A M Y C U S

Amycus lounged. Luxuriating in the face that he had stolen this seat out from under Fenrir's nose. He gaze up at him wearing a shit eating grin, a grin which had started more than one fight in Amycus's lifetime. It was a grin which made it clear he was looking down on Fenrir, despite his seated position.

Who: @amyccarrow Where: The Three Broomsticks

"Watch it!" Amycus spat out, a knee jerk reaction that came more from the shock of being bumped into than from actual frustration. He had been so focused on the drunk person, seconds away from falling from their seat, that he hadn't paused to pay attention to his surroundings, or to notice who was walking towards him.

Amycus liked Ludo. He particularly liked what Ludo could do for him, but in the pureblood circles he'd grown up with, that wasn't unusual, it was the core foundation of most friendships. So it was a pleasant surprise to find Ludo sat across from him when he stole a seat.

The wizard's gaze scanned a few of the faces scattered around the room, none all too interesting to draw him away from the current company, so instead Ludo gestured for the barmaid to come over. "I'll have another glass of that exquisite brandy you've been pouring, and my friend here does need a drink," he told the barmaid, clapping a hand on Amycus' shoulder, encouraging him to order something for himself.

"Scotch," Amycus said to the barmaid with little more than a grunt, then with his mother's voice in his head he added on a quick, "thanks." No one could say Mrs Carrow hadn't taught her children manners, they just didn't always remember them.

"Perhaps I should lie. Tell everyone they're about to put a wasps game on and clear out some space in this damn place." Amycus grumbled. "Although I can probably think of far more enjoyable ways to clear out a bar..."

"i'd like to see you try that, could work too well. people's hearts beat for their teams. could work too well and you'd be rewarded with an empty bar and limitless drinks," Beck replied with an even chuckle. his eyes looked over the bar again, wondering just how quickly people would clear the bar if they knew there were death eaters in their company.

"Empty bar, limitless drinks and a potential stampede at the door as people try to shove their way out. It's sounding more and more appealing," a grin slowly spread across his face at the image. It sure was tempting. "Or we could just start a fire in the kitchen. No free drinks but it'll be a better show, and a far better story after."

"Come on," He said, voice filled with disbelief. "You can't tell me you actually like all of your fans. The one's who scream abuse when you're losing? The ones who don't give you any privacy? The idiots who get into fights in the stands? I promise Rita Skeeta isn't hiding around the corner, you can tell me what you really think." He nodded along as she spoke, the strategy making sense to him in a way little else did, "See I never got all that into Quiddich, it was Alecto's thing, not mine. I watched it of course, you can't live in Britain and not, but playing never appealed to me. Had anyone explained it to me the way you just did, I would have been a lot more interested." He shrugged "Picked a random team as a kid, loosely followed them ever since. Probably chose wrong, but that's neither here nor there."

"Of course I can. I am very grateful and appreciative of all fans." She parroted as if she was reading of a script. The look in her eyes should tell him the truth, as she did in fact not feel all that happy about her fans at the moment. Particularly a specific persistent one that had decided to make her the object of his affection. There were fans who hurled insults at them after a bad game, which didn't help as she already beat herself up about it. While she loved playing quidditch professionally, fame wasn't always something she enjoyed. "I don't think I can remember a time I didn't love it. I played since I was able to hold myself up on a toy broom. Oh Salazar please don't tell me so you support the Cannons?"

He snorted at her earnest defence of her fans, but didn't challenge her. He struggled to imagine anyone being that positive, but whether it was real or put on, it didn't really matter. Sometimes power and influence required people to play the likable game. He might not like it, but he could respect it. He nodded as she spoke, "Alecto was much the same, fucking magic on a broom when we were growing up, I recon your either born with that love, or you don't have it." He gave a slight shrug. "So what if I do? Something tells me being anything other than a harpies supporter would be unacceptable in your eyes?"

"There's loud and annoying groups for every team I'm afraid, except mine of course. The Harpies fans are great." Her first choice had always been the Harpies, she'd been approached by Puddlemere and the Magpies as well, but she'd been an avid Harpies supporter since she was a little girl. "Exactly. If they played the day before their reaction time is generally a bit slower. Every stat you can get on another player can be used to your advantage. I like watching the other games as well and take notes." She wasn't shying away from admitting that she did her homework, talent and dedication went hand in hand, when she spoke again it was in a matter of fact tone, despite her words being cocky as hell. "Few people have my level of dedication." She shrugged. "What's got you so interested in the tornadoes?"

"Come on," He said, voice filled with disbelief. "You can't tell me you actually like all of your fans. The one's who scream abuse when you're losing? The ones who don't give you any privacy? The idiots who get into fights in the stands? I promise Rita Skeeta isn't hiding around the corner, you can tell me what you really think." He nodded along as she spoke, the strategy making sense to him in a way little else did, "See I never got all that into Quiddich, it was Alecto's thing, not mine. I watched it of course, you can't live in Britain and not, but playing never appealed to me. Had anyone explained it to me the way you just did, I would have been a lot more interested." He shrugged "Picked a random team as a kid, loosely followed them ever since. Probably chose wrong, but that's neither here nor there."

"Well, I've heard that sort of thing is all the rage in art nowadays." Mafalda replied, like she knew anything about the fine art world.

"I'm sure the Department of Magical Transportation will recover from your disapproval," Amycus said with a snort, "you definitely won't be the first young staff member to grace its halls whose hoping to level up. Merlin's beard, you'd probably find it easier to look for a young intern who did grow up dreaming of working on transportation policy." Knowing his luck, such an intern would be sitting at the table next to them, and be highly offended by his comments, but they wouldn't be the first person he'd pissed off with his loose tounge, they wouldn't even be the first person today.

The red head shrugged, it was annoying. Even back at school, before she joined the team, she had found some students being too obnoxious. However, they were young and there was no alcohol involved, clearly there was here, which was probably one of the reasons why they behaved like that as well. "Perhaps" she allowed. "Or maybe some people are just disgusting" she mused.

Amycus nodded, "Sadly I suspect you're right. What I'd like to know how we can avoid people who are just disgusting. I may have to exist in the world with them, but that doesn't mean I have spend my time in bars with them."

"I would have been a seeker if that was the case," Lucian drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He watched as Amycus tossed the bottle from hand to hand, a bored expression on his own face. Jokes about his half brother had long since gotten old. "Why? Are you hoping we'll have something in common? Alecto's quite special."

Amycus's eyes narrowed at the mention of his sister. Messing with Alecto, even suggesting messing with her, was all it took to send Amycus from a harmless dickhead to actually dangerous. "Scared she might decide to play again and put you out of a job?" He asked with a smirk. "Based on what I just saw, she wouldn't struggle to take your spot."

the most recent habit beck practiced was a drink directly after st. mungo's before going home. most times these days, it was to prep him for whatever request he had from the dark lord. there had been nothing of note for the evening, but he still needed to keep his mind clear in case anything changed. beck didn't wish for casualties, but he did wish for easier nights. beck wasn't even paying attention when amycus dropped into the seat in front of him. he considered finishing his wine off and leaving enough to cover his tab. but he didn't. beck leaned forward, wearing a tight grin. "if a wasps game was on, it would probably clear the place out." he sipped on his red wine. "i was actually going to send an owl to request a visit. seems i don't need to anymore. i need a favor."

"Perhaps I should lie. Tell everyone they're about to put a wasps game on and clear out some space in this damn place." Amycus grumbled. "Although I can probably think of far more enjoyable ways to clear out a bar..."

It was awfully busy for a weekday, but apparently there'd been an important wizarding chess match down in Diagon Alley. Ludo was beyond amused to see so many people interested in such a game, especially contemplating he was one for sports himself, but wizarding chess couldn't be considered as such in his opinion.

Amycus liked Ludo. He particularly liked what Ludo could do for him, but in the pureblood circles he'd grown up with, that wasn't unusual, it was the core foundation of most friendships. So it was a pleasant surprise to find Ludo sat across from him when he stole a seat.

Other Carrow, the name sent a spike of irritation through him. Not because it was incorrect (although he had been first) or because his ego disliked knowing that someone saw him as secondary to Alecto. Both of those he could live with, ignore under most circumstances - it was the familiarity it implied, between Fenrir and his sister. A familiarity which made his stomach curl.

"Sure, I would love the company." Emma teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She didn't have anything against Amycus although she did prefer Alecto as they just naturally had more in common. Still, he wasn't one of those incessant blabbermouths. "Please, the Harpies are much more interesting than the Wasps, but I know for a fact they're not playing today. It's the Magpies against the Cannons, Wasps are playing tomorrow." She had the whole league schedule memorised, it was part of her job to know the other team's stats after all.

He chose to ignore her sarcastic tone, settling in as if he had been invited to take the seat, rather than having swiped it without permission. Afterall, it wasn't every day Amycus got to sit across from a Holyhead Harpies player. "I'm surprised such a loud, annoying group would turn out for any team other than the Wasps." Amycus said, his distain evident. "But I suppose the Magpies aren't much better." He nodded at her, "Although I am impressed - I imagine it is useful to know when the competition is playing, how many days of rest they have before you face them... if only the Tornados had the same dedication. Any tips for me on how I should expect this season to play out?"

The night had turned far more hectic than she'd originally anticipated yet she couldn't fault anyone with a need to celebrate whatever it was they were celebrating. Someone had mumbled something of a groom and bride, so perhaps this was some kind of celebration in their honor. Who was she to judge the happiness of others. No, Mary was someone to join in on the cheering.

His didn't bother to look at who he sat across from, he just didn't care. He wanted the seat, would prefer having the table to himself, and was willing to make himself at home and the other uncomfortable until he got what he wanted.

"Okay, fine, yes, it is fun, I'll give you that" she couldn't deny it. Alecto was a flirter. She just didn't like to see her brother doing it, as she knew he didn't like seeing her do it either. Maybe. Unless... unless he saw it as a way to get rid of her, to finally unburden himself from her... she wouldn't blame him either. Still, that thought alone made her heart ache.

He followed her gaze, watching the male fans she was talking about in their tacky performance. "I honestly don't know - is it some sort of ritual, an attempt to prove how ridiculous they can be in a public place, or does the competition simply allow weak men to show the worst of themselves in a way they don't normally feel they can?"

“Oh Merlin, peaking in school is about the most pathetic thing I could imagine.” Mafalda grimaced. Truth be told, it was probably one of Mafalda’s biggest fears. She would never let on about it though, especially to someone like Carrow. “It looks like we will.”

Amycus laughed, it was not the first conversation he had engaged in about pyromania in a public location - the topic was a rather popular one at the moment with a society of Deatheaters trying to stand out in a crowd. It was the first time, however that he had found himself uncertain about whether either of them was being serious in their comments. The war had stolen an air of mystery from his interactions. "A pity then, it seems there is to be no private club. We will have to settle for a wizard owned venue as you say. The pyromania we will save for entertainment, and leave the ruins as a low-effort sort of art instillation instead."