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Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-14 22:55:00

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!2003: 10, !incomplete, amycus carrow, ron weasley

Who: Ron Weasley & Amycus Carrow
What: Scene lottery! Running into familiar faces.
Where: Knockturn Alley
When: Thursday morning
Rating/Warnings: TBA/Violence, maybe?

Ron wasn't in quite as bad a mood as he normally was when he was required to get up before the sun. Today there were four days of vacation waiting for him when five o'clock rolled around - starting today he would finally, finally have more than a hurried, late-night take-away and crash with Hermione. He was questioning his decision to spend the time somewhere mostly known for hiking and other outdoor entertainment, because he wasn't sure he wanted to do anything but lounge around in the hotel room. But no one would make him go hiking. Probably.

In any case, it had to be better than sitting around the office and spending the weekend on the couch catching up on sleep. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, now, to make the day pass as quickly as he wanted it to do - but he'd started off by starting early. No sense lying around at home and waiting. He was eager to start, and start now.

He was never too hurried to pass up his usual dash through Diagon and its environs, however. He didn't put much stock in rituals, but he told himself that this wasn't that. It was calming, it was familiar. And part of it was energizing - making a pass through Knockturn felt good sometimes. There was a triumph there that it was easy to forget when he was pushing paper. The shadowy figure he was about to pass on the sidewalk was probably simply minding his own business, but Ron didn't make room for anyone on the street here anymore. If it didn't move aside, it was going to get shoved into.

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amycus__carrow
2010-10-16 04:13 am UTC (link)

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.

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geroffme
2010-10-17 03:26 pm UTC (link)

"No?" Ron flipped the side of his cloak out a little as he walked, sounding bored. The uniform underneath (probably the most impressive part of his job to date, not that he was complaining) usually shut people up, especially around here. It was a bit heavy handed, but then - so was he. And he had never much enjoyed being called ginger. "I wouldn't make trouble for yourself, if I were you," he said, looking straight on at him when they were a moment or two away from knocking shoulders.

That was when he recognized him - and at first, he wasn't sure from where. It might have been posters, a newspaper, some run-in during the war, he couldn't be sure - but he knew that it was bad. It didn't matter to him that he couldn't put a name to the face. He had his wand out a second later. "Who are you?" he demanded, now blocking the way even more resolutely. He wasn't quite prepared to shoot first and ask questions later.

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amycus__carrow
2010-10-18 03:56 am UTC (link)

Amycus found it amusing that all the little Aurors seemed to think their uniform would be enough to get people to march to their tune. He wasn’t one to really go with the crowd and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to back down. Things had been quiet for far too long. He wanted to stir things up and cause a bit of a fuss. A good little ruckus would liven up his day and perhaps get all the complacent little lambs to bleat a bit. “It’s a good thing for me then that you aren’t, eh ginger?” Was the person in front of him perhaps a Weasley? He thought it was a distinct possibility.

“My, my, we are the rude little ones today, aren’t we?” Amycus replied with a chuckle, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. “You seem to be quite demanding too.” He had no intention of giving his name. He wondered how long it would take him to figure out what it was or if he’d get to slip away without ever giving his name. It would be amusing to continue to poke at him like this though and so he’d simply keep up with it for a while yet before any real decision was made about how to deal with this little Auror.

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geroffme
2010-10-21 02:21 pm UTC (link)

Ron drew his wand. Just because he couldn't think of a name - although he was running through the list of known fugitives from the war and trying to match his features - he was growing increasingly certain that the reason he recognized this man was because he had served Voldemort.

He probably should have simply tried to trace him, to find a way to track him and leave him be. Facing down an unexpected adversary in an unfriendly alley wasn't the most reasonable thing in the world. But the thought of just letting the man walk off made him angry. "Demanding, yeah," he scoffed, his wand ready but still aimed more or less at the ground. "That's because it's my job to drag scumbags like you off to Azkaban where you belong. Most people appreciate it if we ask questions first." But even if Ron didn't know who he was, he knew what he was. And if he was wrong ... well. A false arrest did less harm in his mind than leaving someone like this on the street. "What's your name?"

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