samuel lucas carrow

Sam had always thought of Owen as one of his closest friends, even letting him get away with trying to bed his sister once or twice. He knew that was just the kind of person Owen was, and if he was honest, he knew his sister wouldn’t be looking for anything long term. Sam rolled his eyes at the thought; he wished just for once that he didn’t have to deal with his sister and her indiscretions, having to constantly explain to his mother why there was a different boy here every week. Tonight would be the night that he took all of this pent up frustration and let it loose upon some poor unsuspecting muggles. Perfect.

There wasn’t much that Sam could do for Lilith, but he knew he would have to keep up all pretences for her in order for him to keep Sapphire safe. In his own head he still couldn’t work out why his sister had just gone for Lilith like she had, there had just been some kind of rage that had taken her over. It was only lucky for Sapphire that the accident had happened high above the Quidditch pitch, so no one had actually seen the struggle, but simply seen Lilith fall. Sam shook his head and let out a small sigh as he thought about it, he was putting his entire neck on the line for her, he just hoped that she knew what he was doing for her.

Perhaps it's just me...

There had been so little time and so much to do after the accident, that Sam had found that he hadn’t spent as much time at the hospital as he thought he would. As soon as everything had gone down, he had been by Sapphire’s side, working night and day on some kind of plan which would make sure that no one would implicate her in what had happened to Lilith. Of course Sapphire was completely guilty, which made things just that little bit harder, but there was so much Sam could do to erase that. It was useful that the day had been so cloudy.. anything could have happened to Lilith up in the clouds during that match, it was so easy to make sure that everyone thought that this was simply an accident. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes as he pushed a hand through his hair, the last few days had just been exhausting. Of course he knew that his sister was the devil himself, but rarely did she ever go out and just attack someone. He still didn’t have a reason from her as to why she had launched herself at Lilith during the game, but he was sure that something would have triggered it. And he was determined to make sure that Lilith never found out the truth.

It was of course sheer coincidence that it had been Lily that had answered Sam’s cries for help. If Owen found out that it was her then he would have his neck for sure, but Sam needed someone kind and sweet like Lily to make sure that his plan worked. And she had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He smirked as he turned back around to face her, seeing the uncomfortable look on her face like Sam was going to hurt her. He wouldn’t.. at least not on purpose. “Honestly Lily, you’re just too nice sometimes.” He smirked back at her, turning his attention away from her and to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets. Of course he had heard the rumours from his second year at Hogwarts, when Harry Potter had managed to go down there and slay the Basilisk. It was a shame of course that such a fabulous beast had been killed, but Sam was desperate to see what was down there. All he needed was a willing person to come with him and be his wingman, so to speak.

samuelcarrow

“Well, you don’t really have a choice in the matter.” Sam replied to Lily in a matter of fact way, he had already decided what was going to happen and there would be nothing in this world that would stop him. It was all part of the beauty of his plan; he would take one of the Basilisk fangs to sell in the black market. They were worth so much that he had already mentally spent what he would make from it. Of course he needed Lily to act like the pretty face to draw the customers in; people were more likely to talk to him and ask what he had to sell if there was a pretty face with him.

Sam’s plan had worked almost perfectly, of course he could admit that he wasn’t the greatest actor that ever lived, but all he needed was someone to fall for his little trap. And it had worked. He didn’t really know the girl that had stopped to speak to him.. she was in Ravenclaw maybe? He remembered seeing her in some of the lessons that the Slytherins had shared with them. He was glad that he hadn’t picked up a Hufflepuff – they were a pathetic breed, utterly useless when it came to magic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, but quickly returned to his concerned face as the girl came closer. Interesting, he thought, maybe he wouldn’t kill her, she could be useful. A brief smirk crossed his face before he ducked forward, grabbing her by the shoulders in a pretend panic. “I don’t know who it is, I can just hear them..” He said quickly, motioning back to the girl’s bathroom in a frantic wave. “They’re in there, I think Moaning Myrtle has something to do with it.” He muttered, taking the girl quickly by the hand and pulling her inside of the bathroom.

Lily of course followed Sam diligently into the girls bathroom, she figured that since he was such a good friend of Owen’s and she was Owen Page’s ex-girlfriend that the pair were more than strangers, she’d even go as far as to consider them friends, although Sam clearly had other motives. Hearing the door close and lock behind her Lily whipped her head around to stare blankly at it, her blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders as she did so, but still she was not afraid – although she clearly should have been – instead she turned slowly to face Sam, her head cocked to one side in confusion. “There’s no one down there is there…” Lily whispered her baby blue eyes widened in horror as Sam’s expression changed so drastically, one minute he looked concerned for the well-being of another student and now he stared at her with those cold eyes and was threatening to kill her.

It was of course sheer coincidence that it had been Lily that had answered Sam’s cries for help. If Owen found out that it was her then he would have his neck for sure, but Sam needed someone kind and sweet like Lily to make sure that his plan worked. And she had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He smirked as he turned back around to face her, seeing the uncomfortable look on her face like Sam was going to hurt her. He wouldn’t.. at least not on purpose. “Honestly Lily, you’re just too nice sometimes.” He smirked back at her, turning his attention away from her and to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets. Of course he had heard the rumours from his second year at Hogwarts, when Harry Potter had managed to go down there and slay the Basilisk. It was a shame of course that such a fabulous beast had been killed, but Sam was desperate to see what was down there. All he needed was a willing person to come with him and be his wingman, so to speak.