ooc; s'all good. not look it didn't take me a couple days. rl happens.
Amycus smiled over Germaine's head at Alecto, his fingers digging into her arms and bruising them further. "Of course she is. When it comes down to it the only thing muggles are good at is pleading for their lives as though they matter." And as far as Amycus was concerned no amount of pleading would ever make him want to spare their lives. He would be more then pleased to see them all dead. He'd also be more then pleased to let Alecto have a number of them to play with.
"And, of course, if she doesn't last the weekend then I'd be more then willing to take you out hunting for someone else to take her place. Though it would be nice if she did get a very thorough lesson." And he did wonder what they'd do with her once they were done. Should she be one of the ones who simply disappeared never to be seen again? Or did they put her somewhere to be a lesson?
Germaine's head was shaking back and forth in denial at what was happening. The pleading she was doing now was more reflexive then anything as she stared wide eyed at Alecto. When Alecto's wand came up she flinched back into Amycus and as the curse struck her she keeled forward, bending as far as she could with the hold he had on her and she screamed. It was only a moment before she was twisting and writhing in his hold, clawing at herself now instead of him and trying to making it stop. She barely noticed when Amycus released his hold on her and she hit the ground with a thump.
"It is a pity you can't hold that on her as long as you could a mudblood. They last such a short time under this curse." He sighed dejectedly and grinned again, watching as she twisted into herself in an attempt to relieve her pain. "There are plenty of other curses yet and other ways to help her learn her lesson."