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subjective approval || gilderoy & amycus

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It felt like the morning was absolutely dragging on forever as Amycus rearranged the furniture in his room for the third time that day. Something about it just felt not right, but he was too bored of the old way his room had been set up. Maybe it didn’t need to move around, so much as he needed new things; as if this furniture wasn’t already rather new. Still, something wasn’t right. He sat on the floor in front of his book case, moving around books as they fit together with color and height. Title and topic didn’t much matter to him so much as the books being visually pleasing. 

A few minutes passed before he noticed the consistent tapping on his window. A glance over his shoulder let him see the owl perched and impatiently tapping away at the glass with a letter in it’s beak. He swiftly crossed the room and cracked open the window to the letter from the bird and swat at it when it tried to peck him for making it wait. 

Amycus scowled at the scrawled handwriting on the back of the letter. This wasn’t even his; this letter was for Alecto. With little hesitation he opened the letter, disregarding it’s addressee. If anything, he’d figured Alecto would tell him about the letter when she read it herself. It would just make it easier to read it now, wouldn’t it? 

He skimmed the letter for it’s contents, all too bored with the flowery wording. Halfway down his eyes skipped to the signature. Lockhart. Hm. Gilderoy was more Alecto’s friend than anything, he could admit that. He knew Gilderoy, but mostly in passing. He’d never been as interested in his big personality as Alecto had been. Gilderoy was certainly a character, just not one Amycus had been as interested in as his sister had been. 

The doorbell ringing drew Amycus’s attention away from his pondering and he looked to the ground as a house elf appeared at his feet. “There is a guest, master. A Mister Lockhart, here for Miss Alecto.” Amycus scowled at the little creature. Alecto wasn’t even home. Ass. Who invites someone when they’re not home? 

"Well. Let him in, I guess. Just, I’ll be there in a second, let him inside.” Amycus glanced over the letter again, eyes now catching that Gilderoy did say he’d arrive a while after the letter did. Alecto was a real shit. Amycus tossed the letter onto his desk as he went downstairs. He stopped in the middle of the staircase and stared down Gilderoy for a few moments when he first saw him. Not wanting to just yell across the room he descended the full way, looking over Gilderoy as the other man stood in the entrance hall. 

“Alecto’s not home. You can wait for her, if you want. I guess. But she’s, I don’t know. Fuckin’ gone. Don’t know how long she’ll be.” He looked off, unsure of what else to add. There wasn’t much else to say, was there? He wasn’t exactly sure how to be a good host. “You’re welcome to her alcohol. She leaves it in the library.” Served her right, really.  

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if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?

“…You get back at him. It’s worth it, the look on his face. It, really never gets easier. But you and Alecto will move out after school. And at least you don’t have to see him every day after that.” 

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🍓- Alecto Carrow, Cassandra Burke, Narcissa Malfoy, Davina Selwyn

send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?

“I’d fuck Narcissa. Just for Malfoy’s reaction. Befriend Alecto, cuz there isn’t anything else to do. Then. Guess I’d marry Cassandra, her family’s got a big business and all that. And kill Davina, since that’s all that’s left. No hard feelings.”

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what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it?

“Dying, I guess. Dying for no good reason, without living a full life. Whole bunch’a shit I’ve never done, yeah? Guess I gotta just. Not die. Til I get real damn old, or whatever. It’s not fun being old and alive. You just, sit around being sick and angry. Eating. Vanilla pudding…”

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☕️ talk about your ideal day

“Waking up, without a hangover. Eat breakfast for lunch, cuz it’s lunch time. Or dessert for lunch. Hang around my flat for a while, or with Alecto. Not see either of my parents or hear from them, at all. Not get bothered with any ‘work’. Get really good take away food from somewhere and probably eat it on my couch. Wait until it’s dark out, start a bar crawl til the sun comes back up. Maybe go home with someone. An’ waking up again without a hangover.”

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emoji asks 💫 (must be answered truthfully)

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone?

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be?

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend?

😘 talk about your crush or partner

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back?

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it?

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

💙 what annoys you about some people?

😤 do you get angry easily?

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change?

🍓 send me 4 names: kiss, befriend, kill or marry?

✈️ what is your dream city and why?

☕️ talk about your ideal day

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert?

💧 when was the last time you cried?

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say?

💚 who are you jealous of and why?

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why?

🙊 what are you ashamed of?

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?

☁️ talk about your dream universe.

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today?

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods?

🍑 what are you obsessed with?

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed?

😪 what are you sick of?

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker?

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person?

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies?

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored?

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams?

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you?

🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why?

🐴 opinion on __?

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person?

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help?

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad?

🌍 which country do you live in?

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words

🐵 which quotes changed you?

💭 do you keep a diary?

💫 who inspires you?

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why?

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?

🎬 what are some of your favourite films?

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory?

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?

Originally by  flowerais, who deleted the post.

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Starter Call

I’d like to do a few more threads with Amycus and he’s rather widely available.

Feel free to IM if you’d like something other than a general starter, or I may send you one. 

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When the fox hears the rabbit screams he comes a runnin’…but not to help.

Mason Verger–Hannibal by Thomas Harris

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alectocxarrow :

A grin lit up her face at his words because obviously he was right about their parents, who’s marriage was nothing more than a facade, hiding a more than damaged relationship. “Well I can’t say I know which deal they made but yes both of them were there… maybe she also just went to uphold the family name. You know people start talking if they never show up anywhere together and if there is one thing our mother likes even less than him it’s probably losing our reputation.” She replied as she shrugged, for all she knew they both deserved each other and she really didn’t have an ounce of sympathy for her mother. 

Amy’s capability of losing track of days and the places he’d been had always been something Aly had envied him for, feeling as if the days were getting longer every day and unable to escape the boredom. “One day you’re gonna get lost, I tell you. But well I went to see whether you were home a few times actually, before I gave up. Standing in front of closed doors is just an utter waste of my time, after all it could be spent drinking.” Winking at him she quickly scanned their surroundings. All night she had been feeling like there was something coming their way and even though her senses were dimmed by the alcohol she tried to stay on top of things. 

time just to miss out on the actual action. You could stick around for a while though, keep me some fucking halfway enjoyable company, huh?” There weren’t too many people she was able to spend time with without feeling like she’d go insane any second after all. 

She saw her own impatience and boredom mirrored in her brothers all too  familiar eyes, suddenly disrupted by a burst of excitement. His words made her grin even though the way he suddenly grabbed her made her spill some of her precious liquor. “Wouldn’t that be something, huh?” She asked back, looking around, imagining the horror, the panic. “I think something is about to happen anyway. There was talk at the ball and everybody is super tense. At least I’m surely fucking hoping for it. Otherwise… Perhaps we should start our own damn mayhem, brother.” 

Amycus squeezed his sister’s shoulders for another brief moment before letting go of her to straighten up again. The dull rumble of people talking throughout the pub was a pleasant noise that drew some of his attention away. He wasn’t catching much of any certain conversation, just the way the air vibrated in the packed bar. 

“Somethings happening? And no one told us?” It had been weeks since he felt that familiar burn in his forearm, the Dark Mark barely a pale pink as it lay dormant. “Something real happening? Everyone’s sense, with a fucking wand up their arses. Is it, us? Or those fucking Aversio punks?” 

His attention was drawn at a group of party-goers yelling and cheering about each other. When it didn’t seem to be much of anything important, his attention was pulled back to his sister. “It must be-No, it wouldn’t be that important and they didn’t tell either of us. Is it secret? Who told you about it? Was is the Lestrange’s? They always get the good shit first.” There was a bitter tone to his words. 

He wasn’t exactly mad though. As much as he wanted in with the more important and secret information the Dark Lord’s inner circle got, he definitely didn’t ant any of the responsibility that came with it. He was mostly fine with orders to kill and maim. That was his specialty, after all. Causing mayhem was much easier than carrying out specific orders, after all. And much much more fun. 

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△ What is one thing that would make you shift loyalties?

3/10

“What’s there worth changing for? Unless someone could really prove they could beat the Dark Lord, there’s no reason to. But. Even if they could, I don’t want anyone comin’ after me, or my sister.” 

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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little-marlene :

Date: April 13th Time: 2:00am Location: Diagon Alley @carrows-cruelty

There was something unnervingly comfortable that Marlene found in the silence of the night. Her mother had always warned her that night was when the odd ones came out, those who lived in the shadows because the day wouldn’t accept them. She hadn’t been wrong, Marlene supposed, but her daughter had certainly shifted, far away from every bright hope her mother wanted her to be. It wasn’t her fault. The people one could find at night were fascinating, all eccentric in their own ways and she gravitated towards them like a moth to a flame, fascinated by the dwindling light in their chests. Now especially, the days had become louder, wizards and witches flocking to the streets to defend their sides in protest. 

As much as Marlene enjoyed herself at such events, basking in the sound of shattering windows, enamored by the energy around her, it grew tiresome. Why couldn’t the world just move on? Yes, people had died. Yes, one of those people had been one of her best mates. But no matter how much they shrieked of injustice, time was too fickle a god to roll itself back. And as much as they shrieked of injustice, no one had bothered to step up, certainly most of those engaging in protest hadn’t. Happy to defend another’s life just so long as theirs was safe under covers, tucked in tight. The thoughts tasted like bile at the back of her throat and Marlene’s fingers flexed, her tongue running across her top teeth.

She had been wandering, rather aimlessly since the most recent riot concluded earlier that day. Glass and wood crumbled beneath her feet despite the last spell being thrown hours earlier and the entire image was painfully ironic. Like the one left as the last standing, she made her way down the streets, occasionally offering a nod of recognition to a passerby. There would be no sleeping for her that night, hadn’t been for a while. Initially, grief and rage consumed her, but now the world was turning and Marlene was tired, furious at herself for laying in bed all day as if she had any reason to. She was alive, Merlin she was alive. Now, energy hummed beneath her skin, urging her onto her next adventure wherever it was. 

So she wandered and looked for something, someone to catch her eye. It was neon lights from a broken sign that granted her wish, reflecting off the skin of a man leaning against the shop. Clothed in a heavy jacket, Marlene made out steely eyes, downcast from beneath the hood. It took her a moment to recognize his features. Ah. Amycus Carrow. Perfect. “It’s a dangerous time for someone to be out lookin’ like you do.” She commented, shoving her hands into her pockets as she strolled over, kicking at the shards of wood beneath her feet as she went. Marlene didn’t ask, nor did she care what he was doing out in the streets of Diagon so early in the morning. Didn’t ask, didn’t care. If anything, she was glad. “Might wind up facin’ some men with too much liquid courage in their blood to know, care who you are.” Though drunkards trying to fight him was likely the least of his concerns. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what you’re out here for, yeah?” A laugh followed the words. Really, she figured Amycus would be thrilled at the chance to fight. 

Everything felt like it was floating. The air around his head was buzzing and humming, a constant noise and vibration filling his ears. It comforted him in a way, as if the world around him was close, but just close enough. Close enough to feel contained, but not too close, not restricting. Whatever was going on around him went ignored in favor of the comfortable buzzing. 

The world felt suddenly so alive all around him. Riots in the streets, people breaking things, the sounds of glass shattering. It was loud enough to make him flinch, but he loved the sound of glass shattering. He didn’t care what the riots were about, or who was rioting. Amycus only cared about the when and where so he could partake himself. He’d spent nearly all day lurking about in Diagon Alley and the surrounding streets, brimming with excitement at the mayhem around him. 

Through the evening and night things calmed, angry crowds turned to loners, who also slunk off to their homes or to emptied pubs to drink the night away.Perhaps it would all start again tomorrow. It was likely; a few days since this had all started, and a few more for it to all end. So many more opportunities to cause mayhem for the sake of mayhem. 

Suddenly words were ringing in his ears, and he parroted them back in a silent whisper as his brain was dragged towards the conscious world around him. Who is it? His eyes moved from the neon reflections in the wet cobblestones to a face. A pair of eyes that almost glowed; a mouth, a nose. They were talking again. Amycus watched their mouth move and in a delayed way processed the words spoken to him. 

Absently he nodded. When Marlene laughed, he laughed along with her though unsure exactly the reason. The smile from his laugh lingered as he stared at her face. “You look like a caged bird. a caged hawk. Haven’t been getting out much? Your eyes are brighter than the rest of you. Are you the same kind of restless I am?” 

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xeno-philius :

“S’cuse me miss, have you ever-” The woman Xeno was speaking at hurried off, and he turned his attention back to the crowd as a whole. That was when he spotted an all too familiar face through the crowd. His heart sank. For a moment his shouts caught in his throat, and he froze. It was an almost in-perceivable pause. Not wanting to be seen panicking, he very quickly regained his voice, and carried on. Although, he shouted with the just a tad bit less confidence, now, hoping against hope that the other man hadn’t seen him. That he wouldn’t be bothered. In the early hours of what was meant to be a carefree, fun night, Amycus Carrow was the last person Xeno wanted to run into, short of you-know-who himself. 

His attempt to avoid an altercation by ignoring Amycus became an obvious failure as he distinctly heard the click of shoes heading directly and purposefully towards him. Xenophilius felt his face heating up in a mixture of anger and fear. He kept his eyes directed pointedly away from the sound of the footsteps, wishing more than anything that he could avoid the altercation that felt increasingly inevitable. His very last shred of hope was torn away from him along with his clipboard. He glared at the ground.  

“The day is still young, Carrow.” He replied begrudgingly. He made an unsuccessful swipe for the clipboard, and huffed. “You and i both know,” He began, attempting to keep his voice steady. “that the witches and wizards in that ward aren’t going to be doing any de-gnoming any time soon. They’re hardly the problem.” With some difficultly, he forced himself to meet Amycus’ eyes with his own intense gaze. “I’d say the fault lies with certain wizards who are able bodied and abusive by nature. The kind who need to make themselves feel powerful by putting down others.” The tone in his voice made it clearly that he wasn’t really talking about gnomes at that point. “Either sign the paper or shove off.” He said suddenly, with a bite to his voice that surprised even him. 

Amycus stared down Xenophilius as the other refused to meet his gaze, a menacing grin on his own face. Wasn’t that a good feeling? Too damn weak to even look him in the eye. He held the clip board higher in the air as the other swiped at him for it, laughing again in the dull joy it brought him. 

He kept his smile as Xenophilus stared back at him though the joy hardly reached his eyes. His gaze was practically predatory as he glared down Xeno. Getting snapped at made his expression fall, smile quickly fading away for him to simply stare at Xenophilius with a blank yet intense expression. 

“Abusive by nature? Me? You couldn’t be talking about me, could you?” It took Amycus a few moments to even relize himself how tightly he’d started to grip the clipboard. How badly he wanted to reach out and snatch Xenophilus by the hair. That would cause a scene. OH no, he couldn’t do that, not in such a crowded street. 

Instead he started bending the clipboard, the weak wooden back creaking ever so slightly as he began to bend it too far. “You gotta learn it all from somewhere, don’t you? My father’s taught me a thing or two.” 

The clipboard snapped with a sharp noise, turning a few heads in their direction. Amycus dropped the broken board at Xeno’s feet and it clattered to the pavement harshly. 

“I would’ve thought I’d taught you a lesson or two by now. Apparently not though, huh?”

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alectocxarrow :

The change of location had been inevitable right from the start, seeing as Alecto would never be able to suffer through an entire night of vain and idle chatter with those people she mostly despised. Sure it had been fun for a short time and she has had a few of her friends with her but still… seeing her parents might had been the last step to completely ruining her mood but surely not the first. Even the fact that she was real properly drunk didn’t help in the end and she decided to go to Diagon after all, losing her heels and going for a pair of boots instead, she got on the way. 

Arriving at Diagon Alley the smell of alcoholic beverages and smoke already made her feel more like home than the heavy parfumes at the ball ever could. Quickly enough she got herself a cup of firewhiskey and made her way through the masses of people, most of them either strangers or people she’d avoid talking to at all cost. Maybe she wouldn’t stay for too long, after all she wasn’t really feeling like partying but more like drinking until she could be sure she wouldn’t remember tonight when morning comes. 

Looking for a bar that maybe offered a seating opportunity Aly pushed some people out of her way that were too slow to scather fast enough when they saw the without a doubt deadly look in her eyes. There were very little things that could brighten up the night for her and even less that wouldn’t be connected to an immense amount of blood. 

However letting her gaze wonder through the masses of dancing and chatting people it finally found a familiar face. The face most familiar to Alecto actually, the one she probably knew better than her fucking own. A grin instantly pulled at the corners of her mouth as she saw he was making his way over to where she was currently standing and she took another sip from her cup, raising her eyebrows in anticipation. 

When he arrived without a word but instead staring at her intensely she waited, left it to him to decide when to talk and when he did she grinned right back at him. “Well you know I’ve always preferred firewhiskey to that weak ass sparkly shit.” She started and let him take her cup, even though she wasn’t really the type for sharing when it came to alcohol. Well… he was her brother after all. “When it comes to the guests… Mom and Daddy showed up actually.” The irony in her words at those affectionate words was unmissable. “You were nowhere to be found otherwise we could have had a nice little family reunion.”

“While we’re at it, where have you fucking been?” Taking her cup back she took a big gulp enjoying the burning sensation in her throat. He knew she hated when he left without telling her, after all she was nearly as much of a restless soul as he was and would have surely accompanied him every now or then. “It’s really fucking annoying having to come up with excuses as to where you are all the damn time.”  

With his gaze constantly shifting from Alecto to the other crowding around them, Amycus simply raised his eyebrows at he mention of their parents. He was quiet again for a few moments before speaking, “Both of them? What’d you suppose Mother was bribed with, an expensive trip to Brazil? Gods know she doesn’t want to be around Father any more than we do...” 

He watched a few people stumble out and a number more stumble into the crowded pub as he mulled over Alecto’s question. “Where...?” he echoed at her, lost in thought before shaking his head. “Paris, a couple weeks. Spain. A bit in Ireland. Dunno. At home a lot. I’m home more than you think really, if you bothered to come ‘round.” Amycus bit his lip as he wondered where else he’d gone. 

“Next time you can come, or just take a turn disappearing yourself. I won’t be mad. Well, that’s a lie, I’ll be pissed. But you do get your turn, if you want it. Anywhere’d be better than this shithole of a country right now.” What would life even be like, with no war going on? Amycus pondered how he’d probably have gone to jail at least once by now. No war would drive him stir crazy, stuck in his father’s house all damn day long. The thought made him shudder. 

“I’m back now at least. I think. Not much else to do, really. I want something to happen, just anything.” His eyes seemed to light up as an idea struck him, grin spreading across his face, “Wouldn’t it just be great-All of a sudden-BOOM.” He grabbed Alecto’s shoulders to punctuate his statement, “Place explodes, this packed’a people. Gods imagine that panic. O-o-ohh, that’d be good...” 

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xeno-philius :

The streets of Diagon Alley had been packed all day in anticipation of the evening’s events. Decorations being enchanted into place, drink and food stands being piled high with all sorts of wonderful treats, music beginning to fill the air. Later, he would return to these streets, dancing, drinking, and taking part in all sorts of debauchery. But first? It was time to do something worthwhile, and with the crowds already gathering, the timing could not be more perfect. Xenophilius picked a spot that was out of the way enough to keep himself from being trampled, while still intrusive enough to catch the crowd’s attention. “Perfect.” He sighed contentedly, finally relieving himself of the half a dozen sings he had had tucked under his arms. They clattered to the ground around him. The magical writing danced and wiggled across the cardboard canvases. “Protect the Gnomes!” some of them read. “Say GNO to Violent De-Gnoming!” said others. There were plenty of variations, but they were all preaching the same message. Some simply featured painting’s of smiling gnomes sporting rosy cheeks and little golden halos.

He jammed the signs into the grass surrounding him, held the “Say GNO” sign in one hand, and a clipboard in the other. He cleared his throat and began shouting at the crowd as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Ladies and gentleman! Witches and Wizards! Open your eyes to the cruelty happening right beneath your noses! In your very own gardens! End the senseless violence against innocent gnomes! Sign the petition to outlaw gnome abuse today!” He went on like this, brandishing his sign and shouting his mind at strangers. Other then the wayward glare, or the barely-hidden snicker, he was ignored by the crowd. Not that he cared. They weren’t going anywhere. There was going to be free alcohol flowing on these streets in just a few short hours, and he had all the time in the world. “Save the Gnomes!”

Amycus had never been the biggest fan of crowds, but he was a pretty big fan of alcohol. Though the parties that had been previously promised for the night hadn’t seem to have yet to begin. Maybe if he hung around long enough they’d start, and he wouldn’t even have to go to the Selwyn’s party. 

He weighed the pros and cons of ditching the ball. It did sound nice, but his father finding out he’d skipped after being explicitly told to go didn’t sound as inviting. It didn’t feel likely that his father would find out, but the idea still lingered in his mind.

Shouldering his way through the crowds of people as he thought over his plans, his attention was drawn in by someone shouting on one of the street corners. He stared off in that direction as he approached, not quite able to make out the words until he’d come only a few feet away. He scowled at the enchanted signs floating about the street barker. 

Gnomes? Who cared about gnomes? Amycus, as mildly inclined to politics as he was, didn’t even know there was some sort of. Gnome issue. Sounded like one of those kinds of wizards who didn’t like house elves either, probably. Maybe even thought it was cruel to use owls to send messages, daft idiot. Who the hell was this? 

Amycus spent a few moments squinting at the person yelling and waving about a clipboard before it actually struck him. Couldn’t be-That Xeno kid? Well, it would fit, wouldn’t it? Amycus had always picked on the other for being weird and out there. And now here the guy stood preaching about. Gnome abuse. It seemed sad, almost. 

As he approached Amycus snatched the clipboard from Xenophilius’s hand before anything could be said, snickering and raising his eyesbrows as he looked at the man over the empty clipboard, “No signatures? Got  tough crowd going here, huh? Have you tried the permanent mental maladies ward of St. Mungo’s? You might get more support there.” 

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