Amycus was having a lazy day. No, scratch that. He was having a lazy few years. Since the war had ended and he had to go into hiding there was nothing for him to do. He could have done like his darling Alecto had and started using Polyjuice, but he just wasn’t that interested in doing things like that. The concoction was foul and he didn’t want to drink it over and over and over again. No, he’d leave that to others. But in leaving that to others that meant he was left with hiding. Always hiding. It was annoying and more boring then he liked.
Today though he’d decided that he was going to go to Knockturn. It was easy to go there. Just throw on a nice, hooded robe and act all menacing and people skirted around you. He was good at being menacing. He just wished he could add in the actual hurting of the people he was menacing to it like he used it. He missed the good old days.
It was a boring day in the Alley though. Nothing fun was happening. No one had tried to act all big and tough at him and they’d all skirted around him quickly and refused to look. That was no fun. He wanted someone to look at him, say something to provoke him, so he could have an excuse. He didn’t like needing an excuse, but he had to have one now. Something interesting was about to happen though, he was certain of it. There was a redhead just blundering down the way as though he owned it and certainly looking as though he expected Amycus to be the one to move. He was only happy to not oblige that idea as he quite happily stayed right where he was.
“I wouldn’t if I were you, ginger.” Best to give a little call out and see what he did. It was fun to let them know that he saw them and wasn’t going to move. Sometimes they had fun reactions.