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tagging: @miss-gretac

Amycus was here for mostly two reasons. To support his friends and to not get whispered about for not showing up. Bellatrix and Rodolphus both knew his aversion to parties, especially ones like these. But that wouldn’t stop people from wondering why Alecto was here without her twin. The Carrow heir. Even if they were all wearing masks, the purebloods were easy to spot if you knew what to look for. The Sacred 28 purebloods were even easier to spot.

Though, since he was here, he knew he had to be social and he could pretend to be the extrovert that those not close to him expected him to be. There were more women than men, making it easy to find a dance partner and most of the women were too polite to say no. And he could turn on the charm a little bit, enough to get him through a dance or two, if the woman so desired.

He scanned the sidelines, of those drinking and watching and he spotted a woman in a pretty blue dress. Not a pureblood. It didn’t look expensive enough to be worn by one to an event like this. But he supposed that it didn’t really matter, it was just dancing, not a marriage proposal. Amycus finished his flute of champagne and walked over to her. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he said, smiling. “I think I would remember a woman of your stature.” She was quite tall, not that he was intimidated or anything. Amycus did like a woman who was confident to wear heels while already being tall.

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tagging: @missalectoxcarrow

He had danced with a few women, drank a few flutes of champagne and laughed and the terrible jokes of some pureblood father (he couldn’t tell who at the moment). It wasn’t that Amycus was bored, but all the social interaction of people he didn’t know, or wasn’t sure of their identity of, was starting to take a toll on him. For a fraction of a second he had entertained the idea of not coming, but that looked poorly not only on himself but the Carrow family as a whole. Even if Alecto showed up, Amycus was the heir and Merlin forbade him to miss a social event that was being thrown by Bellatrix and Rodolphus.

It helped that he was friends with the couple, but fuck there were definitely more people here than just purebloods and he couldn’t help but wonder who all was able to weasel their way into the party. The masks certainly weren’t helping, that was for sure. Most of the women were easy to tell. New money was probably a half-blood, even if they were aligned with Death Eaters. Old money was always a pureblood and most of them were on their side.

Either way, he wanted to find Alecto (they had split up when they first arrived) and hear her thoughts on the party. And time for their favorite social event which was to look hot and judge everybody else. Even at strictly pureblood events, it was always a good way to relax as an introvert.

It wasn’t hard to find her and he made his way through the crowd to reach her. “Are you having as good of a time as your fake smile suggests?” He teased, smirking a little bit before taking a drink from his flute.

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tagging: @theivy-rosmerta

Amycus wasn’t really a party person. He was a little more introverted than his sister was. Not that he didn’t enjoy being around people, it was just...a party was a little different. And a masquerade ball at that. A party where he couldn’t even tell who he was talking to. Well, he figured out most of the Death Eaters and purebloods, but there were some faces he had no idea who they belonged to. But Amycus was also 28 years old and couldn’t just stick by the two people he knew or feel comfortable talking with the entire night. He picked up a flute of champagne from one of the servers, taking a drink. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but he didn’t feel like making his way to the bar.

He was on his way to go talk to Alecto, giving in to the need to be with someone he felt more comfortable with, when he bumped into someone. “Fuck,” he muttered, but managed to keep his drink from spilling onto the woman’s dress. It didn’t take long, or really at all, for him to recognize those eyes.

Ivy Rosmerta.

“Miss Rosmerta,” he said, smiling a little. “My apologies.” Ever since things broke off between them, they hadn’t really interacted. Not because they were avoiding each other (well, mostly because they weren’t avoiding each other), they just...hadn’t run into each other. He didn’t hold any ill will towards her, things were just...Well, it wasn’t like he had time for courtships right now anyway, despite what his mother wanted. “Are you enjoying yourself this evening so far?”

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tagging: @carrowxmycus·· where: alecto’s townhouse when: right after amycus murders gideon

The war seemed to be going relatively well for them.  They were quickly gaining ground at the Ministry, which was sure to give them the upper hand against the remaining opposition.  The opposition was nothing more than a nuisance, a buzzing that she would have loved to stamp out once and for all.  The blood traitors were the worst of them, the ones who were born with everything yet had chosen to throw it away for a cause they thought to be noble, but one that was nothing more than a losing battle.  As irritating as she found the opposition, she wasn’t ready to underestimate them quite yet.

Despite gaining ground, it was frustrating to feel as though she was never trusted with important information.  Especially when she was smarter and more skilled than most of the other death eaters, most of which walked around with a bumbling and arrogant stupidity that irritated her.  They were fighting a war, not in some vulgar contest to see who was the cruelest.  Calculation and intelligence were clearly underestimated traits when you were building an army.

And then there was the matter of her twin.  In her eyes, Amycus could do no wrong and she couldn’t see that changing any time soon, but she would have hated to see him grow careless like the rest of them.  There wasn’t much that truly scared her, but losing him was unthinkable.  And letting himself grow careless was surely the path to destruction.

It was as though she sensed the knock on the door a fraction of a second before it happened, and she strode across the room, wand in hand.  She knew in her soul that it was her brother on the other side of the door, though if it were anyone else she would strike first and ask questions later.

What she hadn’t expected was for Amycus to be covered in blood, and one of her eyebrows shot up.  The sight was almost upsetting, but it clearly wasn’t his own.  The corner of her mouth quirked upwards, and she stepped out of the doorway so that he could step inside.  “I take it your night went well.”

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He was never taught to lose. Amycus had always come out on top, even when he didn’t. He was the heir and treated like the first-born child, when in reality he was 27 minutes younger than Alecto. His father never taught him what it was like to come in 2nd place. That was the same mindset Amycus had going into the war. Losing wasn’t an option. But the opposition wasn’t exactly a hard target. They could target any muggles and it would be a decisive win. The Order couldn’t say that. They had to target them specifically and that was a much more difficult job. 

The war pulled things out of him that Amycus didn’t even know he was capable of doing. Sometimes leading attacks and being trusted with missions and information some Death Eaters weren’t privy to. Of course, it didn’t take long for him to realize that his twin wasn’t treated the same way. She wasn’t given missions to lead or allowed to join sessions where information flowed like firewhiskey. To him, it didn’t make sense. Alecto was just as smart as anyone else in those meetings, smarter than some as well. 

Alecto could do no wrong. His older sister was everything a Death Eater should be. She was everything a pureblood should be. She wasn’t made to be the perfect pureblood wife, a bit outdated if you asked Amycus. His sister, and Bellatrix for that matter, proved that their society was better with powerful women, and not just women like his mother. 

The mission he was currently on did not involve her however. Just him and Rodolphus and the Prewett twins. Rod and himself had each picked a twin that was theirs to torment. Both in the middle of the Order and from their information, trusted members as well. 

They had gone to their residence, nothing out of the ordinary. Spells thrown every which way in the dark. Rod had cast the spell to keep the lights off. The fighting was more brutal than Amycus had been expecting. The twins had put up a fight. Then, his wand pointed at Fabian. No, it was Gideon, wasn’t it? Oh well, he thought and with just a whisper, the green energy crackled in the room, hitting Gideon. No, Fabian. Amycus didn’t have time to think twice about which twin it was before he and Rod both apparated out of there, separately. 

He was under a streetlight when he noticed the red, shiny substance on his arms. Slowly, with an almost smirk, he reached a hand up to his face and the same substance was there as well. It was the blood of one of the twins. It didn’t matter which one. 

From there, he was able to make his way to Alecto’s home. He was still in the mask, just in case there was someone around, better to keep it hidden who he was until he knew he was safe. He knocked on the door in a familiar pattern. He smiled a little when she opened the door, letting the mask fall before going inside. “You could say that,” he nodded before casting a spell to clean the blood from his body. “One of the Prewett twins is dead.”

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Emmeline probably would have told her off for it, but Greta usually decided to walk home once she was done work for the day.  There was something nice about being able to stretch her legs after sitting at a desk all day, and to gaze up into the sky as the sun set after looking at memos and notes for hours on end.  She could have taken the Floo network, but walking truly felt much better.

The streets were usually pretty empty these days, which made Greta’s heart hurt in a way that she couldn’t really explain.  It was difficult to continue on and be expected to do things as normal when so much pain was happening all around her, but she was doing her best to stay sturdy.  It was the least she could do.

Deep down, guilt continued to eat away at her for not getting more involved in the war effort.  Greta believed that Muggleborns deserved to exist in the magical world, and even further, that they shouldn’t have had to fight for their right to do so.  She didn’t think that any witch or wizard was better than any other sort of creature, either, and thought that particular way of thinking was dangerous and harmful.  But truly, she didn’t believe that there was a whole lot that she could do to help.  She wasn’t skilled in any way except for maybe with a quill and parchment, and it wasn’t as though she could write at the death eaters to make them stop doing nasty things.

Never in a million years would she have thought that she was interesting enough to follow, and even when the spell flashed past her into the sidewalk, her initial thought was that it must have been an accident.  Turning around to smile at whoever had sent the spell off, just to let them know that no harm had been done, Greta’s eyebrows knit together as she realized that nobody was there.

“Hello?”

Were they hiding because they felt embarrassed?  “It’s okay if that was an accident, I do stuff like that all the time.”

Eyes searching for the source, after a moment, she turned around with a small sigh, ready to be back on her way.  That was bizarre, but stranger things had happened.  Besides, it was probably best to get home before darkness fully fell.

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The only person who knew about his fascination with Catchlove was Alecto. Naturally. No one else needed to know what he did in his free time. He certainly didn’t ask any of the other Death Eaters and he didn’t expect them to share freely either. Still, Alecto had rolled her eyes in typical fashion. Not that she didn’t support him or anything, it was more her just being an older sister. There was no need to get involved in those who weren’t Order members, those were just aligned. But all she really said was to not be an idiot. Meaning, don’t get caught.

Hearing her voice just made Amycus smirk. An accident. As if he was some lowly muggleborn, just figuring out how to use magic. How insulting. However, he was a bit annoyed that she didn’t sound more frightened. That she didn’t seem worried that someone had cast a spell her way, accident or not, and now they were hiding. He peeked around the corner of the building he was hiding behind, watching her turn back around and continue her walk home.

Amycus came around from the building, still not in his mask. The distance was still enough to hide his identity. After following her for a few more minutes and starting to get a little restless, he decided it was time to wear the mask. “It’s dangerous to be walking alone these days, don’t you agree?” He asked, his voice slightly distorted by holding his wand up to his neck. And despite wearing the mask, he went behind another building, though this one was a bit closer to her.

The build up was always the best part. He needed her to be truly frightened before revealing himself. And the voice coming from seemingly nowhere was a good next step.

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Starter: @miss-gretac​ Location: The streets of London, dusk

It could be said that Amycus Carrow had bigger fish to fry than a lowly ministry employee. That he should focus on the bigger fish, the more powerful Order members. This was a war and that should be the main concern. But Amycus couldn’t help himself. He and Rod had gone after the Prewett twins earlier. That wasn’t really necessary, even if killing one of them was somewhat of an important kill.

Greta Catchlove was not a Prewett twin. While aligned with the Order, or more Order-adjacent, she wasn’t a target. But that had never stopped him before. Besides, with all the chaos of the past few days of Bellatrix and him wreaking havoc on a muggle hospital and the Hogesmead attack, he felt like he was riding a high. It didn’t matter how important she was. She was unnecessary to both sides and that was the most amusing part of it all.

It was a bit time consuming to go after someone like that, but it wasn’t like they didn’t have enough time in the day. He had heard about her from her position in the completely useless “Department of International Magical Cooperation”. If other countries didn’t follow their lead, then they would see the same filth and destruction to their own pureblood societies. Besides what did she know about magical societies cooperating together? It wasn’t even like she was a part of the one group that wanted to keep witches like her alive.

The work day, for those with “normal” jobs, was coming to an end and Amycus had already figured out the next steps. It had taken a few days, almost a week, to figure out her schedule and where her exit took her and even from there, the path she took on a regular basis. Did she go straight home? Did she linger? All things that he had to figure out before she could know of his presence.

But that was some of the fun of it as well. Knowing that he could follow her home without her knowing.

He stayed a reasonable distance behind her, not in the Death Eater mask just yet, so even if she did look behind herself, she wouldn’t be able to make out any details.

They were to the point of almost reaching her flat when he put the mask on, sending a simple spell to the sidewalk beside her, just as a warning shot almost. However, he pressed himself to the side of a building, not letting her know he was there just yet.

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connections 

Alecto - twin – partner in crime - some people may say “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”, but for the twins it’s the other way around. The two of them are as close as siblings could be. the war isn’t making it easy, with death and destruction at every turn. but amycus would do anything to protect his older sister. if you see one without the other, run.

Rodolphus – best friends – he is the brother that amycus never had. while not as close as his actual siblings, the two are as still thick as thieves and hatching out plots of chaos. if you see them both together, run.

Bellatrix – friend - he enjoys bullshitting her and being the friendlier of the twins. the two can usually be found sharing cigarettes and laughing at whatever chaotic thing bellatrix did that day.

Freya – friend – a very casual friendship. freya is sometimes a bit much for his likening, but sometimes that’s what need when you’re at the seediest bar you can find, talking shit without a care.

Gideon – enemy – it’s fun to torture the other prewett twin. rod has fabian and so it made sense for amycus to take gideon. really, there’s no true hatred for the other man. sometimes it’s just because amycus is bored and there’s no better way to spend his time. 

Greta – enemy – another fun mouse to play with. he knows he shouldn’t play with his food, but he can’t stop with greta. the naive girl who honestly has a boring life. well, amycus is there to make it a little more exciting.

Regulus – “mentoring” – somehow amycus got stuck with the task of keeping the younger Black sibling on task. he’s there to make sure regulus is focusing on the cause, the bigger plan and goal. even if it’s just a glorified babysitting job.

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