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Tweak says, "Give me your password"

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 2012-03-13 02:22 am UTC (link)
	Important wasn't really the word for it. Vital, maybe? There were few things Rodolphus loved in this world: The Dark Lord, Bellatrix Black, and his collection. The second crash of broken glass hurt him internally but he refused to turn and see what had been destroyed. He didn't want to know. "Amy!" He said again, much louder this time and with his teeth bared. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aimed_curse
2012-03-13 02:49 am UTC (link)

Amycus shook his head and laughed softly. This was the most fun he'd had in a long time.

He gave Rodolphus a slow smile and flicked his wand at another display, sending it crashing to the floor. He stood up from his chair, empty glass in hand and walked over to the desk, crushing pieces of glass and bugs under his feet. He grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey and refilled his glass standing there sipping it slowly as he stared at Rodolphus.

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parentalia
2012-03-13 02:54 am UTC (link)

Amycus probably shouldn't have gotten within arms reach of Rodolphus at that particular moment. He held onto the bottle of liquor so Amycus would have to tug before he released it and with his hands now empty he launched himself off of his perch and caught the other Wizard between his arms as he tacked him onto the ground.

Rodolphus had been half tempted to smash his jar of house centipedes over Amycus' head, especially since some of them were still alive, but there wasn't time to collect a weapon so he just punched him instead.

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aimed_curse
2012-03-13 03:09 am UTC (link)

Amycus was already slightly off balance from having to tug the bottle out of Rodolphus' hand and he hit the ground hard when Rodolphus tackled him, his glass shattering on the floor.

He didn't have time to even try and block the punch that Rodolphus threw at him. His wand had flown out of his hand at the moment of impact and the only recourse left to him was punching Rodolphus. He couldn't get his arm free enough to hit him in the face so he punched him in the stomach instead. "Get off of me you tosser!" he shouted.

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parentalia
2012-03-13 03:19 am UTC (link)

The number of times Rodolphus had been hit by bludgers in the stomach, the back, even the face were far too many for him to count and Amycus' punch definitely didn't hold anywhere near as much strength as the charmed Quidditch ball. A bludger had broken his arm once. He doubted Amycus could even open a blood vessel.

He growled at him, his thick fingered hands finding his throat as he squeezed. "You come into my house," he snapped at him, "where you aren't wanted! Destroy my things! Sneak off to have dinner with my...my-" he wasn't quite sure what to call Bellatrix. She wasn't his anything. "With the woman I love," he decided, "and believe you can call me your friend?"

So much for maintaining his self control!

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aimed_curse
2012-03-13 03:39 am UTC (link)

Amycus knew that his punch hadn't carried much force behind it and he balled his fist up to try again but before he could Rodolphus' fingers were wrapped around his throat and starting to squeeze.

Amycus reached out looking for anything he could use as a weapon, his hand finally finding one of the larger pieces of glass and closing around it. He felt the jagged edges cutting into his hand as he picked it up and jammed it down into Rodolphus hand, twisting it as he did so.

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_alwaid
2012-03-13 04:52 pm UTC (link)

Rabastan had been sound asleep when the sound of breaking glass wrenched him violently from his dreams. He sat still, waiting, but when the sounds came again he leapt out of bed and dashed down the hall, flinging open the door to Rodolphus' room and staring in horror. His brother and Amycus were on the ground, and for a second he thought they might be, er, well... But the moment he saw the blood on their hands he knew.

"S-s-stop it!" He ran over and snatched the glass out of Amycus' hand, heedless of the way it cut into his own, mingling his blood with his brothers and his best friends. "W-what are you d-d-d-doing!"

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parentalia
2012-03-14 12:27 am UTC (link)

Rodolphus grimaced as Amycus stabbed him with the glass from his broken wall hangings, gritting his teeth but refusing to let go, not until he'd gotten everything he wanted out of the one beneath him, mainly the gurgling sound of desperation as he tried again and again, in vain, to collect one solid breath before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Then Rabastan broke in and put an end to everything. It was probably for the best even if he didn't immediately feel that way. With a frustrated growl, he sat back without getting off of his captive and he shook his hand, spattering his warm blood over the other's face. "Oh you know," he snarled, his tone scathing although not necessarily because of Rabastan. "Just playing!" He didn't take his eyes off of Amycus.

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aimed_curse
2012-03-14 12:43 am UTC (link)

Amycus had tried not to react to the pain as the glass cut deeper into his hand when Rabastan jerked it away from him, but he hadn't been able to completely hide his wince. Or the relief on his face when he was finally able to breathe again when Rodolphus let go of his throat. He lay there for a minute without moving or speaking just breathing in deeply, not wanting to think about how close he'd just come to unconsciousness, or worse, at the hands of his best friends older brother. Someone he'd always considered a friend as well. Or at least he had until tonight.

He glared up at Rodolphus, ignoring Rabastan for the moment, as he reached up to wipe Rodolphus' blood off his face. "Get off me," he said, his words somewhat obscured by the sudden thickness of his Greek accent combined with the soreness from being choked.

He glanced over at Rabastan and felt a stab of guilt at the horror he saw on his friends face. "What does it look like?" he muttered, feeling a bit ashamed of himself. "Things got a little out of hand Rab. That's all," he said, hoping that Rabastan would believe him and let it go but a part of him knew that his friend probably wouldn't.

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_alwaid
2012-03-14 07:08 am UTC (link)

Rabastan felt like he was being torn in half. He looked between his brother (who he was finally, finally getting close to) and his best friend, the one person in the whole world he could always count on. How the Hell had this happened?

"G-get off h-him Rodolphus." He threw the glass away in disgust. "A-Amycus, g-get out of h-here. G-go back to y-your room." I'll meet you there lay unspoken but plain in Rabastans eyes. "I d-don't give a s-s-shit what you w-were fighting a-about, b-but it ends n-now." He couldn't control the infernal stutter, or the way his hands shook, but his eyes were steel and his face was hard. This ended, now.

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