WHO: Amycus Carrow and Adrastos Carrow WHEN: January 4th, 3:10PM. JUST after the attacks WHERE: Hogwarts, the quarters of Adrastos Carrow
It was a secret to nobody that Amycus Carrow held nothing but hatred for his father. Adrastos Carrow had always alienated his son, unintentionally of course, but alienated all the same. He was awful to Alecto, he never listened to a word Amycus had to say, he was traditional to a fault. But, he was still his father, and Amycus was helpless to stop what he was about to do.
He hadn’t felt this way in years. It had been a long time since he had felt excited to tell his father anything, but something in his brain was different, which is why Amycus found himself rushing through the castle in the direction of his father’s quarters. He had only just returned to the castle, his mother’s dead body on his shoulders. He had quickly deposited her with the rest of the deceased, ignoring the suggestions of the professors to perhaps sit and talk with something about his loss. Amycus wanted to snort at that. (My loss.) He had hardly looked at his mother when she was alive. He didn’t feel very sentimental over her being gone. It had been a long time since he held any sort of affection for her. Once that was done, he was off.
He pushed through the door, choosing to not bother with knocking. He didn’t have time for silly notions of respect. He was still covered in gore, covered in blood, but he knew that his father would not care at all. He slammed the door shut behind him, a grin as wide as ever on his face, “Father!” He exclaimed.
@adrastoscarrow
