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Tweak says, "cheeeeeese"

Lily Evans (aimed_curse) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-03-11 19:25:00

Entry tags:

! 03/1977, ! thread, char: amycus carrow, char: rabastan lestrange, char: rodolphus lestrange

Who: Amycus and Rodolphus, Rabastan can come in near the end
What: Traps, a confrontation and maybe even a fight
When: After this thread
Where: Lestrange Manor
Rating: PG-13 (at least)
Status: Incomplete

Amycus had apparated directly into his bedroom at Lestrange Manor after he and Bellatrix had finished eating and catching up. He couldn't be sure but something about the meal she'd fixed had seemed off to him although that could have been due to how burned it was. Regardless he hadn't eaten very much of it and he hadn't said anything to Bella about it tasting bad. He rolled over in the bed, trying to relax and sleep but he couldn't. He sighed and got up to go to the kitchen and see if he could find something to eat.

He decided against grabbing his robe as he headed for the door, guessing that everyone else in the house would be in bed already since it was so late. He opened the door and almost screamed at the sudden flames that leapt up and set the hem of his pajama pants on fire, hastily muttering a charm to douse the flames before they could do any serious damage to him or his clothes. He looked down at the floor and saw the remains of the trap that had been set and a small humorless smile appeared on his face. "Rodolphus. Of course," he said softly, setting off down the hall towards the older Lestrange boys room, his plan of going to get something to eat forgotten.

He reached Rodolphus' room and started pounding on the door, not caring if he woke the rest of the house up. "Open the damn door Rodolphus," he growled.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 12:16 am UTC (link)

It wasn't often that Rodolphus was even at home in the night, especially as of late. The night live of England's many cities, the Dark Lord and his business, his desire to grow up, get out of the house, and be on his own, all kept him far away from Lestrange manor. This weekend was different, for obvious reasons, and the only thing that kept Rodolphus up was the promise of the smell of smoke once Amycus returned home. At first he'd begun to think that it would never come. Had Rabastan taken down all his traps? But soon his patience and effort was rewarded.

He sat up in his bed at the smell of smoke, the pounding on his door, and he grinned widely as he went to answer. If he didn't, undoubtedly Amycus would wake the whole house and his mother would probably get back at him for ruining her sleep the next morning. Tugging the entrance open and taking a step back as he did, Rodolphus allowed Amycus into his lair.

Not that the male Carrow would look but Rodolphus' room was rather neat, dominated by a large bed. The windows were covered by heavy curtains and against the wall between a bookshelf filled with few books and more trinkets, jars filled with blood and bugs, weird animals in foggy liquids and collections of bones amidst pads, balls, and gear for Quidditch and a wardrobe sat a writing desk. In the center of it was his journal and a stack of newspapers. The walls were filled with columns of shadow boxes each filled with one or a group of different bugs are carefully pinned and preserved.

"What's wrong?" He asked innocently. "Can't Rabastan handle it? You're his friend."

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 12:37 am UTC (link)

Amycus shoved past Rodolphus, his fury blocking out any rational thought related to the fact that the other man was both taller and heavier than he was. His wand was still out in his hand and he had a wide assortment of curses circling through his head as he turned to watch Rodolphus close the door.

Under normal circumstances he'd have noticed the shadow boxes of bugs and other oddities in the room but at the moment he wasn't capable of noticing anything. "Someone set a trap on my door. Almost as if they were trying to catch me on fire for some reason. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" he asked coldly, his eyes glittering with suppressed rage.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 12:46 am UTC (link)

Amycus wasn't the only one struggling against their temper. Nothing could have been more of a lie than the smile on Rodolphus' face in that instant. Of course he wanted to tear Amycus' head off but he was also working on controlling his temper. He was working on controlling himself. His lack of it had gotten him into far too much trouble lately.

"Why in the world would someone do that to you?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his desk with his hands braced on the surface where his wand sat against the spine of his journal just in case. "You're not hurt are you? I'd be beside myself" with joy "if something happened to you while you were my guest."

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 01:14 am UTC (link)

Amycus wanted to do nothing more than curse the smile right off Rodolphus' face and his hand tightened on his wand in preparation of doing so but for now he still had control of himself. Barely but he was still in control.

"If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be here asking you now would I?" he asked his voice getting icier with every word. He noticed Rodolphus' wand beside his journal and fought against the urge to raise his own wand and curse Rodolphus. His main defense against curses had always been his ability to cast them faster.

"Cut the shit Rod. Why the hell did you try to set me on fire? And with such a poor attempt," he added, injecting a note of scorn into his voice.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 01:30 am UTC (link)

Rodolphus still just shook his head feigning ignorance as casually as he could. "I insist I don't know what you're talking about. But if you ask me, it couldn't have been such a poor attempt if it was so effective. But never mind that. Now that you're here do you want a drink? I have some fire whiskey. You can tell me all about the wonderful evening I imagine you had."

He must have been a glutton for punishment posing a question like that but how infuriatingly envious he was of Amycus being invited over to see Bellatrix he needed to know the details. He had to know what happened.

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 02:08 am UTC (link)

Amycus' eyes narrowed at Rodolphus continued insistence that he knew nothing about the trap left at Amycus' door. "If it was effective I'd have been hurt. Instead of just having my pajamas singed a bit," he said, distaste obvious in his voice.

"I'm sure that your imaginings couldn't even begin to touch the evening I spent with dear Bella," he said. "It was truly unforgettable in so many ways," he added, conjuring a chair and sitting down. The truth was probably far more boring than whatever Rodolphus had imagined. He relaxed his grip on his wand barely, pretending to be casual and relaxed talking with Rodolphus.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 02:17 am UTC (link)

"Maybe the intention wasn't to actually harm you but just get you upset. Like when you smack a dog in the nose with a newspaper. Make sure they know they did something wrong but without hurting a loyal pet." He kept an eye on Amycus and once he sat down he sighed and went to collect his firewhiskey from the bottom of his book shelf and two glasses. He poured a shot for each of them as he listened to Amycus' explanation.

His own imaginings? He couldn't imagine Amycus doing anything with Bellatrix if he were being honest. Whether that was because his mind simply wouldn't allow it or because he couldn't picture anyone doing anything with her that wasn't him he didn't know. He did know, though, that he needed a drink and he took his shot before holding the second out to Amycus. The clock on his wall ticked, the only sound amidst the silence of his room.

"You know," he said finally, "If we weren't on the same side of an impending war I would kill you."

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 03:06 am UTC (link)

Amycus raised his eyebrow at Rodolphus' comparison of what happened at his room to someone disciplining a dog. "Are you suggesting that I did something that deserved punishment?" he asked his voice deceptively mild. "I can't think of anything. All I've done is come here and then go to Bella's. Hardly anything that I think would deserve being punished," he added in that same tone, watching cautiously as Rodolphus poured the drinks.

He leaned forward slightly to accept the offered drink but didn't sip it. He'd been watching too carefully for Rodolphus to have put anything in it but he wasn't quite certain he felt comfortable drinking with Rodolphus just yet. Amycus allowed the silence to stretch between them, watching Rodolphus with that cold, blank stare he'd perfected over the years.

"You might try," he said angling his wand up slightly and pointing it at Rodolphus, just so that he'd be ready if Rodolphus made a move for his own.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 03:16 am UTC (link)

"I'm only attempting to figure out why someone would want to try and set you on fire. I don't know what you do in your free time that would be worthy of a newspaper to the nose." When Amycus took the drink he leaned back into his chair and drank his second before setting both bottle and glass to the side.

Rodolphus looked tired, which wasn't surprising given the late hour and as he sat back in his chair he pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms across the tops. "Nah. Pretty sure I'd just do it. Simply trying but not following through seems like a waste of time."

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 03:42 am UTC (link)

Amycus gave a soft brittle laugh at Rodolphus' repeating his comparison of Amycus to some type of disobedient dog. "I'm not sure I like you comparing me to a dog Rodolphus," he said quietly.

He noticed the tired look on Rodolphus' face and knew that manners dictated he should finish his drink and return to his room. The only problem was that Amycus didn't feel like following the rules of manners. "If you were going to do it, we wouldn't be sitting here discussing it. You'd be doing it. Or like I said trying," he said giving Rodolphus a cold smile.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 03:55 am UTC (link)

Rodolphus narrowed his eyes at Amycus when he said that, not out of anger but honest confusion and after a moment of staring he groaned and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his hand over his face. "Amy!" He crooned and unfolded himself so he could lean closer to him despite their distance and he repeated himself, very slowly, "I said if we were not on the same side I would kill you. Key words being if we were not on the same side. Since we are on the same side that means I will not try to kill you which is why I'm currently not regretting my decision against maintaining a bath tub filled with dermestes maculatus. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The fact that Amycus refused to go into specifics about what he did with Bellatrix was more frustrating than his unwanted house guest trying to prove he was tough. He wanted to know. He also wanted to know what it was about Amycus that Bellatrix liked so much. What had they talked about? Had they talked about him? What had she said about him?

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aimed_curse
2012-03-12 04:33 am UTC (link)

Amycus didn't even bother trying to hide the look of contempt that he knew passed over his face at Rodolphus calling him 'Amy'. "Don't you ever call me that," he hissed, furious.

It took a minute for the rest of what Rodolphus was saying to filter through his anger. "I will never understand your obsession with bugs. I don't think Bella gets it either. She found your last gift rather repugnant," he said.

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parentalia
2012-03-12 04:54 am UTC (link)

The more Amycus spoke the more Rodolphus shook his head and by the end of his last claim, the eldest Lestrange was even laughing a bit. "No, no." He claimed, wagging a finger between them. "I didn't...I didn't send her anything." There was a distinct lack of conviction in his voice that grew the more that he thought about it and soon he wasn't laughing at all. He remembered the journal entry Bellatrix had made after his last owl but there hadn't been anything unusual about it. She had told him to stop and insisted it was an unwanted hassle but he refused to believe it. He still didn't believe it. It didn't matter what Amycus said about it. Nope.

He turned his head away to look up at the mountains of specimens crawling up the walls and knew claiming it wasn't him didn't serve as the foundation for a very strong case. Then his eyes fell on the skull necklace Bellatrix had given him when she'd showed up at the house with her hair combed dressed as comely as he'd ever seen her and couldn't help but smile. "They're awful. You know there is a fly that will lay eggs in a human host and when the larvae hatch they eat their way out of you?"