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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 16, 2012 12:49:16 GMT -5
Whilst he waited, Rab tentatively lifted the mask from his face. Lifted was probably a poor description really, peeled was more apt in truth. It was a sharp screaming pain as patches of his skin left his skull with the mask. The object itself was destroyed, charred and melted and unrecognisable. To be fair his own face was probably just as terrifying now, with scars and boils marring his features. He discarded the mask, throwing it against the wall in anger. His face might recover well enough with magic, but someone would have to pay the price for his pain.
The door opened and Rab came face to face with their victim. He had seen her before, but up close she was incredibly attractive. It was a shame really that a perfectly respectable daughter of a prestigious family should have to suffer like this, but it was unavoidable. Her expression swiftly changed from innocent joy to panic and confusion as she saw his face and looked as though she might scream. Rab grabbed her quickly, covered her mouth and bundled her inside the room, throwing her to the ground and swiftly drawing his wand to cast a silencing charm and disarm her in case she tried anything. He leaned over her, his vile skin right in her face. "You're in for a treat this evening," he told her with a cruel grin and reached down and stripped her of the toga material. He could see the terror in her eyes, it was simply thrilling. Something about a very attractive, incredibly vulnerable girl half naked in her predicament was exciting, in his mind. Maybe he was still frustrated from his encounter with Wyman. But the expression on Amycus' face was a completely different kind of excitement. Equally perverse but infinatley more dangerous to her health. She was in for a terrible time of it in any case.
Amycus, he realised at that moment, was not wearing his mask either, though he doubted his reasons were anywhere near similar to his own. He should have been angry but given the circumstances after their hugely witnessed fight, no mask was far less conspicuous. As much as he wanted to pursue the avenue of his own sick desires, he thought it best to leave it to Amycus in this case, as agreed. Rab picked up a chair, dumped it in the corner of the room and took a seat. He had intended to keep watch outside, but something told him standing in the middle of the corridor as burnt face man was illadvised given the sheer volume of students who had witnessed Black's mystery attacked get his face charred. No, he knew Carrows may not approve but he fully intended to stay.
"You know the instructions. Do what you like."
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 16, 2012 14:14:48 GMT -5
 Eva had been chatting away between sobs, recounting how awful it had been and how violent they were. She forgot any misgivings, and was comfortable and relaxed in his company now they were out of all the drama. It was a relief to feel safe. She did notice he seemed distracted, but had to assume he was merely concerned for their well being. But despite her distraction from the drama and the tears, she realised as they turned another corner that they weren't heading down to their common rooms. "Amycus where are we-" she paused as he stopped abruptly at an old class room. She had no idea why and was about to turn and ask him when she felt what was unmistakably the point of a wand pressed against her back, threateningly. Before she could react he had opened the door and she came face to face with another man. Her eyes widened and she wanted to scream. But even as she tried she felt her voice was gone, she was screaming her heart out - silently. Then her wand left her, spinning across the room. Then everything got worse. The putrid face of her attacked was dangerously close to her own. She may not have been the most intelligent or top of her class but she could add two and two, fire and burns. Then suddenly she was half naked, stripped unceremoniously of her toga. The man's words haunted her as he insinuated the night would be a painful one for her. She sobbed uncontrollably, still utterly silent as tears ran down her cheeks. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl and she half expected him to go further, before he retreated to the corner of the room and spoke to Amycus directly, instructing him to continue. Evelina couldn't understand. This was all wrong, Amycus had saved her that day – he had been positively lovely to her. How could this man who had been so kind to her suddenly be so terrifying. Was this really happening? The expression on his face was no longer warm and caring. There was a cold, cruel hunger in his eyes that terrified her to the bone. How could she be so foolish to trust this man? Why would anyone even want to hurt her, she never got involved in anything - from petty fights to the goings on outside the school she stayed out of it all - why would she be a target? She shook her head, looking between both of them pleadingly.
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Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 16, 2012 19:08:58 GMT -5
  Amycus was rather irritated at the course of events. This wasn't right at all. He was supposed to have the control, he was supposed to guide her to the work table, coax her onto it. Half the fun was in getting compliance without force. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he watched Lestrange meddle in his work. The upstart even drew up a chair, as though he were welcome in Amycus' workshop.
"If you're going to watch," Amycus snarled as he slipped his father's knife from his shoe, flicking the blade open with practised ease, "You will be silent."
There was no coolness about Amycus anymore. He'd held his temper in check for too long, obeyed their damned orders, let them stick their fucking noses where they didn't belong. Alecto was presumably patroling the corridors, leaving him without his restraint.
The girl was deliciously terrified, and he wanted so badly to hear her scream. To hear her beg for her pathetic life, to ask him for mercy. He would have to imagine her whimpers instead, he supposed.
He approached quietly, muscles shifting with lethal grace. He was a predator in every nuance of the word, tracking prey. The table stood in the center of the room, waiting eagerly for her. Alecto had fashioned crude manacles, had arranged a small cart with his instruments. Various scalpels waited for his touch, their razor edges yearning to cut. Amycus smiled. There was no gentlemanly kindness in his gaze, and there was certainly no mercy. He'd waited too long for this. He closed the distance between them, gently tapping her cheek with his blade, as though he were a lover. His pulse was racing. It was time.
"Sit on the table, Evelina." His instruction was simple, compelling. "Let's not make this anymore difficult than need be."
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 17, 2012 8:19:49 GMT -5
This was a terrifying experience. Between the two of them, Eva was entirely freaked out. Confusion ran across her face as she continued to look to Amycus, pleadingly. He had been so kind, she couldn't process this new side of him, it simply did not make sense to her. She watched the two very closely and could sense the clear animosity between them. Why would two men who hated each other club together to scare and hurt her. She felt extremely foolish suddenly for trusting a man she barely knew.
As Amycus approached her, she felt the cold blade of his knife brushing her cheek. She averted her eyes from his, his gaze terrified her so. She kept her head down and her eyes firmly shut. Then he instructed her towards the table. She hadn't really noticed it before, but as she opened her eyes and turned her view to it, she realised just how horrific this could get. Please, she wanted to say, please please no. Eva suddenly felt incredibly sick. It was all she could do not to throw up there and then, tears rolled down her cheeks in floods and she wanted to run. She looked for a moment towards the other man, and knew she had no real chance of escape with him there too. She had no wand, no strength and words. Eva couldn't even ask what they wanted, if there was something she could just give them they could wipe her memory and she could leave, they'd all be happy.
In silent submission, she slowly got to her feet, not taking her eyes off his blade, and made her way to the table. Shackles, various instruments and blades. Her mind fought not to imagine the horrors ahead of her. It reminded her of a story, a medieval tale of muggle dungeons. How could this happen to her here? In her home? The castle had always felt safe to her until now. She hopped onto the table, eyes downcast and tears still streaming, covering her exposed body with her arms. What else could she do?
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Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 17, 2012 23:36:09 GMT -5
![]() i.imgur.com/SMYkE.gif/img]She perched herself on the table, and she'd never looked lovelier. For once, Amycus could see what all the fuss was about. She was so ready to be opened up, so perfectly unwilling to go beneath the knife for him. A shiver crept down his spine. He approached the workbench fluidly, guiding her into position while crooning sweet nothings. Any resistance, any silent begging, were simply ignored. She would never leave this table, never run away from him again. She was his now.
The shackles clinked as he moved them, drawing her spread-eagle. He'd learned the hard way about proper restraints with the twelve year old muggle boy (the knots he'd used had slipped free and Amycus had had to drive his blade through the boy's hand to keep him still). He whistled jauntily as he turned to his tools, calloused hand dancing across the selection as he considered his options. Top or bottom? Hands or feet? Legs? Arms? He looked back to Evelina, watching those panicked eyes, cocking his head. He set his father's knife down on his tool tray.
"Let's start from the top, shall we?" he remarked, and there was a genuine lightness to his voice. His hand selected a pair of silver shears. They seemed to sing in his hands, begging to cutcutcutcutcutCUT. He palmed a scalpel, one of his favorites. Alecto had managed a tricky ever-sharp charm on the blade. Ah, what would he do without her?
Amycus ran a hand along her face, slapping her cheek once before sliding up to gather her hair. The shears snipped with quiet precision as he worked, dark brown tresses dropped unceremoniously on the floor. He hummed softly, trimming down down down to the scalp.
"Merlin, you have a lot of hair," he offered cheerily, "Ah! There. Oh, but your scalp is lovely," he remarked, as though she should be particularly flattered. The skin was pale olive, having never seen the sun. It was fresh, virgin skin, and incredibly inviting. His shears snipped ever faster, blunting the hair as much as he could, without a proper razor.
The shears made a little click as he set them down on his tray. They screamed for more, hated their mundane use, envied the scalpel. He would have to satiate the shears later. They were replaced with his wand, the devilsnare root held aloft in his off hand.
"I have this theory," he commented as he stooped over her head, eyes tracing a path across her forehead, "That beautiful people have superior bones. I haven't been wrong yet."
The cool bite of the scalpel touched the center of her forehead. Amycus smiled down at her, wild delight in his eyes. "Let's see if I'm right."
The scalpel slipped to the right, teasing flesh from muscle, muscle from bone, wand quietly cauterizing as he went. Amycus began to cut.
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 19, 2012 13:14:21 GMT -5
Eva watched with wide, fearful eyes as Amycus stood over her. He laid her down, shackled her and slapped her across her face. It was still just a terrible nightmare to her, as she struggled to get her head around the reality of her situation. How could someone be so cruel, why would anyone plan this for her and what could she have done to deserve. Her tormentor kept talking to her but she could only watch silently, softly sobbing. As he chopped at her hair, Eva had never felt more exposed. Not only was her toga taken from her but now even her head was bare. She could only look on pleadingly as her beautiful locks were cruelly sheared from her head. It had always been her pride, not just her hair but her beauty, and now this man was mocking that and taking it from her. She looked to the other man with equally pleading eyes, begging them silently to let her go. She had no idea how much worse her situation was about to get.
A silencing charm could only last so long, and the intensity of the pain she felt as Amycus carved into her head, exposing her skull, made her scream so desperately that it broke through the magic biding her vocal cords and a high piercing scream escaped from her lips. It reverberated through the room, louder than she ever thought possible. Eva felt the release of her anguish finally. She screamed and screamed as he carved at her head, not thinking about attracting attention but simply in so much pain that she could not hold it in. Tears streamed across her face, she had never felt pain like it.
"Please, please, no!" she begged through sobs, looking at the burnt faced man. At the beginning Amycus had seemed her best chance but now she had experienced his cruelty, the brutal fight at the toga party seemed like a joke. "Please don't kill me," Eva pleaded again, "Please let me go!"
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Post by Alecto Pandora Carrow on Oct 20, 2012 14:33:02 GMT -5
 Alecto had watched the events of the party carefully without getting involved directly. So much preparation and anticipation had lead them there this evening. She and her brother were experts in this field, it was what they were made for. Yet their Hogwarts years had been disappointingly void of such incidents because of the security of Albus Dumbledore’s school. But now they would be able to thrive without consequence thanks to the connected power of the Dark Lord’s minions. This night would determine in her mind once and for all whether their cause was worth her life. She dressed simply in dark robes, but had not opted for the mask. Despite her doubts, she had every intention to wear the damned thing. Lestrange had given her the porcelain face of a doll to disguise her identity, but once he had made his spectacle it seemed foolish to be associated with the masked attackers. Her own face was a better disguise. It fascinated her as Lestrange’s mask burst into flames and he shouted his agony to the room. Fire was something that had always intrigued her, she longed to examine his burns. Alecto prowled the corridors inconspicuously as the students poured out. She had even seen Black, Potter and their friends hobbling away and smiled angelically as they passed. She may have been Slytherin, but she didn’t have the reputation Lestrange did, she was not a known name through her own efforts. At the sound of a scream, Alecto had had enough. She opened the door and found that nobody had bothered to charm it. The girl wasn't much of an escape threat but really, precautions were not difficult to put in place. Although she was swift to shut the door behind herself, there was a brief time frame in which the girls screams slipped through the gap and filled the corridor with horror. "What's going on here?" she asked in soft, quiet tones. Her wide eyes scanned the room searchingly, in silent wonderment. She had studied emotions carefully and was certain that the look which crossed the victims face was identifiable. Hope, she thought, after careful examination. Alecto's presence had given the girl an innocent feeling of hope, how interesting. Crossing the room, she stood over the girl with a practised look of concern etched across her face. An expert in false expressions, she maintained this look even as she flicked her wand to click the door locked and cast a silencing charm over the entire room. In fact her question was more directed to Lestrange. He shouldn't be here, his presence was a variable which would damage the reliability of their results. But it was nothing to spoil the victory of having a victim here, finally, and they all knew Lestrange would not be coaxed to leave. Alecto calmly stroked the girl's cheek with, softly hushing her screams. There was no where she could go and nobody to help her. There was suddenly a whole dark army to defend she and her brother from any consequences. Screaming was a waste of energy she would surely need to survive. She begged for her life through desperate sobs. “Soon, you will change your mind,” Alecto told her softly. “The only interesting thing about you is how long that will take.” She was never one to interfere with her brother’s experiments, nor did she want to distract him from his work. But she was such a fan of it. Her attention was torn between the hard work at the table and the burns wounding Lestrange’s face. She stepped away from both, resisting her own desires and stood vigilant at the door, listening for suspicious signs of life in the corridor with her eyes fixated on the torture. They might have all the power the Dark Lord could offer, but they weren’t Death Eaters yet and part of her still remained on edge at such a risky crime.
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Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 23, 2012 12:11:13 GMT -5
 She kept thrashing about, screaming through Lestrange's magic. This was how it was supposed to be. He liked it when they fought desperately for their lives, when they begged and let their pain consume them. It was a beautiful thing to watch, the collapse of one's humanity. He liked to make them lash out, scream and hiss and try to gouge out his eyes, liked to break everything about them until they were little more than caged beasts.
His scalpel slipped during her struggle, and he frowned at the imperfect cut. He would have to mend that once he was done, but for now he simply clamped down on her face with his large hand, twisting it cruelly to the left. With better access to her temple, he continued to cut. He wanted her scalp, wanted it mounted in his shed back at home, along with all his other trophies. He'd place her pieces on the west wall, towards the top. He liked the light there. It would complement her nicely.
He worked with the skill that only came from experience. He had grown fond of scalping at fifteen. Not only did it afford him a lovely trophy, but it let him see the skull, let him trace its anatomy. He would save her brain until last, a tradition developed over the past few years. The brain didn't feel pain like the flesh. And he needed more screams.
Alecto's presence did little to calm Amycus. On the contrary. The completeness she offered him coaxed a grin across his face. Alecto was safe, in sight, and if needed, able to lend her own expert assistance. He hadn't liked the thought of her in the halls, outside of their protective charms. The Death Eaters, at least, had helped provide the tools necessary to hide this little room. Those that passed it would simply not realise it was there and move on. Subtle, but beautiful magic. He was reluctantly impressed.
He repeated his actions of the right side of her head, coaxing his blade down to the bone, dragging against it so he could better lift her scalp from the skull, loving the scraping sound of knife to bone. He wanted to capture that song and play it forever in his mind, never forget the beautiful tones of a blade.
"Ah," he breathed, beginning to peel back the top of her scalp, scalpel making quick work of connective tissue, wand cauterizing with a quiet hiss and the smell of cooked meat. "Lovely."
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 24, 2012 7:12:33 GMT -5
Rabastan had watched silently until now. He had asked Amycus to do this. Okay, not this in particular - this was beyond his expectations - but what was happening was his doing, his orders. Lucius had given him the task and it was his responsibility. He could have simply have done the job himself, stalked and snatched the girl and given her a good scare and a few scars. But this.. Amycus was scalping the girl, her agony was piercing Blood was everywhere and.. Hair. She had been beautiful when she entered, pure and pretty. Now she was defaced and broken, this had already gone too far.
When the other twin entered Rab felt it could only get worse. The girl looked incredibly young for her age compared to Amycus at least. If Amycus was a snake, Alecto looked positively kitten-like. Perhaps that was more dangerous, as judging from her words and utter lack of genuine compassion, Alecto had the very same cruel mind. The way she looked at him irritated him somewhat. At first she seemed to shun his presence completely. This was his job, his plan, how dare she question his presence here. What was going on, was Rabastan was giving her an opportunity to enact her darkest dreams, he thought. But he had to reason that it wasn't worth a rash exchange of words across the room in front of their victim. Rab got up from his chair and crossed the room to where Alecto stood guard at the door, eyeing her up. He really didn't know what to think of this little thing, but he could see her fascination with his newly scorched skin and the open skin of their victim's head - it was intensely creepy and equally intriguing.
As he reached the doorway, Rab placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head to face his own and staring into empty eyes. He felt a little like a child getting a bit too close to the reptile cage. It was inadvisable, but some measure of his boredom and irritation lead him to do it anyway. "Is there something about my face that interests you, Alecto?" He had noticed Amycus' possessive feelings towards her at their encounter in Hogsmeade. It wasn't as though he thought it was the best idea to goad Amycus, but his attitude angered him and if he couldn't interfere he could certainly entertain himself. She might be creepy, but she was certainly interesting. Their dynamic was. He had the desire to poke it with a stick. "Do you ever worry your brother is tempted to carve your own head open and take a peak at his twin's brain?"
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Post by Alecto Pandora Carrow on Oct 25, 2012 1:48:27 GMT -5
 Alecto was relishing the painful screams coming from their victim. Her brother's skill always impressed her. She could have sat and watched for hours, noting each turn in the girl's So, as intriguing as Lestrange's wounds were for her, they were far less interesting than the inside of this girl's skull. She didn't like his behaviour. She didn't like being touched, nor did she like being distracted from the show at hand, or the way he was looking into her soul so presumptuously. She shook his hand from her chin but her expression did not change as he spoke. His questions were ridiculous and not worth her time, but his boldness warranted an answer.
"I was simply wondering how much longer you could have burnt before your blood boiled. And if my brother wanted to see my brain," she hissed quietly and calmly, still meeting his gaze. "I'd carve my skull open myself."
Then Alecto heard something she didn't like. Footsteps, getting louder. She listened intently, still staring emptily at the boy in front of her. The corridor they had chosen was not blessed with high foot traffic during the day, so any visitors at this hour were particularly suspicious.
She turned back to Rabastan and said simply, "Quiet." As though she were talking to a pet, a dog. She knew her brother had work to finish, and if someone had managed to pin their location this closely even with the magic which shielded their little room from view, then they weren't safe from detection. Plus the odds that this was coincidental were minimal given the size of Hogwarts castle, the time of day and the unlikely location. They couldn't risk it. She stood incredibly still, listening carefully.
They were completely hidden from sight where they were, and she didn’t need silence for fear they would hear as the charm she had cast was entirely containing the weak pleas for help. She simply needed to listen, wait for them to pass. The problem wasn’t them finding the room, they just couldn’t escape with snooping eyes outside.
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 25, 2012 3:17:44 GMT -5
It was true that when the young girl entered, Eva felt a sudden burst of hope. She was convinced they were going to kill her, and the entrance of this innocent looking stranger gave her a chance of escape. The girl looked confused, questioned the situation and even drew her wand presumably prepared for defence. But the attackers didn’t react to her entrance, and suddenly, when the girl flicked the door locked, Eva realised she now had three tormentors.
She could speak now, and had only moments ago wanted to use her new found vocal cords to warn this girl to run and get help. She didn’t look in the same league as these two men. But now she was shocked into silence. The girl stroked her cheek and she could only stare back at those big, innocent looking eyes in paralysed fear.
Eva's eyes were wide as Amycus pushed her head roughly aside, pressing it into the table while he carved. It was cruel, merciless pain that filled her and her screams resounded through the room. How could they listen to the horror of her screams and not react. She hadn't even ever harmed a hair on the tiniest of spiders, and these tormentors were causing her more pain than she had ever felt and seemed even to enjoy it. It didn't matter how she cried, how she screamed or begged they merely mocked her and continued with their torture.
The girl who she had thought her saviour was just as cruel as the two men. Any hope she had was drained from her with her blood and strength as it became incredibly clear that she was as psychopathic as the others. The girl was merely watching her with morbid fascination as Amycus cut her. All she could do was beg, beg a force she didn't understand to save her. But when she heard the footsteps, as Alecto had, she wanted to scream. No longer did she she wish for help, or want to scream for salvation, all she wanted to scream was run, to save the approaching footsteps from the same fate. For all she knew, this was a random attack, a senseless crime and she was just unfortunate. The thought of anyone suffering similar pain haunted her thoughts.
Steadily, as she tried to scream, she felt herself becoming incredibly weak. The pain had gotten too intense, too much for her mind and body to handle. She wanted to be sick, her body felt numb and everything went a strange shade of black and she slipped helplessly in and out of consciousness, disorientated and dizzy.
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Post by Sirius Black on Oct 27, 2012 8:12:31 GMT -5
  They had been scanning the map, searching for what seemed an age. Everyone was in bed at this hour, even the most tipsy stragglers had found their way back to their dorms apparently as they hadn’t passed a single soul in all the time they had searched. They had split, but with the aid of the map Sirius had found his friends again, not too far from the class room by the bewildered statue. It had seemed as though their night would be the stuff of legends, but this had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. Sirius gave them a defeated look. “Any ideas?” he asked, hopefully. “If they are around, and do have her, they’re hiding it pretty damn well.” The map hadn’t had much more ideas. He had thought he was on to something, when it picked up a disappearing room on the floor – he had only noticed because of the glitch on the parchment, to look at there was nothing unordinary about the corridor and when he got there he couldn’t work out where the room had ever been. It was possible however that he had missed it when they made the thing originally. Sirius sent a flurry of hexes around the corridor to show up signs of suspicious magic, but if they had hidden themselves they were using darker magic than he had encountered in the school previously. He wasn’t convinced he could break the defences alone. “There are some oddities by the old Arithmancy classrooms,” Sirius told them warily. “Might be worth another look?” It was all they could do, to look, but he couldn’t help but feel dejected at the prospect of trying to find this lost girl in the castle. If anyone could, it was them – between the range of tools and skills they had, he doubted even their wise headmaster new as many of the castles secrets as they did. So to spend so long and find so little, Sirius felt a familiar feeling of dread.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 27, 2012 8:54:51 GMT -5
Rab didn’t expect such a blunt answer, it was amusing to hear such horrific words leave the plump lips of her round, innocent little face. “Interesting to know there is a little loyalty between psychopaths,” he conceded, becoming more and more alarmed by her intense, empty gaze. He had intended to continue his ill-advised probing of this odd little mind, but he realised shortly after she had that there were in fact footsteps approaching. He could hear faint voices too, there were definitely people around and their own allies would not be so recklessly vocal given their activities.
“Shit,” he muttered quietly. Whoever was around couldn’t see them, their room was undetectable, but if someone was clever enough or knew what they were looking for, they might find something suspicious about the corridor. The magic was strong and intelligent, but it was not impeccable. There was always the chance that someone may figure out there was something wrong. And if that was the case they would struggle to get out without getting caught. He had intended to wipe the girls memory and leave her there, but with a little squad outside the door it would make it awfully difficult.
He felt considerably more concerned then his female company appeared, and the state of Amycus and Gamp just worried him further. There was only so much magic could do, they didn’t have time to cast a dozen cleaning spells and even if they did what in Merlin’s name were they to do with all the equipment?
“You need to finish up,” he told Amycus firmly, before turning back to the other twin. “And we need a distraction.”
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Post by Livia Grimm on Oct 27, 2012 10:06:05 GMT -5
Livia had still been contemplating the nights events as she prowled the corridors. The redheaded mudblood who had labelled her a coward played on her mind. It was a tad soft, she had to admit, to curse a man from behind. But it had been her only option, and there would be plenty of opportunity to pick fights face to face. It was more the scent of another wolf that caused her real doubts.
Fenrir and the others, like her, were the only family she had ever known. She was willing to die for their cause, was risking her life even now, but seeds of doubt over their loyalty to her plagued her mind now. Why else would another wolf be in the school, but as another spy for them. And if that was the case, how much further had he gotten with his search for knowledge. Was she so easily replaceable?
Standing guard was an extremely boring job, until they came back. The same group who they had come into conflict with had returned. They must have suspected something, she reasoned, in which case they were impressively intelligent. She smelt them before she heard them, and knew she didn’t have much time before they discovered her. Lestrange and the others had protection for the work, outside the room she was exposed to their eyes and ears.
If they stuck around, the others would have great difficulty escaping the scene of the crime without being spotted. Liv knew it was a risk to herself, but she had to keep up a relationship with the Dark Lord’s minions if her position here was to remain secure. That was the only thing which possessed her to howl, a loud and clear sign of her identity and location. It echoed down the corridors and as soon as she had done it – she ran. Quick, agile and without a second thought, she ran hoping they would put up some sort of chase but not sparing a second thought to check. She needed to lure them as far away as she possibly could to give them as much time to get out of there as they could hope for. Livia may have lacked in strength, but she was incredibly fast.
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Post by Amycus P. Carrow on Oct 30, 2012 13:54:27 GMT -5
 Things went to hell very quickly.
One moment, Amycus was lovingly inspecting his latest scalp, cleaning it with his wand. It was such soft skin, as tight as it had been pulled over her skull. He'd set it gently on his work table, and had been busy inspecting her skull when a series of events interrupted his work quite rudely.
It began with Lestrange touching his sister. His temper began to flare, and he'd struggled to control it. His impetuous questions to Alecto had his large hand abandoning the scalpel for his father's knife. His knuckles went white about the hilt as he debated on turning and abandoning Evelina for Lestrange. The smell of burned flesh was so tempting, a savory sweet taste upon the air, and Rabastan was looking more and more appealing for the bench.
Then the footsteps. Alecto's order for quiet made him hesitate. The voices, muffled by magic and stone walls, reached his heightened senses. Amycus' lips curved into a silent snarl. His hands were shaking. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was all wrongwrongwrongwrongWRONG. His work was being rudely interrupted.
When Lestrange barked his order, Amycus snapped. He twisted to Evelina and the blade sunk deep into her throat. The blade pierced the larynx, where he approximated her vocal cords to sit, just below her hyoid. The knife stood tall, buried to the hilt.
"There," he crooned to Lestrange as he turned, fingers selecting his shears. He might as well indulge them after all. They sang in his hand while he fixed his cool gaze on his fellow Slytherin, lips curving into a pleased smirk. "All finished." TAG|death eateerrrrs WORDS|# 271 OUTFIT|HERE x NOTES|now look what you made amycus do. tut tut
LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
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