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Dear Sirius,
I would like to apologise for the other night. You were completely right to be angered by my reaction. It was thoughtless and stupid, not to mention disrespectful.
I was surprised. I never expected to be approached. I didn’t know how to handle it.
Sorry.
No hard feelings, please?
Atticus
Scabs,
You’re an idiot.
But I forgive you.
I’m a little hot-tempered sometimes.
Take me on a date to make up for it, eh? Wine and dine me. Woo me.
xo, Sirius Black
Feb 2nd, 1979, about 8:30 p.m.
[An owl tracks down Amycus, carrying a hastily written message on a ripped-off scrap of parchment.]
Look, Carrow, I’m going to use small words. You are going to pretend that I’m spending the night with you. Anyone asks, especially teachers, that’s your story. I was upset, you comforted me. You don’t want to talk about what upset me, it is my private business. Use your creativity right small words Make up a story. I’m with you all night. Anyone asks why I’m not at breakfast, tell them I’m still asleep.
I have to sneak out, and Flitwick is suspicious. I would rather the teachers don’t know that we sneak out all the time.
Please! You owe me.
Amycus cocked a brow at the letter and absently did up his pants, ignoring the Hufflepuff 6th year currently bent over a table with her skirt rucked up around her waist.
Opening it, he scanned the page and then frowned slightly.
Hmm... that could be... difficult... with the skirt he'd just put it to...
He thought for a moment and then shrugged. Whatever. Might as well make her part of it.
"Mmm... knew he'd give in eventually," he purred.
Beatrice blinked at Amycus, still panting and shivering. She hadn't expected it to be difficult to get Amycus Carrow to have sex with her and she'd certainly made sure that Steven had seen it when she'd led him from dinner and into an abandoned classroom. She wanted him to see it. Wanted him to see that she didn't give a damn if he'd screwed around on her. There were plenty of other men and she was so over him.
She just hadn't though about how it would feel afterward...
"I... whut?"
Amycus glanced over at the brunette and cocked a brow, "Huh? Oh, Scabior." He gave her a lascivious grin, "He always comes back for more..." He grinned and absently folded the letter, tucking it into his robe pocket and then frowned at her, "Uh... you need me to finger you a little before I go? I... did you get off? I wusn't really paying attention."
Beatrice starred at him as though he'd just grown a second head, every ounce of 'self-righteousness' she'd been feeling that hadn't already been destroyed, being completely eradicated with every word he said. She swallowed, licking her lips and said, "Ah... n-no I'm... I mean yes I did and... wait... did you say Scabior? As in Atticus? You're going..." she blinked from him to the empty classroom to him again and finally said, "I mean... we just... I-"
Amycus nodded, "Oh. Good." He gave her an absent, almost bored smile before turning and sauntering out without so much as a backward glance, completely unaware that the girl starred after him... then slowly sank down and began to bawl her eyes out, hating herself, and him, and Atticus Scabior and Steven most of all.
Fucking MEN!!!!
howler: January 6th
YOUR INCOMPETENCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS! IF I EVER END UP IN AZKABAN PLEASE DON’T TRY TO GET ME OUT! YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO LIBERATE A COCKROACH!
Amycus stares at the howler as it slowly tears itself to shreds and for perhaps the first time in his life, he doesn't get angry at the word stupid or charge off to show the little fuck some respect...
Because he's right. He is stupid. He's so fucking stupid. And he needs her so much and she isn't there and he can't... he just fucking can't. At least with Igor he could forget for awhile. He could concentrate on the fucking and forget about how he was going to get her out and how he could do this and what she might be going through...
But that only made it worse and now...
And then he sees the letter he curled up and threw against the wall earlier in the week. The one from Rosier.
And as he looks at the scraps of the howler, he finally lifts himself up from his knees where he collapsed, scrubbing his hands over the suspicious dampness on his cheeks... and picks up a quill to reply...
owl: January 5th
What have you done today to botch up your sister’s release? At this rate I might as well do it myself!
Do you think it’s fucking easy to steal 2000 galleons from Master Carrow you little fuck?! You think you could do better?!
I fucked someone she hates and the owls say she’ll hate me now and I don’t know what to do and I’m so fucking scared and I fucking need some help and-
I told you to piss off. So piss the fuck off!
owl: January 3rd
Carrow,
your father has put his best lawyer on this, hasn’t he? Or, I don’t know, who rich people hire to get you out of Azkaban, but this is being taken care of, right?
Atticus
Scabior,
Master Carrow says she can rot for all he-
I have to do this on my own because no one will help-
I am so scared Atticus. I need-
I told you it’s being handled. She’ll be home soon.
folly-of-arrogance said:
Scabs, is this random ass bottle of hangover potion your way of telling me I've got a drinking problem? Because if so, piss off you wanker, I didn't even drink last night. And NOO I will not tell you if I drank earlier in the day. Irrelevant rejoinder. James
besnatched answered you:
Are you trying to tell me you weren’t the one to send me owls waxing poetically about my biscuit? Atticus P.S.: You’re welcome. Next time I’m sending a Howler instead.
Scabs,
You've a lovely arse mate. Very firm. Having said that, I'm afraid not. In case you didn't get the invite yet, I'm getting married to a gorgeous ginger, your biscuit's all yours.
You have yourself a girlfriend then?
James
p.s. You wake me up with a howler and I'll make sure it's not Flitwick that gets shrunk this time.
