Who: Amycus and Alecto Carrow
What: Freaking out
Where: Thier apartment
When: Right after Orpheus gets arrested
Rating: PG-13, language



He couldn’t believe it.

He really just…couldn’t. Everything had been going fine. The family was dead and Orpheus had gotten out of there before the Aurors had arrived, hadn’t he? There were a million questions rolling around in his head, and he was sure that Orpheus was really the only one who could answer them, but he would be rather hard to get a hold of now, wouldn’t he? It wasn’t like Amycus could just walk into Azkaban, pull him aside, and ask him how they knew it was him. He just knew that they did. They were more than certain that Orpheus was responsible for the murders that had happened the night before, and they were now well aware of his status as a Death Eater. This news in itself was rather upsetting, to know that his cover was blown, but…this was going to effect more than just him. This would cause a chain reaction.

Apparating back into their flat, Alecto and Amycus landed side by side, only to part once their feet had touched the ground. Not to get further away from each other, but the younger of the two had a bad habit of pacing when he was nervous. His hands constantly rubbing at his jaw was just another sign that his mind was whirring, and he couldn’t just stand still. It took him a few moments to just turn around and face his sister.

“So what the fuck just happened?”

A rhetorical question, but perhaps she had more of an explanation. Perhaps his sister knew more than he did, and perhaps she could give him more of an answer than the blunt response he was expecting.

Alecto fell into one of the kitchen chairs, feeling deflated from the night's events. Resting an elbow on the table, she ran a hand back into her hair and rested her head there, eyes blank as they stared down into the crooked wood grain. She hardly heard her brother's question, and even if she had had an answer, she wouldn't have given it. Alecto hardly knew what to think right now, much less say---the only thing she knew for certain was that this was a disaster.

Although she could hardly fathom the fact that one of her best friends, a man she had known all of her life, a fellow Death Eater, was now locked up in Azkaban, she knew that she was furious about it. Whatever foolish thing that bastard had done to leave evidence of his involvement in the murders, now his friends would be paying for it. Not just all the Death Eaters, but his fucking friends. Herself, Caradoc, Evan, Emmet---and past them, a whole slew of other people connected to them, Amycus included.

Fucking, fucking idiot.

She took a deep and shuddering breath and finished her hand's run through her hair, only to bring it down swiftly onto the table in a fist, the impact shaking the tiny kitchen. "Fuck!" she yelled in frustration.

His jaw clenched in reaction to her sudden outburst, but he couldn’t say that it wasn’t understandable. He was more annoyed with the fact that she didn’t have any more answers than he did than he was about her shouting. Both of his hands fidgeted at his sides before he moved closer to his sister, pulling out a kitchen chair, placing it in front of her so that he was sitting closer to her. At first, he just hunched forward, his jet black hair falling forward to cover most of his face. His elbows were resting on his legs, his palms rubbing together as his mouth twisted. Eventually his head shook back and forth. “Something had to have happened…something had to have gone wrong if they knew…they fucking knew.”

The fact that he was repeating already known information wasn’t being done because he was trying to make some sort of big revelation, but it was said because his head was spinning too hard to actually piece everything together on his own. He knew Alecto had to keep her own thoughts in check, and she didn’t need any of his to deal with, but if he knew his sister at all, she was thinking the same thing, or something like it. She knew Orpheus better than he did, he was in her year and they were all close friends, so he couldn’t imagine how she was taking all of this. It was more than obvious that she wasn’t happy about it, but fuck, he didn’t need her shouting to tell him that.

Alecto clenched and unclenched the fist on the table before laying her hand flat, applying pressure down onto the wood to keep her physical reactions under control. She knew that Amycus was having a difficult time with this as well and that she didn't need to be making the situation any worse---Amycus, however, was the only thing that was keeping her in check. Had she been alone, Alecto might have destroyed half of the flat by now, trying to cool down her boiling blood.

"We need to hide it," she muttered finally. Her eyes darkened as they finally focused, but Alecto did not look up at her brother; instead, she continued to watch seemingly nothing, only the tension in the muscles of her own hand. "I'm not going to Azkaban for that bastard; we need to hide it all, anything that could relate us to the Dark Lord, and we need to do it now. They'll be knocking on our door tomorrow morning."

She hadn't wanted to be a Death Eater in the first place. She had always wanted to stay neutral, and this was exactly why---why should she put herself in danger like this every time one of them made a mistake? No, that wasn't Alecto's way. She watched out for herself, and she watched out for Amycus, and she didn't trust anyone else to do it. When she did, things like this happened, and then they were in trouble. Alecto cursed under her breath; she was never going to forgive Orpheus for this.

The words, at first, didn’t make any sense to him. He thought for a moment that perhaps she was talking about the mark, but that didn’t really make sense since they were almost always hiding it. In a way though, she was, when she finally explained what she meant. Lifting his head, his eyes met her own and he just looked at her for a second. “And what are we supposed to do with it all? Destroy it?”

At the time, he really couldn’t think of anything that they owned that could really lead back to them being Death Eaters. It wasn’t like they owned posters that read ‘I’m a Death Eater’. The only thing he could really think of that they had were potions that were perhaps a bit too strong to just have laying around for every day use. But those they could just put back downstairs. So, since he didn’t really know what they were supposed to get rid of, he’d wait for her to begin sorting through their things, picking out anything that could be considered ‘suspicious’.

Amycus really must have had no idea. Which he wasn't supposed to, honestly, that's why she ran Agrippa's and not him---but if they didn't work fast, the Carrow siblings did indeed have reason to worry. It would have been foolish to think that if the Dark Lord had a follower who owned an apothecary, that he would not use her to his full advantage, and there were traces of that everywhere.

"Of course we destroy it, Amycus, fucking honestly," Alecto snapped. She didn't have time to be sorry for the tone of voice she'd taken with her little brother; and anyway, that had been a rather idiotic question. "All the extra stock of potions need to be dumped out" --fucking hell, that made her sick; it had taken months to brew some of those-- "and all the records of dealings with others of us need to be burned."

Alecto tapped her foot on the kitchen floor, thinking hard, trying to think of what else they might have had that would be cause for suspicion, but all she could think of were curses; at Voldemort, at Orpheus, at fucking Grayson Wilkes for getting her into this deal in the first place... What the fuck was wrong with her, becoming a Death Eater in the first place? She should have died instead. The only thing that kept her around was her own acute, Slytherin-worthy sense of self-preservation, but death was a far better prospect than Azkaban.

Even though he knew that she was just in a bad mood, and that her tone of voice relayed her aggravation at the entire situation more than just at him, he couldn’t help but glower slightly. How the hell was he supposed to know what she had in mind? Knowing his luck, he’d start destroying anything that could possibly lead back to their affiliation to the Dark Lord, only to find out that she had some sort of secret hiding place all planned out. But no, Alecto didn’t plan on having to do any of this. Alecto hadn’t even wanted to be part of this at all, so why would she plan on having to do any of this? It wasn’t up to her to think of everything, even though that did seem to be how it worked for the most part…

A hand rose to rub at his forehead, sighing lightly as he thought about all of their hard work going down the tubes. “…alright.” He muttered finally, swallowing roughly as he dropped his hand back down. His dark eyes focused on the floor between them, being rather distracting by her moving around, biting at the inside of his cheek before his eyes looked directly at her own, even though she wasn’t looking at him. She looked so deep in thought, so frazzled and…worried. He wasn’t used to seeing her like this.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Alecto. We’ll get rid of everything, they won’t have a reason to suspect either of us, and we’ll be fine.” His tone of voice was convincing. Alecto wasn’t the only one who was protective. Amycus would do anything for his sister, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to just sit by and watch her go down because of Travers. She didn’t even want any of this. She didn’t want to be a part of this, but she was. It wasn’t fair to her, for so many reasons.

Alecto did her best not to look annoyed at Amycus' protective sentiments--she was the one that was supposed to watch after him, after all, she always had been. She also did her best not to show the gratitude that she felt at those same sentiments.

Turning away from her brother, Alecto crossed the small kitchen and pushed open the door leading to the shop downstairs. "Well come on, then," she said, her voice tense and clipped but with no sense of the agitation from just a moment ago. "If we're going to get rid of it all, we had better get to work."