Blame It Upon A Rush of Blood to the Head — Carrowtwins.
It had been awhile since Amycus had felt an adrenaline rush like that. Quidditch certainly hadn't been the first thing on his mind as of lately, but the game had been a good distraction and being out on the field with his sister Alecto again had given him that bond that they had had all those years before all over again. It was like it all came back to him, and whatever problems that had been settling between the two of them were suddenly gone the moment they had made eye contact with one another. After flashing her a grin, they began and played their hearts out. It was like he knew her every movement and she his, which truth be told, was actually pretty true. They had spent years training with just each other to improve their Beater skills and it all paid off in the end; they were a force to be reckoned with. Of course, the Prewett twins were just as good, but this game was almost just handed to them. There hadn't been any verbal communication between his sister and himself on that day - just a knowing expression in Alecto's eyes and that was that. The Dopplebeater Defense move was something that wasn't uncommon for them, they had done it before, but in this situation Amycus had known that James Potter didn't have the Quaffle.
It didn't matter though. He proceeded with the move despite his knowledge and he still couldn't find the guilt he had expected to feel when he saw James take that fall. Probably because he was perfectly fine. Of course, he knew the shit storm Alecto and he had managed to stir up just by doing that though, but feeling bad for simply playing the game was not something he would allow himself to feel. Now, here he was, sprawled out on the leather couches of the Slytherin Common Room and avoiding the heated glares there were bound to be shot his way had he been walking around freely in the castle that day. It was just like the Gryffindors to act as if they were the bad guys here. As if they had done something completely absurd, which he almost wanted to laugh at. Since when had the Slytherin Quidditch Team ever played any other way? When they played, the played to win and they would do everything they could that wasn't against the rules to do so. It was his job as Beater to keep the Bludgers away from his team and to aim them instead, at the other team. Which is exactly what he did.
Apparently simply playing his position correctly had now put him back on the shit list.
Lips pressing together some he fiddled with the page of the book he was reading for a moment, eyes set on it but not really taking in the content that was there. Amycus knew that Doe was probably in a tight situation at he moment, and if he was going to be feeling any guilt at all, it would be about that. During the game it had been all Alecto for him. The people in the crowd had faded away and he hadn't once allowed them to be a distraction. He had momentarily forgotten that Doe was bound to be in the crowd and sadly, he wasn't sure if he had been aware if he would have still done the move or not. A part of him knew that what he did was a big deal to her, but he felt like he had to put himself on the defense as well. Quidditch was a sport and people got hurt. When the Gryffindor's walked onto that field, they should have been ready for anything. Not only that, but their own Beaters should have been doing their job too had they wanted to keep their Captain out of harms way. The blame for James Potter ending up in the Hospital Wing was placed over both Alecto and his heads now and that was something he'd deal with once he got the ability to handle it.
For now, though, he'd stay within the company of the Slytherin House - who in turn seemed to appreciate them instead. It felt good to walk around the common rooms without feeling so stressed, as he usually did. With a light sigh he tilted his head back against the arm rest, eyes shutting and after a second he allowed himself to relax. Ignoring his problems wouldn't get him very far, but luckily he didn't plan to ignore them for long. Just long enough until he figured out what the best way to go about handling them would be.