The Crooked Kind || Amycus & Rodolphus
Amycus desperately needed some decent conversation. The more he had to rub elbows with filth, the more he almost convinced himself they weren't entirely disgraceful. The very thought of it made him want to throw up. He needed civilized company. He needed to spend time with a friend. One of the few he actually had. God he needed his best friend. Rolling over on his bed, he chucked a wadded up piece of parchment at Rodolphus's curtains.
"Rod," he whined, wriggling. He needed something to distract himself. "Rod, I'm bored." It's not they cared much about school work. Amycus's father had made it very clear that he was only in this school for appearances and the necessary grades. Mr. Carrow had made many things quite clear. One of his more lasting lessons: when you can't handle your emotions, hurting people can help.