#chat:amycus

she sat straight at the sound of the door opening, mustering up a smile as she locked her eyes on him, “andromeda black -- is there something i don’t know?” she really needed to learn to filter herself, or at least beat around the bush for a bit, “she approached me in the library -- made a point of wanting to return your jacket and being in your dorms--” she trailed off, her gaze searching his. she didn’t know what she was looking for, but her curiosity needed to be sated before she drove herself mad with wonder. 

“what did i miss?” 

“classroom -- now--” she hissed, not even bothering to turn to see if he was following -- she knew that he would, “how could you?” 

The school year had been going well. Evan was pleased. It was an excellent start to his Hogwarts career. Over the past two months, he had settled into a routine of classes, friends, homework, and exploring, all while getting three full meals a day. Life was pretty good. 

Except for the lack of sleep. 

Amyus had been crying at night - a lot. Like Evan, none of the other boys could sleep. However, none of them were willing to do anything about the crybaby problem, so it had fallen to Evan to talk to Amycus. The reasoning was that if they could figure out why Carrow was crying, they could hopefully come up with a way for him to stop. The plan was for him to pull their dorm mate away from everyone else after lunch. Only, Evan hadn’t gotten a restful night’s sleep since the boys had made that decision (mercifully without Amycus), so screw decorum, Evan was going to talk to Amycus now because it was currently Merlin knew how late and he was tired, dammit. 

Evan extricated his legs from his blankets, gently slid out of bed, and tip toed over to the blubbering crying boy’s four posters. 

“Amycus,” he whispered. “Shut up.”

Lecto? Whut’s going on? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?

One. 

Blood spray hot and wet blending in with the black fabric of her dress. 

Two

Princess. Bring your friend

Three

This is a new octave of scream. Don't you like it? You like it. Don't lie! We like it! 

"What the fuck do you want?"Alecto snapped irritably when someone made the mistake of touching her arm pulling her from her blood drenched memories. The girl jumped in fright but didn't look particularly surprised at Alecto's abusive tone. Once she would have been, surprisingly Alecto was not a harsh mistress to serve under normal circumstances in fact she prefered her acolytes to be happy under her 'rule', but in the past few weeks Alecto's mood had been venomously mercurial. Hecate mewled plaintively as she was woken by her shifting owner and Alecto pulled the kitten between her arms fixing the girl with a slightly less hostile stare. "Yes Clarissa, what is it?"

The girl shifted nervously but replied quickly enough,"I'm sorry to bother you Alecto it's only that...you made me promise to tell you whenever Amycus comes back and you aren't with him and I..." Alecto waved her hand at the girl to silence her. Amycus. Her initial reaction was joy, it was always joy to be reunited with her twin, but her mood soured again quickly. There's something wrong with me. He'll know. I... "Tell him I'm sick, I don't want to see him,"Alecto said looking away so she didn't have to look at the girl's shocked expression at Alecto's odd behavior.