#amycus1

Disgruntled as can be after reading the roster of pairings, Amelia huffed and tapped her foot. She searched the hall for her supposed partner and approached him once she had found him, “Carrow -- You can choose the mandrake.” Could she trust him even that much yet?

“Pause,” she motioned with a single digit, before pulling out a flask from her purse. Lilith unscrewed it, pouring a dash of the liquid into her tea. “Now you may continue with your tale.” Dreadful as it was. Now she could bare it.

So far, this had been a very successful Hogsmeade trip; Alecto and Amycus’s plan to refill their alcohol stash had gone flawlessly. She had known that that short skirt would come in handy one day; the man on duty at the Hogs Head was very helpful in getting her what she wanted. He wasn’t the usual bar man, but Alecto appreciated the change, it made it so much easier for her to get what she wanted and get out. But still, she was very glad when she walked out of the Hogs Head. She had been worried that they would have to figure out a new plan to get alcohol if this didn’t work, since neither of them thought that it was very...appealing to be stuck in Hogwarts without their stashes, then they would have to stay sober all the time, and that was just...not very appealing to her. At all.

“Hey,” she called out to her brother when she spotted him a few feet away from where she was standing. She smirked and walked over to him, enjoying the looks that people were giving her as she walked. She always did hate how restricting Hogwarts robes were. “I got them,” she smirked, gesturing to her bag. “We don’t have to worry about refilling our stash for a while,” she grinned. “You can thank me later,” she laughed. She looked around. “What have you been doing out here?” She questioned curiously. Now that their top priority was taken care of, they had a few more hours to fill.

Alecto had been spending most of her time in her room when she was home at the manor since things had seemed rather...off between herself and her brother lately. She didn’t know what was wrong, or how to fix it, which concerned her more than she was letting on. But Alecto was the type of person who pushed any emotions away instead of confronting them except for when she was dealing with Amycus. He was her other half, and thus he had the ability to reach her when no one else could. It was a twin connection thing, they both just had an innate understanding of one another at all times.

But things hadn’t been right since the summer, not since the night he killed that muggle. She had been afraid that he was going to do something like that again and wind up in Azkaban or worse, and the fact that he had been slowly pulling away from her little by little scared her. It made her think that he was hiding something, or doing something that he shouldn’t be doing and he didn’t want to tell her, but she had no proof of that. There was no way to know what he was ever doing if she wasn’t around, if she asked he more than likely wouldn’t tell if he thought that she wouldn’t approve.

Suddenly her door banged open and she didn’t even bother to look up. She could already sense that it was her brother, and while she didn’t appreciate him banging her door open, if he had something he wanted to say, he would say it, she had no need to get up and do something to greet him. Besides, she was in the middle of doing something. “You know, you could just knock on the door,” she commented not looking up from the magazine she was leafing through, not really paying attention to what Amycus was doing.