Amycus Carrow (amycus_carrow) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-01-12 23:06:00

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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.

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alectos
2012-01-18 09:33 am UTC (link)

Unsure as to why even as she did it, Alecto bit back a self-inflated remark about the obviousness of her brother's last words. On any normal day, she would have let him have that insult he had walked himself into, and maybe a little more to top it off. For now, however, she felt inclined to let it go before it began. He had given her his coat, she rationalized. She supposed he wasn't being all that horrible, compared to most days. Maybe he too was still feeling a slight afterglow from their globe trekking.

Or maybe he'd gotten into her stock again and had one too many Pick Me Up potions.

Alecto unwrapped her arms from around herself and slipped them through the coat sleeves, then held them out before her. To tell the truth, the way the garment actually looked on her was more hilarious than anything. The thin alabaster digits of her hands peeking out from under all the excess black fabric made her fingers look quite strange, almost like an alien life. She imagined that the whole of her must have looked like it was drowning in any such thing which fit her brother perfectly.

The eldest Carrow was certainly not short, but what she had in height, she had always seemed to lack in substance. It was the opposite with Amycus, who was of average height, but well built-- at least he looked well-built next to her. The same could be said for any number of other things about the siblings, however... For example, while her younger brother possessed all dark features, she had been born strikingly blonde with eyes of icy blue. Really, to the unknowing passer-by, the Carrows looked less like siblings than anyone. Sometimes, just sometimes she couldn't help but wonder.

Well, it would simply explain so much.

As usual, she brushed the thought away like dust under a rug. No matter what they were or were not, it would certainly change nothing at this point. Some questions simply didn't need an answer.

"I do believe it would look better were it in anywhere near the proper size." Alecto tucked her hands quickly back into the over-long sleeves, hiding them away from the frigid cold like small animals running into hibernation. Why were they still standing out there? She could see the redness on her brother's cheeks from the chill, and felt for a moment guilty for taking his jacket away. "And as much as I enjoy walking around in your clothes" -- true enough, she did have a habit of stealing his shirts for wear around the house or to bed -- "I'm very serious about you not getting sick. Take it back or let's go in."

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