only a few days had past, a merely 42 hours since their world had broken out into pure chaos and all amycus could think of was willow. they were thoughts a simple man would have - wondering where she was, what she was doing - things that only those without greater woes would concern themselves with. that had never been who amycus was, he’d never let a woman send his life into complete spiral before. only weak men allowed females to wreck their strengths, sending them to their knees in desperation as they fought for only love and nothing else. he’d always put himself first and he’d never intended for that to change, at least not until he met the stubborn ollivander girl during his years in school. they’d bonded on a level that’d he’d only ever allowed a fair few to match in his personal life. he didn’t have friends, not the kind that normal people had at least and when himself and willow had developed whatever it was they had, it’d confused him and threw him through an unimaginable loop. there had always been more between them. the slightest spark of something that neither dared to explore past a superficial relationship. they simply couldn’t, at least not within the halls of hogwarts. he was amycus carrow, sadistic and sad amycus who had nothing going for him but a life of serving the dark lord and being pressed beneath his sisters finger and she was willow ollivander - youngest sibling in a clear patriarchy where both parents favored their eldest whom didn’t appreciate their love and attention as much as their own daughter. their worlds were as different as different could be - black and white, dark and light - anything they’d ever have would be corrupted by the constant cloud of gloom that seemed to hover over their existences.
yet here he was, positioned in a shadowy corner outside of the wand shop where’d he heard willow was last seen. the nerve to speak to her hadn’t quite mustered within him, not after he’d spent it all daring to slip away from the voldemort brigade just to see the girl that the dark lord would kill just for his insurgency.
it was silly, but the least he could do was get her to come to him, hoping that part of her still carried whatever flame had grown there in the past. he needed five minutes alone with the wanddmakers daughter and that was it. he’d quickly drafted out a small letter requesting an audience with her and sent in the shop with a stray cat who’d be lurking around much like himself. he’d stand there as long as it took for her to acknowledge him, if she even cared enough to do so. | @enchaxxted