howler: January 6th
YOUR INCOMPETENCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS! IF I EVER END UP IN AZKABAN PLEASE DON’T TRY TO GET ME OUT! YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO LIBERATE A COCKROACH!
Amycus stares at the howler as it slowly tears itself to shreds and for perhaps the first time in his life, he doesn't get angry at the word stupid or charge off to show the little fuck some respect...
Because he's right. He is stupid. He's so fucking stupid. And he needs her so much and she isn't there and he can't... he just fucking can't. At least with Igor he could forget for awhile. He could concentrate on the fucking and forget about how he was going to get her out and how he could do this and what she might be going through...
But that only made it worse and now...
And then he sees the letter he curled up and threw against the wall earlier in the week. The one from Rosier.
And as he looks at the scraps of the howler, he finally lifts himself up from his knees where he collapsed, scrubbing his hands over the suspicious dampness on his cheeks... and picks up a quill to reply...
