Annie took each bite slowly, nibbling at the fruit still half asleep. For the past few nights her sleep had been disturbed by nightmares, unsettling images that didn’t help her with her upcoming training. She knew eventually she would have to train. Amycus couldn’t always be home to protect her, and Merlin knew she needed to be ready for anything. Living in this world came with it’s many negatives. The lingering feeling of being trapped with all the eyes of the death eaters on you made her toss and turn. Amycus’ strong arms around made her feel safe, one of the only things at the moment that could. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be home all the time. His unofficial work left him out of the house quite often. Those were the times she felt most on edge. The shakes along with nightmares caused her to toss and turn at night while any noise during the day spoked her. Annie was never a bad student, in both written and practical aspects of school, but compared to those who had trained themselves to fight since they were born she didn’t stand a chance. She knew that.
A soft kiss to her shoulder brought her hazy attention to Amycus’ figure as he crossed the kitchen. She shot him a faint smile before turning back to her small cup of fruit and tea. She took a few moments to finish her small but delicious breakfast before tying her hair up into a neater and tighter ponytail. Annie gently put her cups in the sink, took a deep breath than made her way into the small study. The usual desk which he spent much of his time hunched over was put out of the way. Two high backed chairs faced one another, a seemingly more grim look than his study usually took on (though it still always seemed grim to her). Leaning on the doorway she smiled softly, waiting for him to notice her presence. She wasn’t all too eager to begin, though she showed no hesitance. She simply waited for him to notice her presence.
Amycus sighed heavily, sifting through the stacks of papers on his desk. All were various letters stocked full of information on what exactly his missions would be about for, quite literally, the next four years. His current position left him to find out everything he could on an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. It threw him because the creator and leader was one Albus Dumbledore. Amycus had never been extremely fond of the headmaster of his former school but he still felt a certain loyalty to him. Nevertheless, he had to do his job. Do or die, if you will. And Albus wanted the Order to be found out. Not the people in it because Amycus couldn’t find any traces of them, but the organization as a whole. He figured Dumbledore made that part of the investigation so easy for him to find because he wanted Voldemort to know that he wasn’t cowering away. He wasn’t going to stand down. Amycus knew Annie would find out about it eventually but for now he wasn’t going to tell her. He wasn’t going to keep it from her. But he was… well, he was afraid to come right out and tell her. He feared she would want to join the Order of the Pheonix. And then he wouldn’t be allowed to protected her. By order and by loyalty.
It was a deadly game, this war. And he was married to his technical enemy.
For now she was plainly Mrs. Carrow and nothing more. She was about as much of a threat as a kitten without claws. But Amycus saw that in no way as a bad thing. He felt her presence in the room and looked up. She was watching him with a smile on her face. He tried to smile back though the tension of what he was about to teach her was eating him away inside. He exhaled, “Hello, darling.” He walked around his desk and held a hand out for her. When she took it he lead her to the two chairs across the room. “Take a seat,” he told her as he took his own. They sat in silence for a while as he studied her. Her hair was up, pulled away from her face. Amycus liked her hair best down but he found he could see the rosiness of her cheeks more this way. They made her eyes look rather blue. He cleared his throat, glanced out the window, “Are you ready?” He didn’t wait for her answer but extended his wand, pointing it directly between her eyebrows. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling. “I love you, first of all. And I’m sorry I have to pry into your private thoughts. The best I can do is try to stay at the front of your mind. Either way, brace yourself.” Then he cleared his throat, opened his eyes, and in a voice that was all sturdy business, said, “Legilimens.”
Jamily » being cute (5/∞)
Amycus strolled into the kitchen to see his wife slumped over her breakfast. He smiled at her half-awake form- she never had been a morning person- and crossed the room to her. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder, muttered a quiet good morning in her ear, and disappeared through the side door into the back hallway. His office was at the end of it, a room full of wall to wall bookshelves and a large oak desk, dark leather chair to match. There was clutter amidst the room but on opposite side of the room, the area between the bay window, was empty except for two dark high-backed chairs. Normally there was a table between them. But Amycus had it cleared out for their work. Today, he was teaching his beloved how to defend herself when he wasn’t around.
In times when he wasn’t there to protect her, she had to do it herself.
Step One: relaxing.
Are you kidding? She used up all the room for her shoes. It was decidede that we have separate closets. And now we do.
Separate closets? Well, you’ve always had girl qualities, I guess a full closet to yourself isn’t very shocking.
I know. It’s why I’m considered the pretty one.
I’m just hoping you left Annie at least a few shelves in the closet that aren’t filled with your hats.
Are you kidding? She used up all the room for her shoes. It was decided that we have separate closets. And now we do.
Hey, harlot. You’re supposed to take my side. It’s your obligation as my sister, goddammit.
You really should consider going to Mungo’s about this hat fetish of yours.
It’s a healthy obsession.
