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Both men were like vulcanoes, ready to spew their rage uncontrolledly, just racing one another about who would be first to explode. "Age. Age," Amycus sneered merely, "Only because you have been in the business since the beginning of time you are certain, that you are the Dark Lord's right hand? Has he ever said such thing to you?" The younger male sure was bluffing now and while it made him uneasy, he couldn't let it show in the slightest, merely grinding his teeth against each other.

Something about the other's smirk started to unsettle the male Carrow offspring vehemently, letting his formerly proud facade shackle slowly. "Alecto cannot turn down torture, she was born with hands to wrap around a murderous wand, born with a spirit to maim and kill, but not with a soul thinking ahead of her next three steps. She stumbled into this and you watched, held out your hand and led her down this slippery slope. You were the elder and wiser in that situation, and while she may now be feared she is also hunted."

A shake accompanied the end of Amycus’s words, and Antonin narrowed his eyes at him, soothing the anger under his skin with it as best he could. “I’m above you for the duration of my faith in the Dark Lord. I am his right hand, that makes me your better. My name is known in the Ministry because I opt for it to be, and if I so desired to, I could just as easily be out of their hands should I have wished to. I am superior, whether a free man or not. Unlike you, I have no qualms about being caught. They should fear me, every last one of them. And knowing my name, that makes me feared.”

Keeping a hand wrapped in Amycus’s shirt as he spoke, Antonin’s lips curved up into a distinct smirk as he paused to let his all too confident words sink in before continuing, now in a lower tone. “Your sister made the choice to come about with me, I forced her into nothing. The invite extended to come about with me on my mission could easily have been turned down, and she made her choice. Her name is as feared as any now, as it well should be. I made no choice for her. She made her choice. You’ve no reason to lay blame for an adult’s decision with me.”

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"Business?" Amycus grinned, but couldn't help the sigh escaping him. "You were out having fun and I'm fuckin' stuck with mudbloods as far as the eye can see and children." The last word had a near hysteric tone.

"Oh, you know, just away on business.”

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She seemed-- well, how could he describe it? To Amycus Alecto seemed crinkled. Like a piece of parchment that had been stained and was no longer of use. Hollow somehow too, he thought that any moment now she'd suddenly turn to glass and he could see that by now she was only filled with the smoke of her cigarettes, hollowed out to only be the reprensentive shell of herself. But the thick creamy filling was gone. He knew that there must be a reason why she was waiting for him here, glued to the chair and the ash tray. But as sure as he knew that there was a reason for her being here, he also knew that this conversation would be draining, and Amycus was blatantly afraid that it would drain the last bit of him.

In a moment of pseudo desperation he took a long and large gulp of his beverage; the coffee burned his tongue, his palate, his throat and stomach, but was soothed by the different burning of the alcohol. The alcohol shot straight up to his head, threaded into his blood and as if it hydrated him for the draining act that was to come, it braced him.

From the many times the two had met, and those meet ups had not always been strained, Amycus had acknowledged her suffering soon. She did not like it how she now couldn't strut down the street anymore and have people quiver in panic of her. She couldn't flaunt the streets anymore with her coat billowing as she mimicked the goddess her second name titled her; but instead she was now hunted down like a creature of terror in a folkloristic myth. Like the ogre in the fairytale. She was no longer the evil queen, but the monster. All of this had balled up in a sensation of bitterness, sadness and anger inside of him. Bitterness, because it wasn't her own decision entirely, but nonetheless had she been foolish enough to summon this; sadness, because the aftermath ate away at her like decay; and white hot anger, because somebody else chose this life for her. Because somebody else had twisted her path so dramatically.

"I know," he whispered eventually. "What is the matter?" The question was so rhethorical it was embarrassing as the vocals hung in the room.

a whole new world || carrow siblings

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a whole new world || carrow siblings

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The rain running from his coat on the marble stone floor of their entrance hall filled the silence witha harmonic rhythm, eventually coming into harmony with his heart beat and the clock. All of it rang loudly and like thunder in his ears and drummed against his skull. It had been a long day. The encounter with Antonin still sat heavy in his guts. Why did a man like him have to twist his baby's fate? Why was another male old enough to be her father screwing with her life? Amycus hated it. Dreaded seeing anybody as for now. All he wanted right now was an Irish coffee and then possibly fall asleep.

On his way to the kitchen however he caught a glimpse of red hair, and before his eyes could capture her, the smoke had already hit his nose. Curled up like a child he saw her crouching in the arm chair in the living room. Their parents were out. Thank merlin. For a split second, and Amycus felt terrible to admit, he considered pretending as though he hadn't noticed her and go on with his business. But even as the thought formed like the smoke of her cigarette he knew that it would be a shoddy thing to do, and that it would most likely impact her heavier than intended. But also knowing that he needed a drink now, he gave his sister a short nod, signalising that he had acknowledged her before he went ahead. Here his shoes, or rather the clicking of his soles on the floor, were the noise that dictated his heart beat, and the thrumming of his headache.

The minute he entered the kitchen a house elves appeared in an instant by his side, lowly but quickly asking for his request, but he waved the wrinkly creature away. He needed to do something, needed to use his own hands. As the coffee was brewing he selected the Rum with the highest alcoholic percentage he could find in the bar of their house, ending up with nearly fifty percent rum and fifty percent coffee. Leaving the cream, Amycus returned with his cup slowly to the living room; quietly and slowly he took a seat, organising himself until he eventually stretched out in an attempt of relaxation in his own chair. Finally his electric blue orbs settled on his sister again, but when he thought about speaking to hear his tongue turned to lead and his mind went blank.

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The reaction Amycus' punch had drawn from the elder male was one, that Amycus had not anticipated, but should have. How could he have been stupid enough to honestly think, that if he suckerpunched him, Antonin would just take it? For once Amycus Carrow felt truly stupid and quite frankly naive. The feeling made his skin crawl. High alerted by now, it wasn't that he was concerned about what Antonin would do to him, but rather that he might just go after his sister again, oh what an excruciating thought that was.

While Dolohov was speaking Amycus did not break eye contact, but nonetheless wouldn't allow himself to be obviously intimidated, if at all his mimic resembled more boredom than fear. Like a student waiting for the last few minutes of his class to pass. "What has you believing so firmly that you are in a position above me, Antonin? Is it your age? Because I wasn't there in the 50s being a slayer like you? Or because I haven't yet been mindless and futile enough to get caught and have my name known in the ministry? You stained my sister's name, her reputation. How is she supposed to normally walk the streets now? You chose a life for her she wasn't meant to lead, and that I cannot forgive you. Ever."

If Antonin were a better man, he might have simply taken the punch and been done with it. He had shagged Amycus’s sister, after all, and it was hardly something he could blame him for being angry over, especially when Antonin was, well… shameless, at the least. He really ought have simply taken the hit, squared himself again, and walked away with that reminder hanging in the air between them as simply as if he were conceding to agreement — which, of course, he was not doing. If anything, Amycus’s anger just made Antonin want to shag Alecto all the more.

He was not, however, a better man, and as he straightened up, he pulled his wand from his robes, slashing it through the air to mimic a punch and accompany it, quite simply, with a slash across his cheek. “You do not punch your betters, mate,” he hissed, moving his free hand forward to wrap in Amycus’s shirt and pull him in close. “You’d do well to remember that next time you feel it pertinent to raise a hand to someone in a station above you. Justified anger or no.”

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"And where the hell have you been in the mean time, Malfoy?"

"It’s good to be back in England."

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A scene like the one he wanted to cause currently wouldn't do his sister's fate any good, nor the Carrow's reputation. Amycus knew that. Nonetheless his fingers itched, his muscles ached and his bones screamed. The second Antonin however seemed to square his shoulders a fuse blew and Am's fist had connected faster with Dolohov's jaw than a thought could form. Breathing only the slightest bit heavily he immediately shook out his hand and eased his posture once more, rolling his shoulders and taking a half step back even. "'M sorry, that felt somewhat necessary," excusing himself lightly, even a faint grin playing at the right corner of his lip. "Good. Remember this punch, should a situation of a, how did you call it? A 'lucky break', I think, if it should occur again."

Amycus wasn’t going to go hurling spells at him, at least so he claimed; his grip loosened a bit at the reassurance, but he kept it there still, just in case. Though he trusted Amycus’s word, he did not trust that he was entirely safe just yet. He nodded ever so slightly at the other’s warning, though, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his stance. “I’m not intending on anything happening again,” he returned easily. “I didn’t plan on it the first time, so I doubt it’ll happen again anyway. It was an unplanned lucky break, nothing more.”

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No matter how many volunteers, how many self declared heroes and fighters would be gathered for the protection of the inferior beings among their society, nothing would save them. That, Amycus was certain of, in his eyes it was set in stone and he'd smile as their world would crash down and go up in flames. Just as the picture of it all started to bloom in the Carrow's mind as it had done so many times before, Rodolphus voiced something Amycus hadn't even paid attention to. Yet. "Huh," he remarked merely, before blinking at the other. "Now there you said something actually damn sensible." It fell like scales from his eyes, and suddenly a beam appeared on his lips. "That is so fucking clever, we're actually infiltrating this whole rat nest from within, burn it to the grounds and clear it. Eliminate this dirty business from the root on." Snorting Amycus leaned back in his chair, the look of pure delight still stretching his features. "Dumbledore has gotten so fucking old. His brain's gathering dust it seems."

It was disgusting to imagine, of course with the war coming they would want to gather as much help as possible, and it was all to protect their dear muggleborn students. If Dumbledore had any decency he would have cast them out, or never invited them in to begin with, but he’d perversely ruined the traditional values and now he needed help. If the war got out of hand, no doubt he expected the mentors to be of some use— already at Hogwarts, already trained and readied, they would be a helping hand to protect the very mudbloods who put the school in danger. That was a laugh. "On the uphand, being in the school keeps us close to the vulnerable little leeches." He voiced his thoughts, "Not Dumbledore’s finest idea, letting just anyone walk in and babysit his little mud bloods. Should anything happen, you’ll have an even shot at your brat."

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The only reason Amycus had lowered himself to mingle among the younger folk in the stuffed village was simply, that up in the castle it would be straight down depressing, if he got drunk there. There he'd be alone, in a school and just far too old to fit in; he was missing his sister, even still after their recent éclat, but nonetheless it was making him feel uneasy and sort of empty to not have her by his side.

"Of course it is, the teachers are getting lazy and need somebody else to watch their spawns, all of them empty and dull, and far too many with blood so dirty I can't comprehend how it still flows in their veins, instead of clogging them with mud. Which leads me to my own student. I'm so miserable, because mine is a Gryffindor mud blood. Lily Evans be her name, guess you won't know her, she's full of herself, courageous, drenched in praise of the teachers for being oh so smart, and I could just vomit whenever I'm near her. But I'm quite sure I managed to make clear that her race will be eliminated soon enough."

Rodolphus had been sitting unamused and bored for a while before Amycus had arrived. His name was pinned with reputation, going out in public made him feel like a celebrity; everyone liked to look, until he looked back, then they would return to their business as quickly as scattering mice. Being feared wouldn’t trap him in the manor, he was bored there, without Bellatrix his home was bare and dreary.

"It’s clearly nothing but a fancy coverup for babysitting, but boredom might win me over. What bright eyed, bushy tailed munchkin did they assign you to make you so miserable?"

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It wasn't like Amycus did not want to punch him, but he also knew that technically he had absolutely no right to do any such thing. Alecto was his sister, nothing but that, at least to the public, and she was foremost of age, so he didn't even have any legal reason to physically hurt the other. The only reason to punch the other, or do worse to him, was the jealousy that seemed to burst Amycus' bones. It did not go amiss on him that Antonin had reached to his wand by now and seemed to have a quite firm grip on it, too. To that motion he only snorted. "I'm smarter than that, Dolohov, I am well aware that it would be a mistake to have you as a foe instead of an ally." There he made a small break. "But no matter how much my sister seems to be fond of your cunning, I'd rather advise you to stay away from her if you have anything, but something platonic on mind."

Amycus, he was fairly certain, was going to hit him. Or, at least, was going to try to hit him. Antonin was all too used to anger and the atmosphere that it created for him to believe Amycus was as calm as he was forcing himself to sound. Which was, perhaps, why his hand found itself moving toward a pocket, wrapping around his wand in anticipation of whatever hit may come his way as he spoke further. Shaking his head slightly at the question, Antonin kept his expression neutral as he offered up a simple, “Not particularly, no. Many of the people I choose to spend my time with are quite a bit younger than myself — Alecto has a sadism that I appreciate, and she appreciates my cunning. Age is hardly a factor for me any longer.”

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He truly hadn't expected to meet somebody as, well, amiable as Rodolphus in the far too crowded pub this close to the school. But oh surprise, there the two were, gloomily looking for the probably far too busy bar maid, not to even mention waiters. "Looks like it," he replied with a mere shrug, before his hand reached out and he could feel the slight wet fabric of a collar under his fingers. Ripping the now obviously terrified first or second year around he ordered him to get them the barmaid.

"Bellatrix' a mentor? Wouldn't have thought," Amycus remarked, however his interest faded quickly. "Don't regret that you didn't. I did, and I really could've gotten a better student. A less filthy student. You can have mine." Finally he smiled, for the first time that evening.

There were so many people crowding him, but Amycus was his favorite person in the pub at the moment, his sole ally in a sea of simpletons with holiday hats on. Amycus wasn’t. He didn’t expect him to do a thing that he ordered. “Now that you’re sitting here it’s a mutual problem.” He pointed out.

"Hoping to run into my wife. Maybe I should have applied for the mentor program, then I wouldn’t be so bored, and I’d have children to make a bad impression on."

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That fraction of a second, no matter how short it had been, Amycus had seen, caught the faint glimpse, of how thrilled Antonin seemed to have been at the reminiscence of what he'd done with Amycus' baby sister. His blood didn't boil, it already vaporised in his veins, leaving what sounded like a crackling sound in his ears once he shifted his weight uncomfortably; trying his hardest to keep the urge of punching the male K.O. down. The more the moment stretched on Amycus wrestled with his inner monster, trying not to actually vibrate in anger. "So it was merely a side effect, huh?" Amycus was doing his best to make his voice not sound too strained. At his further explanation, the elder Carrow could only snort. "You don't feel one bit shabby about the fact that you're old enough to be her father, do you?"

Ah, there it was; Amycus knew, then, that he had slept with Alecto. Or, well. Slept with was all too kind a phrasing for what they had done, wasn’t it? He had shagged her against an alley wall, completely shamelessly as a matter of fact. He couldn’t help the slight proud expression that overtook him for just a moment at the memory of the way the girl had responded to him, though he quickly schooled that into something far more neutral, far more… acceptable, for the anger practically radiating off of Amycus at the moment. “It wasn’t my intention to shag her when I invited her out on my mission, mate,” he returned, quirking an eyebrow and shaking his head slightly. “That was just… an added bonus. A mutually wanted bonus, might I add, for she most definitely desired it as much as I did.”

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A fucking bother it was. Christmas. The Holidays, far too many bloody people crowding the streets unnecessarily, robbing one of their personal space while probably being either stepped on in the best case, or robbed in the worst. Actually, when Amycus shoved through the door of the Hogsmeade pub, he thought that if there was a mass panic needed, this would be the time. Ya got all the fools in one place, he thought silently when a voice ripped him out of his thoughts. "You can look for her yourself, Rodolphus," Amycus retorted, not too hostile actually, as he shrugged off the snow off his coat. After looking around quickly he just dropped into the seat beside him.

"What are you doing around here, like around the school, Lestrange?"

The Three broomsticks was crowded, people had all gathered in Hogsmeade for Christmas shopping, as typical per season. He didn’t mind the crowd so much, as long as no one specifically got in his way. It was easy enough to fix if they did, and fun, anyhow. “If you happen to see the bar maid, do me a favor and send her over,” He said impatiently to someone passing.

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It could not go unnoticed to Amycus to how weakened his sister was, how unprepared for the confrontation that was to come, and even though the elder Carrow child knew she'd be blown away like a hut by a hurricane, he also knew that it was necessary. That hey had to endure this now, had to talk about it then and there, before his feelings would start to fade, or they'd rather become even more complicated, with the time that she'd be trapped inside passing. Amycus knew exactly that if his sister would be making their parent's home her own jail, then so would he be captured. He would not dare to go on the street if it was not necessary, as feigning off all the hate from the filthy mouths of filthy folk would fester him and fuel the embers of rage glimming up here and there until he would snap and a similar headline about the other Carrow offspring would grace the headline of The Daily Prophet. They needed this confrontation, right now.

She seemed dull. Dull and blunt and edgeless. So unlike the sister he had adored and fallen in love with since her first second on earth. She was no longer the goddess he knew, no longer the fury that covered the earth in shadow and fear as she drew circles around her prey. And quite frankly, the sight was frightening to Amycus. Where had her spark gone? When had her fire been extuingished? With a tearing desire, a twisted wish that ripped at his soul he longed for her to yell back. To ravish him, to let her fury show, and fight him that was all within her, for her pride and to share her blood stained victory, no matter how inconsiderate or straight down dumb it had been. He wanted everything but her like this. Silence lay heavy on him like a blanket made of pure iron and his lungs were crushed by the weight, robbing him of breath and life.

Forcing himself violently, and even in pain if he was honest, to take a breath and insert air in his body, allowing him to function as well as possible, he fixed his gaze oddly shakily at his sister. In a weak attempt to ground himself his eyes narrowed and he leaned forward onto his elbows, now leaning toward her crookedly like a willow in the wind. "Alecto," he started, but broke off to clear his throat as the syllables had been barely audible and sounded rusty, "You realise that I've never been more proud of you, but also never been more astonished by your blind foolishness in the same moment, don't you?" There was a vital urge for him to express his pride, that she knew she did not fuck up, that she had done something that got him buzzing with delight, no matter how futile it had been. Her words knocked the just regained air out of him in an instant again, leaving him with his lips pressed tightly together, shoulders pulled up to his ears and his muscles vibrating in sheer agony. It pained him how angry he was -- at her, his father, himself, the world, the mudbloods, everything -- but nothing would ever pain him more than the abuse Alecto had gone through ever since. "I will kill him. I mean it, you know that." His jaw was set so tightly, that when he ground his teeth against one another his jaw bone gave a cracking clic as it slid back into its hinge. "This might be the last straw. The final one." Snorting he added in a much lower voice, "If they find evidence for both us after, we can just go to Azkaban together. Share a cell."

Little girl terrified || Alecto and Amycus

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Athena was a young girl just like the girls Amycus had grown up with himself despite their age gap of nearly ten years, and while he saw almost no appeal in her, he was definitely approving of her manners and even found her company amusing. As any young pureblood girl of her age she definitely seemed to be delighted by his presence. "What is it then that you are struggling with particularly? My deepest apology, but I've never been too excellent in Transfiguration, so forgive me if I'm rubbish," he smiled at her a little too fondly, laughing on the inside at the way his sister would be reacting would she be a witness of the situation, just then glancing over his shoulder to the old librarian. "I might just get expelled and banned even long past my days as students, if I actually did that."

"Yes, indeed a mudblood. Worst of all sorts, a Gryffindor on top and as self righteous as they come. Been spending as little time with her as possible." The alumni's light blue eyes started to darken a shade only by the thought of Lily Evans, and his fine features turned stony for a split second. "Why thank you, it's nice to be appreciated at least by some students around, not that I mind some scared filth," he just grinned, slowly shifting his weight on the chair that he now leaned slouched against the backrest, his hands resting now loosely on his thighs. "Oh Athena, I'd have thou by the higher of you to understand my reasoning. I'm here to recruit, Miss Greengrass. Why else would I return into this pit of filth and bloodtraitors? I want to inform the young ones we still have here, the respectable ones that have potential. Rosier for example."

An eyebrow raised at the proposal of Amycus helping her, Athena couldn’t help but be amused. Of course, she said yes, not because she needed the help, but because she simply thought it would be fun to have someone as Amycus Carrow help her with her Transfiguration homework. “A little help is always welcome, thank you.” She said, voice polite and reserved as she grinned on the inside. The swearing only amused her more, if she were to be honest, and she couldn’t help but suppress a small smile. “You should tell her that, I would adore to see her reaction.”

"A mudblood? How unfortunate. Why did you even come back in the first place? Not that I don’t like seeing you here, it is nice to have some proper adults around for a change, really, but I don’t really understand why anyone would want to return here after having spent seven years here.”

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The air immediately changed, it was like with a storm, all of a sudden the wind turned and the storm started to whirl up all kinds of things around them. He knew it all. Everything. And it burned inside him, ate through his flesh like rust through an iron boulder. Only that faint nod, the slight confirmation it gave, made him want to vomit. "Obviously you did. I don't blame you, you got her into a blood rush that was clever, she's always been into blood. But getting her with blood into bed was quite surprising to me I must admit." His voice was sharp, despite his best attempts at keeping it casual, but every word came like a block after another.

Ah, now that had Antonin curious. Just how much had Alecto told her brother of what had happened between the two of them. Quirking an eyebrow slightly, he gave little more than a slight nod, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I work my convincing on near everyone, mate. Might have done so on your sister too, I suppose. When am I meant to have convinced her into something, and what did I convince her into precisely? Just to ensure we’re on the same page and all.”

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"Athena," Amycus nodded back to her, as polite but as reserved as she had greeted him, and deep down couldn't hide his own amusement at the slightest irritation swinging through the air off her. "What are you studying, maybe I could help you, that would not be in calm or rather silence then?" Not that he was actually interested, Amycus still leaned over nevertheless to have a look at her book. "Madam Pince can fuck herself." A talent of the male Carrow sibling had always been to grin so innocently when nasty words left his mouth.

"Boredom. As usual. I've been glad to be out of the castle once and for all, and suddenly the idiot I am find myself back here for a mentoring program in which my student is a fucking mudblood."

"Hello Amycus," a light hint or irritation was traceable in her voice, but the edges of her lips still curled in a polite smile. "It indeed is, but I would love to be able to study in calm and peace, which is something I expected to be able to do in a library. And just so you know, madame Pince considers this place to be her own country with her own rules, one of them being about absolute silence."

"Anyway, what is it that brings you here?”