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.
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...
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.