#omrpstarters

He watches the rest of them go about their business, he sees the spells being cast and hitting from several yards away, throwing his knife up and catching it by the handle. He sees a couple, and he recognizes the boy as the one that Alecto had pointed out to him. At the last one of these, he’d been hers, and there was nothing that Amycus enjoyed more than playing with the same things his sister did, it’d been true since their early childhood, it was true in their bedroom, so why should it be any different on the battlefield, as he approaches unoticed, he watches the woman leave. When he’s only a few feet away he calls out, the majority of the fighting happening where the soon-to-be newest name on his victim list is currently looking.

“Lose your bodyguard, sweetie?” His wand is drawn suddenly, the knife returned to his robe pocket, quick as a flash his not so secret obsession being his secret weapon.

“She’s pretty, though not as pretty as me, I hate it when that happens.” He clicks his tongue and smiles, the grin full of too many teeth.

“She’s not here she’s not here she’s not here.Yes she is. She’s not. She doesn’t love you anymore, she hates you, you disgust her. She’s with him, she’s got to be with him. Why would she come back to you? He’s always been superior, even as a traitor he’s better than you you know this. I know she’s here. She’s had too much, she wants to live a normal life now. Why would she fuck you when she can have literally anyone she chooses? Fag.”

With a small cry Amycus throws his dagger into the heavy mahogany front door, and the voices successfully go quiet. He removes the blade, gazing admirably at the freshly dried blood that looks like rust on the silver sharp edge, gripping the hilt so hard that the ornate Carrow crest embossed onto it is imprinting in his palm. He’d barely seen his sister since she returned a week ago as the Dark Lord had kept him on a pretty steady track of Muggle terrorism. Instead of with his sister, he’d spent the last eight nights curled around various muggles, slashing their throats as soon as their naked, spent selves fell asleep in his arms. News of a new serial killer was sweeping across the muggle world, but he was so concerned about his twin that he barely reveled in it.

He forces himself to open the door, knife heavy in his right hand. He’s not entirely sure what will happen if he has to be alone tonight, but he knows it’s going to be messy if he is.

“Alecto.” He mummers, the sound is eaten by the vast space of their home.

Star,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

Alecto’s fork clinked against her glass as she surveyed the empty dining hall- well, near empty. She’d arrived for lunch earlier than usual and took the opportunity to participate in some people watching, though she aimed to be as discreet as possible after a fourth year Ravenclaw caught her watching him. After several harrowing minutes of boredom, and one dirty look from a Slytherin at her clinking, she headed up and made her way out of the Great Hall. 

Most girls would have been bloody proud to walk through the halls with a lovely bouquet of flowers, most girls would have told everyone they were from a lover, if it were true or not, but Gwenog, Gwenog wanted nothing less than to be seen parading about with an arm full of flowers. She would normally have just bloody well burned them, but this time she couldn’t. 

The green paper that held them smelled like home, a bit of smoke, and her mother’s tea, and it made her jaw clench up. Not many people would figure a bird like Gwen would get homesick, but God, she did. Especially when her mom went at did things like this. She ought to owl home right away and thank her, but she didn’t have the heart to write anything down.