#amycuses

[jasminebf]

@amycuses

milo had no idea why it bothered him so much. last night, he’d been headed towards the towers for a meeting of the stargazing club. most of the people there didn’t even show up -- so he left, disappointed. however, on his way down towards his dorms, he passed the ravenclaw ones and saw ellie. he was always glad to see the blonde -- she was one of his best friends, however, what followed next made his smile falter. ellie with amycus carrow, out of all people, looking.. a bit too close. walking in the ravenclaw common room. milo had no idea why the sight of it made him feel.. the way it did. irritated. jealous. concerned. élodie was his friend and he was simply worried about her. that had to be it. the carrow didn’t have the best reputation, especially when it came to his outbursts and being prone to violence. not to mention the numerous time he’d bickered with the slytherin. it simply wasn’t safe for ellie to be around him. that had to be the reason of his feelings.

he spent the morning looking around the castle for amycus. he needed to have a talk with him. he needed to protect his friend - because if she was involved with amycus romantically, this wouldn’t end well. the mckinnon finally ended up finding his target while passing through one of the hallways and approached him, cutting him off from walking away. “carrow.” milo called out, the tension clear in his tone. “we need to talk. about ellie - and your intentions.” 

[emmesvcnces]

she had managed to get in, which was still surprising considering she probably wasn’t someone they’d normal let through the door -- maybe it was amycus’s influence? her boyfriend wasn’t really known for his lack of tantrums. seated on his bed, she attempted to relax, but she was lost -- she didn’t know how to word something without coming off jealous. it wasn’t something she felt, surprisingly -- she was more unsettled and curious about what she didn’t know than caught up with feeling betrayed.

she sat straight at the sound of the door opening, mustering up a smile as she locked her eyes on him, “andromeda black -- is there something i don’t know?” she really needed to learn to filter herself, or at least beat around the bush for a bit, “she approached me in the library -- made a point of wanting to return your jacket and being in your dorms--” she trailed off, her gaze searching his. she didn’t know what she was looking for, but her curiosity needed to be sated before she drove herself mad with wonder. 

@amycuses

[rcbcstanlcstrange-blog]

“okay -- i know i’m LATE --” dropping his bag on the bed as he loosened his tie, “which is so bloody ironic that i want to bang my head against the wall, i was lecturing prewett on punctuality the other day --” he added, regaining his breath, “it’s just -- the quidditch plays were mucked up and i was fixing those, lost track of time and then i spent some time in the broom closet, no no - no fun there --” he added, “i was hiding from this fifth year -- rumour has it that she specializes on love attacks -- quite the potioneer when it comes to love potions--”

“what did i miss?” 

@amycuses @rczier

[emmesvcnces]

“milo mckinnon -- are you fuckin’ serious?” it was like word vomit, she stopped in front of him, not even sparing a glance at his friends, she didn’t care. 

“classroom -- now--” she hissed, not even bothering to turn to see if he was following -- she knew that he would, “how could you?” 

@amycuses

[jasminebf]

@amycuses

milo had spent a whole twenty minutes in the library with an arithmancy book in front of him, reading the same page over and over but not really grasping anything. his mind was just elsewhere -- with all the past events and encounters that had happened. emmeline, emma, hestia, ellie, rabastan -- it all replayed in his head and he was unable to focus. the mckinnon had been so invested in his thoughts that it took him a while to notice that someone had approached him. putting his book down, milo saw a painfully familiar face looking rather hostile. amycus carrow in a library? yeah, he most likely wasn’t there to be his study buddy. “oh, hello there, amycus. anything i can help you with?”

[emmesvcnces]

“if i tell you something, can you please promise to not FREAK out?”

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[parshingles]

02. the high priestess, 18. the moon

02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?

for the most part, par follows his heart. there are certain decisions that he makes that involve logic, sure, but when presented with a big decision, one that might change his life, he listens to what his heart has to say. will he be happy? will it help others? these are really the only two questions he asks himself and he tries to move on from there.

18.  the moon  : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?

par longs for companionship. he has it, sure, but it’s not something that he particularly has gotten a hold of. sometimes he can be a bit mopey about the fact that he doesn’t have someone to love. it’s probably realistic, although par wants an unrealistic 24/7 sunshine and rainbows kind of love. his desire to love is realistic, but his expectations are not.

[parshingles]

🍊, 🥭

🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes?  

Yes, yes, and yes? Par is the king of crushes. He literally falls in love with someone who he meets on the street that day. On the flip side, though, his romantic pursuits ( noble as they might be ) often do not come off that way because of their abrupt nature. He has never had a relationship last, and if they did, then it was very one-sided. Still, that hasn’t spoiled his attitude to love. Although, like everyone, he does sometimes feel as though he will end up alone with only his inventions ( and maybe a few cats ) to keep him company.

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero? did they move away,  or do they wish to?

gaspard still visits his hometown often, since his grandmother still lives in the house he grew up in. his mother has finally moved out on her own, although not too far away, just into the main village ( she even started her own jam shop, which makes par swell with pride ). that being said, his home does mean a lot to him, and he is proud of it, but he wished he knew more about the life that he didn’t have. his father, particularly, is still a giant question mark, despite the one time he saw him in his grandmother’s bakery. will he ever know about that part of his world? will his hometown ever be complete? it haunts gaspard to know that his father wants to know him, but can’t. it haunts gaspard to know that he wants to know his father, but never will.