Amycus had kept near the back of the group, keeping his eyes open for any sign of trouble, and for any one who could pose as a potential threat or could just pose as a pain in the ass. He also tried to keep an eye on Alecto as much as possible, but he knew that she could handle herself...but he still hated parting ways with her, especially on missions like these. They were basically going out to slaughter anything that wasn't wearing a mask who was breathing. Hell, some of the other Death Eaters probably used corpses to thier advantage.
Slow steps brought him into the square, wand held firmly in between his fingers. His eyes squinted slightly to see better in the dark. He probably could have lit up the tip of his wand, but that would just draw more attention to himself. And he really didn't need that...
Besides, someone already seemed to have their attention on him, since it wasn't long before he saw sparks shooting towards him out of the corner of his eye. He jumped to the side and pointed at the approaching spell. "Aguamenti!" the sparks were extinguished, but Amycus didn't drop his wand. He just held onto it tighter as he looked around frantically for where the hell they had come from. His breathing was a little bit heavier, but he remained calm, pointing his wand in the general direction from where the spell had come, once again taking slow steps closer to the fountain, trying to catch sight of any movement at all. "Protego." He muttered the spell beneath his breath, still trying to locate where that spell had come from.
Who the fuck...?
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