WHO: Amycus Carrow and Tilly Dawlish WHEN: Just before breakfast WHERE: Amycus Carrow's office SUMMARY: Tilly narks RATING: PG STATUS: Complete
Tilly already felt her stomach churning, even though she hadn't eaten since waking up. Maybe the dinner she had last night was really that bad. Or maybe, she alluded, that it was due to the fact that she was unable to think about anything other than the Potterwatch broadcast from the previous night. It wasn't so much that the content of it that bothered her, as much as that such a thing existed. The speakers had said not to trust propaganda, but what were they doing? They were a bunch of hypocrites, to be honest. And it angered her that they would suggest that people like her sister, a Wizarding Wireless Network News anchor, and her father, an Auror, would be lying about the present situation.
So much so that, in fact, Tilly stood outside of Professor Amycus Carrow's office, debating whether what she was about to do was the right thing. She considered it over for a few more minutes, but she figured that this was for the good, for everyone, regardless whether they thought so or not. Tilly had gotten hardly any sleep over the night, as she was too busy considering this exact moment, but she knew she had to do it.
Taking a deep breath, she finally knocked on the door, waiting for Professor Carrow's voice. Meanwhile, her stomach had twisted and turned into a million knots. She adjusted her robes and tie, to busy herself, but her head was already pounding loudly.
Amycus was busy going over the day's lesson plans. He was looking forward to the new spell that they would be learning, and was energetically practicing on Bubba, the extra large teddy bear that sat in a corner of his office. It was a rare thing for a student to come to his office, so when he heard the knocking he jumped up from his desk and gave a wheezy giggle.
"Come in, come in," he said, gesturing at the door even if there wasn't anyone there to see him do it. When he saw that it was Tilly he offered her a toothy smile. "Miss Dawlish," he said. "What brings you here so early?"
Tilly walked in, slightly apprehensive. Her gaze fell on the giant bear that sat in the corner, and she couldn't help but raise both of her brows. This man certainly loved teddy bears, she assumed, but her attention returned to the professor. It took all of her willpower to stop herself from looking at his forearm, even though it was covered up, but instead she stared at his teeth.
"Good morning, Professor Carrow," she spoke, with a small smile. "I just had something to say -- and I know it may make me look suspicious, but I figured I ought to say something before things get worse."
His brow furrowed deeply as she started. "Hm," he said. "Hm, hm, hm," He shook his head. "I am sure that you are coming to me for a very important reason, Miss Dawlish. And I assure you that I will not accuse you of anything if you make your case well known. I am curious what you mean by worse. I think it is very important that we keep the school running well. Hmmmmm, wouldn't you say?" He stood and paced the small space of his desk before he turned abruptly to face her.
"Tell me, Miss Dawlish. What weighs heavily on your mind?"
A little startled by the professor's abrupt turn to face her, Tilly took a few moments to calm down, though her breathing was still a little too fast. "Well," she started, her heart racing. "Last night, there was a broadcast on the wireless -- 'Potterwatch'. It was supposed to give us information that has not otherwise provided through The Daily Prophet or the WWN or any other news sources, according to The Quibbler."
She paused, before continuing. "And I believe that more students will listen to it, in the future."
His eyes widened though his brow was still low. He was absolutely aghast, that much was clear. Amycus turned to face the wall and then back to face Tilly. "Tell me more," he said, leaning in to address her. "How did they access this broadcast? What channel was it on? What did it say? Did you hear it?"
Tilly looked away from him, her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed together. She nervously licked her lips, and crossed her arms across her stomach. She felt sick, and felt like she was going to vomit in about two seconds. She pursed her lips for a moment, and when that reflex went away, Tilly inhaled sharply before exhaling loudly and answering his questions.
"I can't remember what channel it was on -- but it required a password to listen to. The password was 'Moody' and it was released through The Quibbler this week. I heard it, and it was mostly talking about the Muggle-born Registration Commission, and Professor Umbridge, and Har-- Potter's infiltration of the Ministry and that he didn't kill anyone," she spoke, too fast.
"Interesting," he said. "Very interesting." He picked at his chin. "Miss Dawlish, I assure you that no suspicion will befall you," he said, as though she should be impressed by the language he used. "Certainly not. Quite the contrary. Ten points to Gryffindor, in fact, for all that you have done for us. You may go onto breakfast now. Please, do scoot along. I must speak with Professor Carrow now about what shall be done. But thank you for what you've done. Please," he said, drawing out the word. "Do not hesitate to come and seen me for any… concerns."
A sense of relief took over her, when she realised that she wasn't being punished, after all. Her face instantly lit up, and Tilly smiled genuinely this time. "Oh, thank you, Professor," she beamed, at receiving the ten points. "I will seek you out, if there is anything to be concerned about." Tilly nodded, and dropped her hands to the side. "I will see you in class!" she exclaimed, turning around, to head to the Great Hall. Suddenly, she was bloody starving.