obviously. Keep up.” Amycus set his glass down, waiting for it to be refilled. “Are you slow or just unaware of who I am?” 

[mckitten-marlene-deactivated201]

rinning, Marlene clasped her hands together. “Doesn’t seem like you’d be too upset if someone was here just for the view.” She chimed before leaning back. “Which has now become what I’m here for. Feel free to carry on. I’m not even here.”

[king-amycus-blog]

“I understand the cost that my looks come with.” Amycus said slowly turning to look at her. He rolled his eyes as she told him to carry on, tipping his head slightly as though sarcastically thanking her.