WHO: Amycus Carrow and Emma Vanity, featuring Fanta Carrow WHEN: January 4th, 1978. Noon. WHERE: Hogsmeade Village. The Three Broomsticks.
What the fuck.
This was bullshit, really.
Amycus Carrow had found himself in a most undesirable position. Sitting at a table with his mother in front of him, and his new fiance, Emma Vanity, beside him. His mother had requested an audience with the pair during their Hogsmeade visit, and his father had informed him that it was something he would not be able to refuse. So, here he was, listening to his mother prattle on about things he most definitely didn’t care about.
“Are you two thirsty? Would you like me to order you some butterbeers?” The mousy, insipid sound of his mother’s voice assaulted his ear drums and he found himself leaning back in his seat, glaring angrily at the ceiling.
“You’ve already asked us that.” He said, looking back down to settle her with a most impassive stare.
“Oh, you’re right, aren’t you Amycus, darling? I’m so sorry.” She giggled, as if it made her any less annoying.
His mother began to prattle on again, but this time it was in Emma’s direction, for which he was extremely thankful. If she spoke to him another time for something so stupid, he thought he might reach over the table and throttle her himself. As it was, she would receive the treatment from his father later, so he remained still in his seat. The minutes ticked by, and he found himself tearing at the edges of the table cloth just to keep his sanity. How long had they agreed to go out for? An hour? Well, that was almost up. He found himself counting each second, in prayers that it would make the time go by faster.
It was nearly there, now. He’d counted for awhile, tuned out the voices of his mother and Emma, and was ready to make his exit when very suddenly, everything changed.
A noise so loud it sounded like thunder descended on the pub, and Amycus felt himself go flying from his seat. He smashed hard into the table next to him, and the wood crumbled beneath the weight of his body.
What the fuck?
His eyes whirled all around. First, he caught sight of his mother. She was a meter away from him, but she looked badly hurt. He heard her call out to him. “Amycus...”
“I’m just over here, mother.” He called back, but his attention didn’t stay on her. It was, instead, on the swarm of figures walking in through the door. They were robes of white, and the symbol of Grindewald sat on the front of their robes in a red as dark as the blood beginning to around his mother’s body. His eyes widened. Grindewald’s Army was here.
@omnia-vcnitas
