He hadn’t even been back for a week and he was already wishing that he was anywhere but there, in the stuffy, cramped apothecary. Why the hell Alecto thought her brother was right for the job of ‘customer service’, he’d never know – actually, now that he thought about it, she had bitched about his attitude losing her business more times than he could keep track of. He had never been a ‘people person’, but it had more to do with him not liking most people than him not giving it a shot. Still, he managed to keep his temper from flaring up around customers who treated him like he was some idiotic underling who didn’t know what he was talking about, and had even managed to keep his snide comments to himself.

He was just glad Alecto didn’t catch him flipping some crotchety witch the bird as he rammed his shoulder into the back door, leading him into the alley behind the shop, a cigarette already dangling between his lips. His back pressed against the side of the building, his fingers buttoning the wool pea coat that he had bought while they were in France.

They were in France a month ago. If it were up to him, they wouldn’t have ever left.

Finding the zippo that was in his pocket, Amycus flicked it a few times before it sparked, creating enough of a flame to light the end of the cancer stick that was hanging from his mouth. Taking in a deep inhale of the toxic smoke, he closed his eyes as he felt the familiar burn in his lungs. He leaned his head back, his free hand rubbing at his brow before he finally exhaled, opening his eyes to stare at the grey, cracked stone that was on the opposite side of the alley.

He got lost in his thoughts, the only thing bringing him out of his own head and back to reality (which was a much safer place for him to be) was the sound of approaching footsteps. A brow lifted, turning to see who else was lurking around behind the shops of Knockturn Alley.

As Jonas revved up for the last song of the day, Kobe smiled brightly at the crowd. The critics had been wrong. It was a peace rally that had gone off without a hitch and no sign of death eaters, anywhere! The extra security must really be doing its job, and everyone was having a blast. She'd even seen some aurors bouncing around to the music, too! Kobe was incredibly proud of her husband, and she looked up to the clear blue sky with a wide, toothy grin.

It faded slightly, however, as some dark clouds began to roll in over the park. Remarkably fast clouds, which didn't seem natural and were already thundering loudly. The weather report had claimed they would have clear skies all day, so this was strange and----Kobe slammed her hands over her ears as the loudest roll of thunder clapped itself over the park. Immediately the clouds seemed to open up and rain began to pour down on the crowd like buckets. Well--if bad weather was the worse of their problems, they'd done a pretty good job, right?

Kobe gasped as a bolt of green lightening shot through the crowd, followed by the terrified screams of the concert goers.

"No, nonono----" she let out from the side of the stage. Where had they all come from? The bloody sky? Kobe started towards Jonas, to pull her husband off the stage because while they had met during a catastrophe, she really did not feel like enduring another one, "Jonas!" she screamed, but was thrown off balance as the stage began to creak and shake as if an earthquake was beginning to rumble underneath.

Peace didn't stand a chance, these days.

Amycus leaned forward, closing his journal as he ran a hand over his face, letting out a heavy breath. He had been collecting ingredients for the shop, a bag of various items sitting in the chair beside him at the Leaky Cauldron. He needed to get out of the flat and the shop for a while, and had volunteered to gather what was needed, since Alecto would have had to do it herself at some point. The last thing he wanted was to get on his sister’s bad side, especially now that Caradoc Dearborn was declared a traitor to the Dark Lord. Even though Alecto had the Dark Mark branded on her arm, he felt that her anger towards Caradoc had more to do with personal betrayal. Sure, every Death Eater was on the look out for Dearborn, ready to cut his throat if they saw him again, but Alecto was friends with him. So, he wasn’t about to push her buttons. It was usually his job to aggravate Alecto, because that’s what younger brother’s did, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut…for the most part.

Rising to his feet, he slipped his journal into the bag of groceries, and pushed back the chair, placing the bag beneath his arm. He didn’t want to waste any more time getting back to his sister, not knowing why she needed him to return him at that very moment. He highly doubted that she wanted to talk it out, or something equally out of character. It was more likely that she’d want to use him as someone to yell at, or hit, than to want him to come home so she could use him as a shoulder to lean on…then again, yelling at each other, or calling the other a ‘bitch’ or an ‘asshole’ was usually how they verbally displayed affection.

Getting to the front of the shop, he twisted the handle and tried to push open the door, only to notice there was something in the way. Furrowing his brows, he shoved his shoulder against the door a few times, finally making his way inside. He stood in the doorway for a good while, eyes going wide at the sight before him. When he came to his senses, he shut the door behind him, placing the bag down on the nearest flat surface, climbing over various objects to get to the stairs that lead up to their apartment. His heart was pounding in his chest, because even though he knew she was still alive, since she was able to demand that he come home immediately, he didn’t know what shape she was in.

He should have known that they’d come after her…

“Alecto?” He called her name out to her after he opened the door to their place, closing that door behind him as well. His hand had already gripped around his wand as soon as he saw the rubble downstairs, but he hadn’t even noticed.

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

( I'm not going to Azkaban for that bastard... )

Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


( OOC )

“Fuck…”

This was the first and only word that escaped from Amycus’ mouth as he apparated back to the apartment he shared with Alecto above her apothecary. He immediately leaned his back against his dresser that was off to the side, carefully removing his mask and his robes, just getting back from Godric’s Hollow. He was certain that he was bleeding in several places, since he could feel the moisture against the cloth of his shirt as he took off the extra fabric. He left everything crumpled in a pile next to the piece of furniture he had been leaning against, pushing himself into a standing position as he raised a hand to his forehead, feeling the thick substance that had dripped down the side of his face. His jaw clenched as he looked at the crimson liquid on his fingertips before he looked towards the door, his stomach churning as he did so.

But it wasn’t because of the blood. No, he had seen his fair share of blood, and he had caused quite a bit of it to spill, but he was uneasy because his sister hadn’t returned yet. The youngest Carrow could only imagine what the hell kind of fight his sister had gotten into, since he himself had spent half the night fighting off someone he couldn’t even see. He had hit whoever it was quite a few times, blindly aiming spells in the man’s general direction, but Amycus had admittedly taken most of the blows…and his entire body was aching because of it.

He limped slightly as he paced from side to side, holding onto a gash that was in his side before he sat down on the bed, wincing as he did so. Shutting his eyes, he steadied his breathing, currently hunched over with a hand gripping at his side, knowing that he was just going to drive himself nuts if he kept watching the door every five seconds. He had a feeling she was going to apparate and scare the living shit out of him by just appearing in the middle of the room, but as long as she came back, he didn’t care.

Or, well, he’d care, but at least he’d know she was still alive.