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SLYTHERIN: “Why so much innuendo, draped like ivy to hide a cesspool, when everyone knew the cesspool was there?” –Cesare Pavese (The Devil in the Hills)

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SLYTHERIN: “I know my value. Anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.” –Michele Fazekas + Tara Butters (Peggy Carter: Agent Carter: Valediction)

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SLYTHERIN: “Well, if you’re going to sin, you might as well be original.” –Ben Elton + Rik Mayall + Lise Mayer (Mike: The Young Ones: Flood)

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Confusion seemed to shape Amycus’s pretty features, and Marlene wondered what part of what she had just said had managed to confuse the young man so much. She went over her words, but found nothing that might be open to misinterpretation or confusion. It was not like she had used overly big and complicated words. Fine, she understood that Amycus Carrow might be the most literate person on the planet, but her vocabulary had been pretty banal. Why was he frowning like he had a thought clot in his brain?

Fortunately, his perplexity was set aside after a few minutes by whatever had distracted him and he was back to that perfect combination of Prince Charming and Playboy that was impossible not to play along with. 

“Oh no, I just hate to disappoint!” Marlene pouted, watching how Amycus’s sensuous lips played with the straw of her drink, implying all sorts of sinful treats. The girl’s shoulder flinched when his breath tickled her ear, stirring the golden curls of her hair. She giggled softly, not her usual childish giggle, but a much huskier one.

“Guess I need to be educated further on the act of…these secrets” she replied softly, pulling her blonde hair all over one shoulder so as to leave the inviting curve of her neck open.

A slight smirk slid over his lips when she giggled huskily and tilted her head to give him better access to her neck.  She was a delightful little thing.  He’d actually rather enjoy fucking her he was sure, but he could tell that that wasn’t what the woman had in mind.  She was still playing the game, still teasing and toying expertly.

It was still strange to him to meet someone as good at the game as he was, but he wasn’t complaining.  He rather liked the adorable, tantalizing way that she played.  

Still, at the last he couldn’t help smirking at her.  Leaning forward, he slid his lips to her ear and let his hot breath dance over her as he purred, “Ah, but a proper lesson would need to be done with a lot less clothes... and a lot more touching...”  He let his finger trail absently along her jaw and over to her lips, pulling back to meet her eyes as he purred, “And we both know you’re not here for that tonight pet...”

He winked and settled back, taking another drag on his cigarette.

Marlene & Amycus - Numpty

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“Sweet Cicely and Cinnamon basil! Of course!” As was often the case when strokes of brilliance were explained, the answer seemed obvious as soon as Amycus said it, but Tilden knew that it would have probably taken him ages to figure it out on his own, if he would have even figured it out at all. There were just so many different types of plants and combinations thereof. “That’s fantastic,” he murmured, eyeing the plant with all the more wonder for knowing what it was.

He turned his grin back onto Amycus. “Well, I know who to send an owl to the next time I wanna work with another herbologist on cross-pollination!” he said happily. The fact that this could, to the botanically-inclined, come across as an unintentionally flirtatious comment would be lost on him until several hours later, as is often the case with conversational faux-pas. “Not to mention if I ever want some really nice teas!”

Just thinking about the work and creativity that had gone into creating the plant was inspiration for Tilden. He’d been so busy with work at the apothecary’s and missions for the Order over the winter that it felt like forever since he’d last really dived into creative Herbology work. The giant beanstalk he’d created last summer was one of the last times he’d really done much experimentation. That and Arnold, the ambulatory Venomous Tentacula he’d created with Jessamine, another herbologist. He missed working on things like that!

“I can’t wait for spring,” he sighed, tapping a finger lightly on one of the plant’s leaves. “It’s always easier to think when everything’s green and growing. I wanna be out in my garden more.” His mind was teeming with ideas he wanted to explore. Plants he wanted to try growing and flowers he wanted to see.

Normally Amycus was the first one to cop onto potentially naughty comments and make the other person’s innuendo ten times worse.  Sex was who he was, it was what he did.  Even the Dark Lord had used his sexual inclinations and education to his own advantage by making him a recruiter at Hogwarts and would still occasionally send him on missions with the express purpose of having him fuck some information out of someone.

For once, however, Amycus’s mind didn’t immediately go to the naughty thoughts.  He was thoroughly fixed on the talk of plants and herbology and so, when Tilden suggested that he might come to him for work with cross-pollination, his entire face lit up with happiness and he nodded his head happily and simply said, “I’d love it!  You can come by any time!”

If Tilden only knew how much a wonder it was that Amycus wasn’t trying to seduce him, he’d probably be floored...

 I can’t wait for spring, it’s easier to think when everything’s green and growing, I wanna be out in my garden more.

Amycus beamed at the other man and nodded, “I know just whut you mean,” he said.  “But it’s easier here since I can put the weather proofing charms round the outside area of the garden and then I have the indoor parts too.”  He smiled happily and said, “You’re welcome to come by whenever you like.  I don’t mind and I’m sure they’d all like it too,” he said, gesturing toward the plants.

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Irritation sparked at the superiority in Amycus’ tone and Sep narrowed his eyes, biting his tongue on the rebuke that wanted to be voiced. Getting in a fight with Amycus wasn’t a good idea, he kept reminding himself. No matter how good it would feel in the moment.

At least Amycus wasn’t being a complete tosser, expressing interest in Tig and not acting like he knew everything about spiders, like he was doing with plants. “I feed her crickets and other wee bugs,” Sep said in answer to his questions. “And nah, she’d probably get eaten by one of the cats if she was in the garden. Or the dog. Or Ramsey’d step on her, tromping about, the great lout.”

The latter was said with some fondness. He doubted his best mate would hurt his spider on purpose, but he could see it happening by accident, one of the times when Ramsey was obsessively checking the wards around his house.

“She’s got a little garden of her own. Inside in a little glass… eh, what’s the word… terrarium, that’s it. Yeah. Up in the study.”

Amycus listened intently to the other man’s words.  People often thought that he was too thick to understand or really follow a conversation, but the truth was that he often heard far more than people realized and remembered things quite well too.  He may not remember them immediately and he might not even register the importance of some of the things that he heard, and he was far from a winning conversationalist, but he actually did listen and hear far more than people realized.

He smiled when Crabbe told him that the spider had her own little garden.  He didn’t really know what a ter-air-um was (something to do with cleaning the air maybe?) but he got the idea of a little garden all for her.

“If you can, you should maybe put in a little fruit tree.  I’ve heard spiders like fruit, she may like that,” he said.  “It’s too bad she can’t be in the bigger garden though.  She’d keep it real good and healthy.”

What is your favorite magical creature? What about favorite regular animal?

Dunno, there’s loads to choose from. I like nundus. As for non-magical… spiders maybe. Hard to say. I like most animals.

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Indignation mixed with pleasure in an odd sort of cocktail as Igor frowned slightly at Amycus’ words. It was a joke, he assumed, and there was a good chance he was misunderstanding it (not a rarity when it came to English jokes), but the impression it gave him wasn’t an entirely complimentary one. Was he joking about paying Igor to sleep with him?

It was difficult to concentrate on the words when Amycus’ hand was doing just as much teasing and of a much more enjoyable sort. Igor hummed in pleasure, but still there was a warning in the look he offered Amycus as he leaned back enough to look him in the eye. “I like my job here,” he told him, voice a bit strained as Amycus continued to stroke him. It wasn’t something he actually admitted very often. “And what would I be doing, working for you?”

He asked it with as much nonchalance as he could muster under the circumstances, but it was question to answer carefully. Igor wasn’t keen to have another argument with his friend, especially when they’d only just resolved the other one (sort of), but his pride – still smarting from that unexpected confrontation of emotions – was rankled enough by the implication that he didn’t want to let it slide.

A slight purr slid from Amycus’ lips when the other man’s voice came out strained despite his continuing to talk.  It was obvious that Igor was enjoying himself but was probably wishing he wasn’t.  

Absolutely adorable really...

At the question, Amycus shrugged as he shifted their position slightly so that he could nudge his hardening cock against the other man’s ass again.  He really did have the most delicious ass...

“Well I dunno.  You could keep track of my accounts.  Master Carrow is always saying I need someone to do that.”  He leaned forward to nip hard at Igor’s pulse, purring, “I promise, I’d pay better than this place.”  He stroked his cock along Igor’s ass again, just teasing him but not actually entering, “And there would be... lots of free time... to do whatever you like...” he purred.

Alone Again || Igor and Amycus

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  Amycus seemed to be putting a little effort into being, if not discreet, at least not blatant with his affection. Igor appreciated it. When it came to Amycus, between his tenacity and his lack of shame, it was pretty much the best that could be hoped for.

Igor gave the question actual consideration. It was late in the day and Volkov had already left for an early dinner with his family. Igor would be expected to keep the shop open until the usual time, of course, but he wasn’t all that committed to sticking to that obligation. He doubted Volkov would care that much, if he ever even found out. It wasn’t like it was a regular occurance.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding after adopting a thoughtful expression for a teasingly long moment. “Yeah, special enough for that.”

“I will need to lock the door of the shop before we leave here, though.”

A slow grin slid over the handsome blonde’s face when the other man agreed.  It was a testament to just how special Igor was that he’d actually been uncertain about whether or not he’d agree.  with anyone else, especially someone that he’d shagged before, the invitation would have been automatic, especially when he was going out of his way to be charming.

Not with Igor.  The Bulgarian always made him work for it.  He never knew for certain that he was going to get what he wanted.  And while that should have been annoying as hell, it was instead a very strange turn-on.

“No problem,” he purred with a wink.  “I can wait...”

Turning, he began to peruse the nearby shelves, not really looking at anything in particular (what did Amycus care about books?) as he waited for the other man to do whatever he had to do.  He was hoping that, since he was getting the other man out of the bloody shoppe, maybe he could even get him to come to the Townhouse so he could enjoy him at his leisure.  His cock was thickening just at the thought...

Do you like to be whipped? Struck? Cut?

…No? These are not good things, you know that, yeah?

Rough can be fun, but I am not Macnair.

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When he paused, Mary wasn’t quite sure why. She wondered briefly if something was wrong before her thoughts fled her head as he moved again. Her body hit the wall, and she found herself caught between it and him, pressing against both. She moaned softly when his fingers slipped beneath her jeans. Her own fingers clenched involuntarily, one hand tightening in his hair, the other under the collar of his shirt, against his skin. She bit her lip, watching the expression on his face when he felt how wet she was. How ready.

Merlin, but she had been practically ready at the club. The dancing had turned her on, his forceful manner and muttered words only serving to further ignite the flames in her body. She was glad that he had brought her here. Mary didn’t want to have to face tomorrow knowing that she lost herself so completely in the club that she let anything happen. In private, though, that was an entirely different matter. It was her birthday after all. She deserved a present.

She moaned again, this time against his lips when he pushed his fingers inside of her. Fuck but she was wet enough that he just slipped inside of her. Tongues tangling, she urged his into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue lightly, teeth scraping its surface.

Her hips pushed towards him, chest crushed against his. Her nipples were tight, hard buds under her bra, the friction from the material and his chest driving her wilder. “I want you,” she whispered back, kissing him. Her lips moved from his. “I want you,” she said again, kissing his jaw. Her mouth trailed down his neck, found his pulse point. “I want you,” she whispered against his skin, kissing him there. She did want him. His fingers, his mouth, his hard body pressed against hers, holding her in place. She needed the distraction he provided, the pleasure over the pain in her heart. She was getting wetter by the second with wanting, and she was sure he could feel it.

Gods but the woman was delicious.  In general, not that he realized it, Amycus had a tendency to go for men.  He was completely bisexual and found both sexes equally attractive and appealing, but if he were to be given a choice between a man and a woman standing side by side, he’d generally go for the man first.

Though as she whimpered wantonly against him and moaned hungrily how much she wanted him, at that moment Amycus might have made a different decision...

And he also had the last thing that he needed to take her.  Consent and desire spelled out fully... it was all he ever needed and she gave it perfectly...

Slipping his hand away from her, he didn’t give her time to regret the loss because he was already twisting to undo her pants.  He slid them slowly down her hips and then bent before her as he continued to take them down, kneeling at her feet and leaning forward to kiss first one jutting hipbone, then along the outside of her thigh, then her knee...  He worked his way down to her ankle and nipped at it gently as he pulled her jeans off of one foot, then the other, her shoes going with them.

Then he looked up at her from his position kneeling between her legs and purred, “Mmm... I think I may’ve had to much to drink.”  He hadn’t of course, he never drank more than a few sips of anything, but that wasn’t the point.  Looking up to meet her eyes, his own glittering hungrily, he said, “I should definartly have something to eat...”

Reaching up, he cupped the globes of her ass with both hands as he began to kiss his way back up the inside of her legs, purring, “Better to be... safe... after all...” he teased.

And then he slid her thighs wider apart and ducked his golden head between them, nuzzling and teasing at her inner lips for just a moment before he used his shoulders to spread her legs wider... and feasted.

Mary-go-round || Mary and Amycus || March 3, 1980

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“Well fingers crossed fer me ey?” He laughed. “Though I wouldn’t mind a little baby girl.” 

“Ha! Nah think I’d enjoy trying again for another.”  He’d forgotten how funny the young Carrow was. 

“She’s pretty great.” he agreed with a nod. He wouldn’t exactly go so far as to gush about her, but he was pretty ambivalent towards her. 

“Anything cool? Relaxing.. I mean..” He was always curious as to what other Death Eaters got up to. Partially so he could compare his own missions to the likes of the others. 

Amycus nodded at the other man’s reassurance that he’d enjoy trying for another child.  That was good.  Of course, he could just mean that he enjoyed sex and so wouldn’t mind having more of it, even if it was with some witch he hated, but it didn’t seem that way.  He looked like he was actually just... happy over the whole thing.

Weird.

Anything cool, relaxing I mean.

For a second Amycus was lost as to what the other man meant but then he copped on to what he was saying.  He was asking about his missions.  

Which should have been obvious since it was Amycus who had brought it up in that context in the first place but... he was Amycus...

“Oh, nothing all that special,” Amycus said absently, “Just...” he frowned.  He didn’t really do the whole cloak and dagger thing.  If the phrase had been said to him, he’d have asked if the person wanted to borrow his dagger or was telling him that they had one under their cloak.  And the term ‘metaphor’... 

Well let’s just say that Amycus didn’t get subtlety... in any form.

Reaching up to scratch his head, he finally said, “Just... doing whut I’m told.  You know... relaxing...” 

What's your opinion on the Carrows?

Carrow sr. is a pretty groovy fellow. Don’t know ‘em well, but from what I’ve had the chance to interact with him..

Alecto is a charming girl, uh, driven. Her brother, well he’s the daft one right?

They were really cute as babies, I remember holding one once- mighta been Amycus.

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He seemed like such a little boy here in her arms. She was on his lap, but he was cuddled into her, his face to her neck like a frightened child seeking comfort. It was so different from the last time she had seen him. Then he had been decisive, in control. What he had wanted from her was certainly not comfort. Mary was intrigued to see the different sides of Amycus Carrow, and how the fright had affected him.

She shivered a little at the kiss to her neck, the touch of his lips surprising. At least she managed not to jump, though she was sensitive there. Mary was wary about her neck. She knew how vulnerable it was, how vulnerable it made her. If she had not been in his arms, Mary might have rubbed the spot where she had been bitten weeks before, hard enough to draw blood. But she was, and she used Amycus and his touch to anchor her to the present as well, and keep her away from her memories.

The laugh that escaped her was light, and a little breathy. Mary had been right to think that he didn’t recognize her. But her smell? That he remembered. Of course they had been rather wrapped up in each other last time. His scent was familiar too, but she had known him without it of course. She had known him in the first place. Had willingly gone along with him and his body. She shifted a little in his lap in remembrance. She had crept out of his bed the next morning, though rather than face any awkwardness. After all, Mary was a Halfblood stranger in his bed. She hadn’t been sure of her reception without the lust haze in his eyes.

She smiled, blushed ridiculously at his words. Obviously she knew he found her attractive. He had proven that several times over already. Still, the appreciation in his eyes warmed her. His gentle touch touched more than her hair. “You learn something new every day,” she quipped, laughing. “Anyway, it was hardly brave,” she shrugged, leaning in and pressing the tip of her nose lightly against his. “More like foolish.” They had been a mob, after all. But Mary had right on her side, and she had thought that was enough. She didn’t need anything else except her wand.

Amycus instantly shook his head and framed her face gently, looking into her beautiful eyes as he said, “No it wus brave.  Extremely brave.  They were mean and they were hurting me and you just...” he shook his head in wonder, “you just stopped them...”

He sighed and leaned forward to brush his lips gently along hers, saying softly, “Thank you,” and cuddling against her again.

Amycus didn’t need to remember that he’d already bedded her in order to get touchy feely with her.  It was just who he was.  She had saved him and was now determined to be good and sweet and he liked her.  And people that Amycus liked, he tended to be physical with.  

Which was probably part of the reason that there were so many rumours about he and his Lecty, not that Amycus realized it.  Whenever they were near one another he was touching her or cuddling her or just being near to her.  It was all non-sexual, it was just who Amycus was, but other people didn’t often get those kinds of subtleties... nor were they likely to start when Amycus had a tendency to break jaws for idle comments rather than try to talk them out...

Now that he was feeling more himself, he finally settled back with a sigh of pleasure and relaxed with her in his arms... at least until he shifted slightly and felt the stickiness on the back of his neck.  He frowned slightly and reached up to touch his golden hair and his hand came away slick with chocolate.  

Pulling a face, Amycus shook his head and said, “I forgot about that. I should probably get a shower.”

He glanced at her and then a mischievous grin danced over his full lips as he said, “I’ve probably gotten you sticky too... you’re welcome to join me if you like.”  After all, she was hot and she’d saved him.  And Amycus had been raised to consider sex a form of payment for services rendered after all.

He let his eyes linger on her lips and said, “And you’ve still never told me your name beautiful.”

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Ramsey had been lying back on the couch, watching a game and dosing with a tea in his hands. Charlotte had gone out with his mum so he had the place to himself. Its not that he wanted to be alone, but he appreciated being able to laze around without being given a list of chores to do by the missus. 

Besides, it was the end of the weekend and he had to prepare for work tomorrow, or so was his excuse. 

Ramsey groaned a bit and shut his eyes when a noise startled him back awake. His tea jostled and dripped onto his hands, causing him to curse and hurriedly find a spot on the coffee table. 

He pulled his wand quickly and jumped to his feet, waiting to hear another sound or some direction from where it had come from. The bell rang again and he made a face. “3pm on a Sunday?” he frowned, wiping his hands on his boxers while he started off towards the door. 

He checked the eyelet, not seeing anything. Funny, he thought it had been the bell. His hand tightened around his wand. It wouldn’t be Charlotte, she knew better than to try to open the wards alone. 

Ramsey unlocked the series of overkill locks and bolts that had their ornate and handmade oak door now looking like a prison cell. Finally he kept the deadbolt chain in place, opening the door a slight crack and peeking his face through, to see who was there. 

Any wonder he couldn’t see through the hole, it was an elf. 

“Uhhh, hullo?” He asked. They didn’t know any elves. “We’re not interested..” he barked, before starting to close the door. 

“You’re needed by Master Carrow sir.” 

Goyle frowned. “Carrow-Carrow? Like Sr?”

“No, Mister Amycus Carrow, sir.”

Goyle scratched his head, his forehead wrinkling with a puzzled frown.

“Hol’ on.” he barked, slamming the door shut. “The bloody hell?” he muttered to himself, setting off to find some clothes. 

Emerging several minutes later, the elf informed him of an issue with the floo network. Begrudgingly but definitely curious, Goyle packed a kit and set off to the Carrow flat. 

“Hiya!” Goyle called out, entering the flat with the elf. He glanced around, having never been in the place before. Seemed nice. Reminiscent of the other Carrow place, though definitely with a twist. 

“Its Goyle!” He yelled out, smoothing back his greasy short hair. 

The elf frowned at his rude barking, which Goyle just ignored. 

Amycus had already all-but-forgotten the floo problem.  He tended to get very upset over things of that nature but had a very short memory for the annoyance.  

It was actually very similar to the way that he treated insults.  He hated it when people insulted him and could get extremely upset about it, but he tended to get over the insults extremely quickly and move on as though nothing had happened even if the other person was still sitting round with a broken nose and wondering what truck had just hit them.

As it was, Amycus was in the garden and happily chatting at his mimbulus mimbletonia when he heard the shout.  He blinked in surprise at the sound of someone else in his home and quickly pulled out his wand when he didn’t recognize the voice...

When Goyle identified himself, however, he put his wand back away (though kept his hand near it, just in case, it wasn’t like most Death Eaters really trusted one another).  Moving out of the garden, he cocked a brow at the man and said, “Goyle... hullo...”  He looked around uncertainly and said, “Ah... did... we have a meeting...?”

Mooby shifted slightly, looking from her master to the man she’d brought at her Master’s insistence, then back to her master again before saying carefully, “Mooby... went and got the Goyle man... like Master said...”

When Amycus just continued to look at her with a blank expression that only Amycus could pull off quite so well, the Elf went on carefully, “For Master’s floo?”

Amycus’s ice blue eyes suddenly widened in recognition and he slapped a hand to his forehead, saying, “Of course!!  The bloody floo!”  He shook his head and moved forward, taking Goyle’s hand and shaking it as he said, “Thanks for coming mate, bloody annoying this!”

He then turned and proceeded to pull Goyle through the Townhouse by his hand, not really noticing the fact that he hadn’t released him.  Moving into the office, he pointed to the fireplace and said, “I wus right in the middle of a chat when all of a sudden it just stopped working right,” Amycus grumbled.  

He turned back to Goyle and said, “You fix these things right?”  Without giving the other Wizard a chance to respond, Amycus nodded and said, “So, you can fix it.”  He nodded in agreement with himself and then stood back as though expecting Goyle to just wave his hand and everything would be perfect.

Fix This!! - Goyle & Amycus

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“Your accent is improving wonderfully, but I’m afraid our time is up for today, Miss Carrow” her German teacher said, shaking her hand and offering her a polite smile to which Alecto replied with one of her own. “I’ll see you on Monday… and keep on practicing” she suggested and the girl nodded again.

“Of course, Fräulein” Alecto said, shaking her tutor’s hand before walking towards the fireplace. “Next Monday at the same hour, right?” She asked and the woman nodded.

After the proper greetings and watching her professor burst into emerald flames, Alecto sighed tiredly as she returned to the couch and sat down again. It didn’t take long for her cat, Lilith, to jump into her lap and demand some attention. She ran her fingers through her pet’s fluffy fur as she purred in return. It was her last class of the day and she was already dreading the return of Master Carrow. She never knew in which mood he would be in, not that any of his moods were beneficial to her, but if he happened to be in a good mood it was easier.

Soon enough, she found herself lost in her own thoughts as it usually happened. Alecto was always thinking, whether it was about the previous lesson or a task that she had to do for the Dark Lord, her mind was always functioning and she was pretty sure it never stopped.

You should change your clothes and wear what Master Carrow bought you the other day… that’ll have him in a good mood.

“No” she replied quietly. Even if the voices were right, she wasn’t going to do that, she still had some dignity. She wasn’t going to wear that…outfit unless he asked for it. Lilith was rubbing her head against her hand and at first, Alecto thought it had been her cat when she felt a funny feeling on her finger. She looked down to her lap and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary other than her usual jewelry, but then she felt it again. It was as if her ring – the one she shared with her brother – was squeezing her finger tightly and burning at the same time.

Her hand immediately stopped petting her cat and for that, she earned a petty nip from the animal. “Ouch, don’t do that” she hushed, gently placing the cat on the couch and stood up taking another look at the ring. The burning sensation was increasing and Alecto felt her insights twisting with dread… it was even worse than when Master Carrow returned home because this meant that Amycus was in trouble. No, it was trouble, it meant that he was in pain.

She started pacing around, wondering what the hell should she do, where could she find him? He probably wasn’t at the townhouse, only a fool would try to break in there and hurt him. Did he have a mission? That sounded more likely. But she didn’t know where this mission was so she couldn’t go looking for him. All she could do was feel her ring burning and squeezing her finger more and more until she heard a faint pop that nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Gritzle!” She gasped, her stomach twisting painfully at the look in the elf’s face. “Where is he? Where’s Amycus?!” She demanded.

“Miss Alecto! Master Amycus is hurt, miss, you need to help him miss!” She pleaded, gripping from the skirt of her dress and pulling from it so she could follow her. Of course Alecto didn’t waste any time and apparated with the elf back to the townhouse. The second they landed on the living room, her heart sank at the sight of her brother.

“Amy?” She said softly as she approached to him and crouched down so she could be at his level. “What happened?” She asked as gently as she could and carefully pushing the hair away from his face. “Who did this to you, hun?”

It was supposed to have been routine really.  Just another mission.  Kill a few blood traitors, set a Dark Mark, etc etc.  He’d been on dozens of these types of missions before and it wasn’t really a big deal to him.  It wasn’t like it was him who did the killing or any of the other bad things.  It was the other him.  The one from the other worlds.  So why should he really think much about it once it was over and the other him who did all that killing had done his thing?

Except that this time, the random blood traitor had had an unexpected visit from Alastor Moody.  Alastor-fucking-bogeyman-Moody!!!  He’d shown up and all of the sudden Amycus had been fighting for his bloody life!  The blood traitor had been a nothing, not even worth the time that it had taken to toss up a shield but Moody?!

Amycus whimpered as he forced himself to aparate from a few different safe houses before he finally made it to his Townhouse.  Lecty had always been clear on that.  Hit the safehouses first, never go straight home.  Take different paths, different twists and turns so that they can’t trace you.  Must be safe, must always be safe...

Her mantra had been said to him so many times that following it had been as easy as breathing... though, to be fair, breathing was pretty damned far from easy at the moment.  Yet still, he was fairly certain that he hadn’t been followed when he stumbled from his final aparition into the entry of his home... and finally wrenched away the Death Eater mask that had been obscuring his features and the blood soaking his lips.

He whimpered as he forced himself forward, trying to make it to the bathroom where he kept some essence of dittany.  The fucking Head Auror had been far too clever with his cutting hexes by half as far as Amycus was concerned.  Wasn’t he supposed to be the good guy?!

Amycus only made it to his sitting room before the pain and blood loss finally took their toll and he collapsed forward to the sofa.  His hands were covering his stomach where the biggest gash was, but there were others all over his stomach and one had damned near broken his leg.

He really, really didn’t like that Moody guy...

Not even hearing Gritzle as she came in to ask if her Master needed anything, Amycus wasn’t aware that the elf had rushed out.  He was slipping in and out of consciousness when he felt the slide of hands along his hair.  He knew instantly that it was his Lecty, he never mistook her for anyone else. 

And he almost felt some of the pain dissipate at her touch.  

“Lecty,” he said huskily.  His head lolled forward slightly but he managed a weak smile as he said somewhat dazedly, “You’re home with me... that’s good.  You should always be home with me...”

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 Alecto was relieved that he didn’t insist with the spoon, it would’ve made her feel slightly self-conscious. She knew how much he worried about her because she worried the same amount about him, and she could understand that her not eating (in front of him at least) wouldn’t ease his worries. For someone who didn’t know how to be too empathetic, it was very easy when it came to her brother. She would feel terrible if he weren’t the one eating, she would be incredibly worried about his health and mental state; after all, that’s where the problem started for her.

That was exactly why she never told him what Master Carrow did to her, what their father often forced her to do. It was sickening enough for her; she didn’t even want to imagine how it could affect him. If the tables were turned, Alecto wasn’t sure the guilt would let her live. She would probably go in a killing spree mood and she would make Master Carrow pay, and she would return the favor only twenty times worst.

Her face brightened up when he started talking about flowers. Alecto knew how much he liked plants and how amazing he was with them, she also knew he rather keep that to himself so she made sure to talk about it when it was just the two of them. 

“That sounds wonderful, hun” she said sincerely and offering him a wide smile. “You’ll have to show me later” she added cheerfully and took another spoonful of the soup. “Did you plant some peonies? You know how much I like them…”

She took a few more spoonfuls of the soup, it was delicious and it felt wonderful to taste something other than just tea and an occasional slice of apple if she was feeling dizzy.

“Me?” She asked and took another spoonful of soup, she almost finished the bowl, but she purposefully slowed down, not wanting him to make her eat anything else. “Same as always… I’ve been reading a lot, I’ve been thinking of starting to learn a new language” she shrugged and then perked up, remembering something. “Oh! Last week I resumed my ballet training!” She said quite excitedly. Of course she didn’t mention what she had to do to convince Master Carrow to let her do it, but the important thing was what she got, not what she did to get it, right?

Of course not, Alecto.

“How could I ever not plant peonies for you?” Amycus asked with a laugh as he went back to his soup and took another bite.  He was determined to ensure that his beloved sister ate as much as possible but keeping things casual seemed the best option.  

For now.  He was not going to let her leave with only a bowl of soup in her belly... not considering that even Gritzle hadn’t known how long it had been since his Lecty had last eaten.

When she told hm that she was planning to learn a new language he almost rolled his eyes.  He would never understand her fascination with learning.  By the Gods, they had just finally gotten out of Hogwarts.  Who would ever want to willingly subject themselves to more studying if they weren’t being forced to do it?

Not, of course, that Amycus ever did much studying.  He’d made it through school on the back of his looks and Master Carrow intervening wherever necessary.  

Well... that and fucking the head of the OWL’s department after Master Carrow had set it up.  The old bastard had just about broken his jaw he’d fucked his mouth so hard, but Master Carrow had said it was necessary so he’d done his duty the way he was supposed to.

When Lecty said that she was going to be re-starting her ballet, Amycus’s eyes widened and a smile slid over his handsome face.  He took her little hand in his and said, “Really?!  Aw Lecty that’s wonderful!!!  I know how much you enjoyed the ballet lessons!”

He’d tried to intervene when Master Carrow had taken them away, but all that had gotten him was more time with the Bloodsworths.  Of course, it hadn’t helped that the ballet lessons had been taken away right around the same time that Amycus had said he wouldn’t try out for Quidditch at school if his Lecty wasn’t allowed to do it.  

He’d earned himself an entire month non-stop with the Bloodsworths over that one... but he’d still refused to give in.  In some ways, Amycus was very much the son of Avitus Carrow, and one of those was his stubbornness when he was truly determined about something.  And he was damned determined that he would not play Quidditch, no matter that all the Carrows before him had been on the Slytherin team, if his Lecty wasn’t allowed, especially when he knew she wanted to.

Pushing those memories aside, he grinned even as he reached over and sliced thick sandwich on Alecto’s place into quarters and calmly held one out toward her.  He didn’t say anything, he’d already demonstrated that going back between the soup and the sandwich was fine and he’d even allow her to not finish the soup... but she was having some of that sandwich.  

His voice was calm and relaxed, however, as he said, “When do you get to start your ballet again?  I’ll come and watch.”

Brother Knows Best... For Once - Alecto & Amycus

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“Cuz roses are pink, in’t they?” Sep resisted rolling his eyes with some difficulty. Carrow was dim, but he wasn’t blind and even he would pick up on blatant disdain. “Probably reckon ‘pink’ sounds girly or something.”

He was always pleased to talk about his pets and he grinned at Amycus, warming to the conversation. “She’s a good size, ‘bout the size of my hand. My sister Theia sent her over from South America.” 

The gift had been almost enough to make him forgive his favourite sister for leaving England. 

Amycus rolled his eyes in a very superior fashion, “Roses can be all kinds of colours.  Sometimes they’re pink, sometimes they’re red or yellow or even blue or black if you get the cross polrinashun right and-”

He broke off, shifting and clearing his throat.  Talking too much about things that he shouldn’t know about.  Got to keep a leash on that.  “But... aye I suppose pink does sound girly,” he agreed.

Amycus’s eyes widened at the comment on how big the spider was.  “Oh man, that’s huge!  Whut sorts of things do you feed her?  Do you let her stay in your garden?”

What is your favorite magical creature? What about favorite regular animal?

Dunno, there’s loads to choose from. I like nundus. As for non-magical… spiders maybe. Hard to say. I like most animals.