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𝘼𝙈𝙔𝘾𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒 / an introduction .

Is that AMYCUS CARROW we can see entering the Ministry of Magic? Our records tell us that they were born on 15 MARCH and are a TWENTY FOUR year old, PUREBLOOD who currently works as a OBLIVIATOR. Some have said that they can be described as being CHARMING, LOYAL & RESOURCEFUL, however, they also see themselves as being VINDICTIVE, UNSTABLE & HOSTILE. Apparently, HE look(s) a lot like JAKE MANLEY, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS.

#ministry task001 #𝘼𝙈𝙔𝘾𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒 / introduction.

dahliaparkinson.

“well maybe not diabolical, but it is unpleasant,” she said scrunching up her nose. “i don’t actually enjoy taking away people’s happiness. it’s usually just a side effect.” she danced around with her winning ticket, a more graceful sight than one would expect from someone with such an abrasive personality. “no stealing, no rigging, just luck. some of us are born lucky i guess,” she says, smiling. “if you even tried to steal it i’d hex you,” she admits, knowing that they weren’t at a level of friendship where she could easily forgive him. “i didn’t get the place for the bookshelf obviously. i got it because the place is cheap besides where would i put my alcohol if there wasn’t a bookshelf?” she shrugged her shoulders, “i keep my prizes in a vault,” she doesn’t specify where, but given her occupation it was a no brainer. but amycus had never been the brightest from what she could recall. “i will now be wary of anything you give me,” she admits, “now that i know you have a predilection to gift cursed objects.”

Amycus figured everything he said was probably unpleasant. He never tried to comfort someone. Even with Alecto his words seemed harsh, not comforting. Though he didn’t know how to change that or if he even wanted to. “That’s where we differ. I love taking away people’s unhappiness.” He really did enjoy seeing someone’s eyes turn to fear when they looked at him. Maybe not the best thing to admit, but Amycus didn’t care. “I don’t have that talent, unfortunately,” he said, pursing his lip. “Don’t worry. I have no use for brooms.” He wasn’t a fan of Quidditch like some people and he didn’t like flying. There were easier ways to travel by magic and he preferred them. “In the cupborad where it’s supposed to go. Unless you have those fancy bottles.” If it were up to him, he’d live in a place with no decorations. Belongings meant nothing to him. “I don’t care about cursed objects. I just want to curse my enemies.”

#𝘼𝘾 / dahlia.

evanslilym.

Lily, though she probably didn’t look it, could be plenty dangerous on her own if crossed. The difference was that she was never violent for violence’s sake, only in defense of herself or another. People often underestimated her because of her kind nature, but she could be a force to be reckoned with once her temper was unleashed. She shrugged a little at his statement, saying, :I suppose that might be true. But even still, it’s not the fault of the person delivering the message. Besides, sometimes it’s just not possible to deliver it yourself.” She opened her mouth to explain what she meant by ‘figure of speech’ before shaking her head and deciding to leave it alone. “Never mind, then. It’s not important.” She nodded. “It’s certainly not for everyone. I’m a firm believer that you don’t have to find love to have a fulfilling life. Still, it can be nice when you do.” Lily was an optimist at heart. She had to be, to take the position she had taken within this war. She had to believe there was a chance for things to be better. She shrugged. “Agree to look at it differently then.” She brightened when he mentioned his sister. “Oh, you have a twin? I always wanted one when I was younger. I have a sister, too. She’s older, though.” And of course, they weren’t nearly as close as this man and his sister seemed to be, but he probably didn’t care to know that.

Amycus knew that he gave off a slightly unhinged vibe. He never cared much for making people comfortable though and honestly, someone should be scared of him. While he might not be the smartest person in the room, he had anger and determination on his side. He was not an enemy that someone wanted to make. People should know that just by spending a short period of time with him. There was only one person that he ever spared from his anger, even if maybe he was kind of annoying to his sister most of the time. “So then don’t use another person. If the news is really that bad it should be told face to face or another means that wouldn’t put a person in danger.” Honestly, he didn’t trust another person to give him news. “Well, I never plan on finding that out because I’m not interested in that sort of thing.” He would never find someone that he loved. Besides, it took away from everything else in his life and no one would ever want to be with someone who would kill an entire room of people for no reason. “Then you probably know what it’s like to have a sibling. My sister is my best friend.”

#𝘼𝘾 / lily.

ofnarcissas.

—

“Perhaps, but from their tone and how that one girl seems to keep flailing her arms about, I have my doubts.” Narcissa commented, her attention remining on the bickering duo ahead. In her experience there was only a couple of reasons why anyone would act in such a way in public; either because they were looking for the attention to be on them, or they had no idea of how much of a scene they were causing. In this case, she suspected the latter, because even Merlin could see they were making fools of themselves. “Idiots aside though, are you keeping well?”

“Yes, well they’re clearly not concerned about how they look to the general public.” Not that Amycus cared about that either. He furrowed his brows as he kept listening to them until eventually the girl had enough and threw her butterbeer cup at her significant other and stormed out. Clearly they had problems. He personally didn’t see the point in dating at all. Amycus kind of wished that he’d made the situation worse somehow just to see what would happen. He wasn’t typically that kind of person, but he was a little bored today. “I suppose so. I hate my job.” He hoped that eventually Voldemort would have more stuff for him to do. Amycus couldn’t imagine a wild card like him was that much of an asset though.

#𝘼𝘾 / narcissa.

cursebreakeralecto.

—

“Nothing is forcing you to live with me,” Alecto pointed out, though she didn’t think Amycus was about to move out over a bit of mud and an occasionally-loud kneazle. It didn’t seem like there was any other arrangement that would suit him better– moving home wasn’t an option, and she didn’t think anyone else would agree to be his roommate. Living alone would leave him with no one to grouch at. “Why would I deal with mice and pests myself when I could let Cal take care of them? That’s like learning how to throw a punch when I live with you. No point.”

“Who’s going to want to live with me?” Amycus asked, scoffing. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I could say the same about that. You track mud in the apartment, you have a demon pet, you own a bunch of cursed objects, and you make it impossible to walk through the apartment without triggering a trap.” She was a better roommate than anyone else, even if he didn’t want to admit that. Amycus didn’t want to move home again. “Well if you got rid of the demon, then you would have to deal with mice and pests, but I hope we don’t have pests.” He did try to keep this place clean. “You should learn to throw a punch. I’m not always around.”

#𝘼𝘾 / alecto.

dahliaparkinson.

“that’s diabolical,” she says in an even tone. unsure whether she would be willing to takes someone’s happiness away like that. dahlia had never been the kindest person. some may even say she went out of her way to be rude. and she picked fights. physical fights that ended in lasting injuries, but she had never deliberately sought to make someone unhappy. her bad behavior had always been a result of her moods. “but unnecessary because,” she leaned over and showed him her ticket, “if you listen closely,” she smiled, “they’re saying these numbers right now.” she doesn’t even attempt to hide the squeal as she hops up and down, clapping her hands on his back in her happiness. she was such a child sometimes. “i guess i’ll be the idiot someone tries to steal from if i’m not careful.” she drags him with her as she begins the trek toward her prize. “oh you know, i’ve got a built in bookshelf and i don’t read so i just store all the good stuff on it.”

“Is it?” he asked, shrugging. It wasn’t that complicated of a plan in his opinion. Why try pulling off a long complicated heist with a distraction when it wasn’t necessary and brute force could do the job for you. But sure, if Dahlia thought it was a very diabolical plan, then it probably was. He wasn’t that smart. Whenever he could, brute force was the best way to get something from someone. He liked fighting people and honestly, violence was the only thing that made him happy. Amycus didn’t even care how bad that sounded. “Did you steal the winning ticket? Or rig it somehow? That sounds like something my sister would do.” He rolled his eyes as she jumped up and down like a child. “Well, I hate to fly, so I’m not stealing it.” He hated admitting that he wasn’t good at something. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good at flying, it was that he was scared of heights. But who wanted to admit weakness? “What’s the point of getting a place with built in bookcase if you don’t read?” he asked. “Do you at least store cursed objects there? Alecto has a large collection of cursed stuff. She won’t let me near it. It’s not like I want to be cursed, but I could give it to someone else.”

#𝘼𝘾 / dahlia.

evanslilym.

Lily frowned, fairly certain he wasn’t joking. “But the messenger isn’t responsible for the bad news,” she protested. “They’re just delivering it. It’s not their fault, and someone has to do it. Would you rather be left in the dark?” The idea of punishing someone for being the bearer of bad news didn’t sit right with her. For the first time, this stranger was putting her on edge. She laughed a little bit at his next statement, although it had a bit of a false edge to it, saying, “It’s a figure of speech.” She took another sip of her drink and tried to ignore the anxious feeling in her chest. She gave a bit of a self-deprecating smile. “I never thought I had much interest in it either, to be honest. James just kind of…snuck up on me.” Her smile grew at the thought of him, until she was pretty sure she looked like a lovestruck idiot, bur she didn’t mind. She was a bit of one, after all. She frowned again. “Well that’s certainly one…very cynical way to look at it,” she said. “I prefer to think of it as trying to live as much life as we can. But I suppose you’re not wrong. Things are getting a bit…tense, lately.” She tilted her head curiously. “Oh, you have a sister? Older or younger?”

Amycus probably was one of the more dangerous people she’d ever meet. He was that way because he like violence. When it came down to it, Amycus didn’t care who a person was. If they pissed him off, they pissed him off. Blood status didn’t matter to him. Violence was violence. He’d pledged himself to the Death Eaters because they were violent. He wasn’t better at dark magic. “Maybe the person that has the bad news should just deliver the news and not use a proxy, but that’s my opinion.” Really, people should know not to give him bad news. He tended to explode. “I don’t understand what that means.” Honestly, sometimes he wondered how he’d managed to get so far in life. Learning things frustrated him. Thankfully, between him and Alecto, one of them was intelligent. “That sounds nice, I suppose. I don’t think that kind of life is for me.” He didn’t want to fall in love. It made a person stupid and he saw no reason to pledge himself to one person for the rest of his life. “Cynical is just another way to say realistic.” It was true. People were dying for their opinions. “Just a bit intense.” They’d get worse and that’s what he was counting on. “I do. She is my twin.”

#𝘼𝘾 / lily.

regblackx.

-

“A bit of a temper turns into something more turns into them looking into you and seeing that you’ve done unsavory things, because I sincerely doubt you were careful enough to walk away clean from everything you’ve ever done.” Not even Regulus himself was that careful, though it helped that he’d hardly been involved with anything since he’d only just graduated the past summer. “We may not be together, but we’re talking, and clearly on familiar terms. People make assumptions, Amycus.” He dropped the petal to the floor and began looking elsewhere, shrugging. “They say animals are a good judge of people,” he pointed out, “If the cat doesn’t like you, there’s a reason why. Or it may just be an asshole.”

-

“No one can prove that I’ve done anything unsavory,” he pointed out. He and Alecto knew how to cover their tracks. Most of the time he was able to cover his tracks and when he did, Alecto was there to cover for him. That’s how they operated. Mostly, he was the one doing what Regulus would call unsavory things. Though most of those things were done in the name of Voldemort, so he had an excuse. “All you could do is say I’m bothering you and they’ll leave you alone.” Amycus wouldn’t get kicked out of a store for throwing something. He wouldn’t get caught throwing something. “You shouldn’t assume things, Regulus. Not everyone is bad.” He rolled his eyes. Maybe Amycus was different in his views though. “No, it’s just an asshole. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

#𝘼𝘾 / regulus.

ofnarcissas.

—

Narcissa had expected there to be large crowds in the Hogsmeade Village before she had decided to check out the winter market, but as sociable as she was, even she needed to take a break from it all and just sit back and people watch for a while. Much to her amusement, it seemed she had stopped at the right time as a pair of quarrelling students caught her attention. “The best part is that they just seem to keep going.” Narcissa replied as she glanced over at Amycus. “No care whatsoever for the fact that people are clearly watching them.”

He never did like crowds of people which was just one thing his parents hated about him. They always thought he should be able to handle himself in a room full of strangers. Amycus never understood why. People always disappointed him, no matter who they were. He didn’t particularly care who a person was, they’d eventually let him down. At least he was aware of it and did his best not to be fucked over if they did. It wasn’t a surprise that he ended up at the bar, drinking instead of out among the crowds. He even had a good source of entertainment. “Maybe that’s why they’re doing it. For the entertainment of others.” He doubted it.

#𝘼𝘾 / narcissa.

dahliaparkinson.

she saw his point and it made her a little angry, as she didn’t like to be wrong. when amycus said it that way it became the very essence of her career. she did go to great lengths to acquire things and she’d always treasured the things she’d been able to keep – not that she’d ever hung any on her wall (she had a vault for her prized possessions). the loft was as bare as could be with only a bed, a couch, and a two mismatched stools along the kitchen counter that doubled as a bar. “ok lets say i do agree with you,” she says, unable to admit that he’d been able to sway her, “how exactly are you going to distract all these people while i snatch the prize?” she questions, half hypothetically, however if he offered a good enough plan she was most likely going to become a thief for the day. while she broke curses for a living, she wasn’t exactly equipped for heists no matter how small. “you’d feel right at home at my place,” she smiles, the description he was giving almost exactly like her loft, “the only thing i have that could be considered decoration is what i like to call my wall of alcohol.”

Amycus knew he was right. People forgot winning something after a while, but stealing something, that either made someone feel guilty or it thrilled them. Either emotion was enough to remember the actual story. Honestly, Amycus just took what he wanted regardless. He’d even have followed the winner and stole it. Actually that gave him an idea. “Sure,” he grinned, knowing that he was right. He had no use for a broom. There were very few things Amycus didn’t like to admit that he had weaknesses, but he hated flying. Heights were something that got to him. “Oh, no actually, you just let the sucker that wins it win the prize. They’ll be so distracted that they won the prize, they won’t even pay attention if someone’s following them to take it. Then they’ll be too embarrassed to say the prize they won got stolen because they’re an idiot.” Amycus was might not be very smart, but he did know how to come up with a good plan to take something from someone. He thought about his home and how empty it was, or how empty it would be if Alecto didn’t have her stuff in there. “Wall of alcohol. This sounds intriguing.”

#𝘼𝘾 / dahlia.

cursebreakeralecto.

—

“Would you feel better if we got another house elf?” Alecto asked, though she doubted that would have of an impact on anything. Amycus would just find something else to complain about. She scooped the appropriate amount of food into Caligula’s bowl and put it back down on the ground, laughing a little as the kneazle pounced on it. “Venus fly traps only catch flies. I swear Cal took down an owl once. You two really do have a good bit in common– can you really say you’ve never bitten anyone?”

“Yes, as long as this one follows you around everywhere you go and cleans up after you.” Amycus knew that his sister wasn’t that messy, but he did get annoyed over the smallest amount of mud. He sat down on the couch as Alecto fed the demon cat, doing absolutely nothing to help the situation at all. Honestly, he didn’t see why he had to. “Well if you wanted to take owls down, then you should just do so. You don’t need a demon for that.” Amycus scoffed. “I have never bitten someone before. Why would you say something like that?”

#𝘼𝘾 / alecto.

evanslilym.

Lily had always been comfortable interacting with new people, even ones who seemed particularly closed-off or solitary. She liked people, for the most part, and that led naturally to an inclination for making conversation that a lot of people didn’t possess. She laughed and shrugged. “Don’t shoot the messenger, I don’t make the rules over there.” She smiled. “Personally, I think it’s rubbish, too, but what do I know?” She flushed a little bit at the question. “Yeah, I know. It’s sort of crazy. But I guess when you know, you know, right?” Personally, she’d never expected to be the type of girl who got engaged right after school, but she’d always been one to live large and burn bright, and with war looming, she knew she wanted to live as much of life as she could. She loved James, she wanted to be with him forever, and this seemed like the obvious next step. “Ah, so I was probably a First or Second Year when you graduated.” She didn’t remember an Amycus, but she wouldn’t have had a reason to know any of the Seventh Years at that age. “So, Mr. I Had Nothing Better To Do, is that what brought you to the Winter Market? Having nothing to do, I mean?”

It wasn’t that Amycus didn’t like new people or people in general. He had a very difficult time telling between people who he should interact with and people that he should not interact with. When it came to new people, he just acted like he typically would. That scared a bunch of people off though, considering he was rude to absolutely everyone. “That’s stupid. The messenger is the person that gives the bad news. They should be punished.” Merlin helped anyone that gave him bad news. He knew he couldn’t control his temper. “I don’t know what you know. I’m not you.” He eyed the empty drink in front of him, wondering if he should order another one. “I suppose. I’ve never been interested in any of that sort of thing.” He’d never had a relationship. Amycus was pretty sure he wasn’t capable of love. He couldn’t imagine liking someone enough to want to be around them all the time. “But I guess you know what’s best for you. I suppose these days you can die for your opinion, so you may as well lock down your relationship while you can.” Personally, Amycus didn’t think it was smart. “Yes, most likely.” It wasn’t as if Amycus remembered people in his own year, let alone first years. “That and my sister is here.”

#𝘼𝘾 / lily.

cursebreakeralecto.

—

“We have a house elf. Even if I walked away with everything a mess, it’d be cleaned in an hour.” Not that Alecto wanted mud in the house for an hour, but that only made her point stronger. Merlin, Amycus was the only person alive who could make her seem untidy. “Cal would probably like you better if you did something other than ignore him, y’know.” She followed the kneazle over to the food bag, singing his food song so that he wouldn’t get bitey. “He’s a clever little critter, that’s why. Like a houseplant, but one that gets rid of pests and tells me when something’s not right in the house. And he’s never once grouched at me about mud.”

“Yes, I know we have a house elf, but it’s slow.” Amycus was faster at cleaning than their house elf, although he couldn’t do anything else. Cleaning was one thing, but cooking and other life skills were beyond him. Though he was pretty sure Alecto wasn’t able to do any better than him. “I ignore him because he bites me every time I come near him.” Maybe the thing noticed that he didn’t really like animals. “I think I’d prefer a houseplant. They don’t scream at me. You could get a venus fly trap. They also get rid of pests. Unless I’m the pest you’re trying to get rid of. In that case, don’t be rude. I’m your favorite brother.”

#𝘼𝘾 / alecto.

dahliaparkinson.

it was almost comical, the difference between her attire and his. while she was bundled up in scarves and gloves, he had on a single jacket – something that looked similar to what dahlia would wear in spring. then again she’d never been well-adjusted to the cold. she rolls her eyes, waves the ticket around as she speaks, “there’s no fun in simply taking.” dahlia would know, as she had more than once tried her hand at shoplifting – small stuff that wouldn’t really be missed. “you have to win it, otherwise what would be the point of displaying it on my wall?” the announcer’s voice fades in the background as she turns her attention towards him. “i disagree, objects break, they disappear, they’re sometimes not as promised, but the story or the journey to acquiring said object – well you’ll always remember how you felt during it,” she says, knowing that she was mixing her expressions and perhaps not making much sense, but she’d never been the most articulate.

Amycus didn’t agree. He thought it was more fun to take something than it was to win something. Anyone could win something if they had enough money. Buying more than one ticket or whatever was required to win a prize. He knew that even Quidditch could be won by cheating. “I disagree, Parkinson.” Amycus liked their friendship. In a way it reminded him of his relationship with his sister. He didn’t have that many friends. “The point would be that you have it. That you acquired it by any means. Do you not put your pride and joy pieces on display?” Amycus didn’t really put any weight behind belongings. He didn’t have much he couldn’t live without. He didn’t really know what he’d display, what possessions he’d care about, or what counted as something people would be impressed with. “Yes, but... that’s why stealing it is better. Winning something? Not interesting, but saying you stole it? There’s a memory behind that. I don’t have anything that interesting though. Not really. I’d be happy with a white room with no decorations.” That’s kind of how his room looked except with some furniture. Amycus didn’t really care about anything or anyone other than his sister.

#𝘼𝘾 / dahlia.

regblackx.

-

Of course Amycus wouldn’t pretend to care. Regulus resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, a habit he seemed to do a lot around people he was better than. “If you care nothing for your own reputation, then care about mine. I can’t really go around getting banned from shops and you being you will get us both kicked out.” His fingers trailed over a rose and he plucked one of the petals out to bring it up to his nose. As if Amycus hadn’t said anything, he asked, “Do you think Alecto would want my cat? It was a gift from my uncle but the mangy thing just shreds my furniture and throws up on my floor.”

-

He’d never particularly cared what people thought of him. Amycus was a bit of a wild card and that was part of the reason he was an asset to the Death Eaters. “What reputation? All people know about me is that I have a bit of a temper.” And that he was not the smartest of the bunch. “We’re not together, so I don’t know why you’d get banned from the shop,” he pointed out. Personally, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten banned from a store before. Amycus didn’t care that much. “I don’t know. Ask Alecto.” Probably not though. “Although as long as i’m living there, I would say no. Her demon already screams at me all the time. I don’t understand why people like cats so much.”

#𝘼𝘾 / regulus.

regblackx.

-

Passively, Regulus watched the mushroom hit a customer, saying nothing as they tried to figure out where it came from. Once they were no longer paying attention, he rolled his eyes. “Could you at least pretend you’re civilized and not throw mushrooms at random bystanders?” It wasn’t that he didn’t find it amusing, just that he had been raised better than to potentially cause a scene in public and he knew Amycus most likely had too. “Why should I care about what Alecto does with your room? Better question is, why would you? Considering you’d be dead, after all.”

-

Amycus knew that he probably should have been more mature than to throw the mushroom, but well... if he was going to be poisoned, then he was taking someone else with him. Hopefully the person he threw it at wasn’t another pureblood because then he’d feel a little bad. “No, I don’t think I can do that.” He didn’t see a point in pretending that he was a civilized person, when he would never be the person that his parents wanted him to be. Thankfully, he’d never cared about his image. If he wanted to be a respectable person, he’d try. “I care because the cat’s a demon and I plan on being a ghost.”

#𝘼𝘾 / regulus.

regblackx.

-

There were dozens of places Regulus would prefer to be than stuck in the herbology shop, the only subject he hadn’t managed to tread water in. He passed just the same but the A on his O.W.Ls in herbology was an ugly mark in a sea of Outstandings and only made his distaste for the subject grow. Still he found himself in the shop, pacing the aisles and observing the flowers for no other reason than to kill the time until some of the people crowding the area left. A voice pulled his focus away from a hyacinth, or so the label said, and he glanced over at Amycus. “Don’t know. Guess we’ll find out soon.”

-

Amycus hated herbology. It wasn’t his favorite subject, though technically none of the subjects that he had studied he was really good at. Of everything, Charms was probably one of the easier subjects. Amycus preferred dark magic. He was only in here looking for poisonous plants. Maybe instead of dark magic and his fists, he’d hurt someone with poison. He’d have to ask Alecto about poison, she was bound to know something. He picked up the death-cap again and tossed it at some random patron in the store, who looked around. “Guess we will.” He frowned at the mushroom again. “If I die, tell my sister she’s not allowed to turn my room into her cat’s room.”

#𝘼𝘾 / regulus.

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