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Amycus Carrow (amycus__carrow) wrote in wished,

Now that Amycus had the filthy little muggle home he’d have to find his dearest sister so that she could have her surprise. He was quite certain that she’d been none too happy being told that he wanted to stay in. He was also certain that if she noticed his absence that she’d be even less happy then her already unhappy state. But he was positive that he had just the most perfect gift for her to make up for it and he could promise to take her hunting again soon if she was still cross.

“Please,” Germaine cried out, taking in a shuddering breath. “I have children. Two of them are still in Hogwarts!” She was desperate to try to reach some sort of weakness in the man holding her hostage.

Unfortunately for her the mention of children going to Hogwarts only made him enraged once more and he shook the hand holding her neck, hissing at her. “Polluting Hogwarts! Putting your filthy muggle blood into someone who should have been purely magical. They are barely above mudbloods. Not shut up or I’ll shut you up.”

He ignored her little whimpers and pushed her further into the house, trying to think of where Alecto could be. “Should I put you somewhere safe first, little muggle? Perhaps hunt for my sister once you are secured?” He wasn’t truly speaking to her and when it felt as though she were going to try for a response his hand once again tightened around her throat, cutting off her air supply and ability to speak.

“Oh, Alecto! I have a little surprise for you that I think you’ll just love sinking your claws in to tonight,” he called out in a sing song voice, loosening his grip just enough to let her breath. It wouldn’t do for the gift to be unconscious before Alecto got a crack at her. “But if you want the surprise then you need to come out or make yourself known in someway.”

He continued moving through the house as he spoke, grinning when he came nearer to the drawing room and heard the squeals of some sort of rodent. “Oh dearest and most darling sister! I do know how you love to torture rodents, but I honestly think you’ll like my gift so much better then what you are doing now.”

Germaine’s eyes were wide in fright and her cheeks damp from where she’d been crying, her struggling had went slack as they moved through the house and he’d yet to hurt her any more then what little he did, but hearing the squealing of the rodent made her renew her struggles all the more and drew out louder whimpers as a mantra started in her head as to how this couldn’t be happening.