Forbidden Corridor

[Draco Malfoy]

This area use to house Fluffy, now it's offically just off limits.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus idly made his way through the abandoned corridor, bored gaze sweeping the dusty stone around him.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Bellatrix slipped into the forbidden corridor, her gaze running over the claw marks etched into the stone floor. Forbidden corridor, indeed... and forbidden was appealing to little traitorous students, hence her arriving in case any of them were there then.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus paused at the sound of heels clicking on the stone floor a piece behind him,, turning to watch over his shoulder to see who was approaching. At the sight of the familiar black curls and haughty expression, the man broke into a smirk.

"Bella-darling, fancy meeting you here," he offered, tone falsely light .

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Yes, such a coincidence," Bellatrix deadpanned. "If you insist on stalking me, Amycus, at least have the decency to do it where my husband can curse you appropriately."

[Amycus Carrow]

That actually won a chuckle from him, turning to face her fully now, lips peeling back to show his trademark grin.

"Displacing emotion are we sweetness?" he cooed takng a step closer. "I was here first... doesn't that mean you're stalking me?"

"Besides," he added grin growing smugly. "We both know that wouldn't be the wand Roddy-kins would be thinking of."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Mm... perhaps not," Bellatrix smirked at that, turning the idea over in her mind, running a red-nailed finger along a crack in the wall.

She didn't move at all when he came closer, content to merely raise an eyebrow at him in response, fixing him with a perfectly disdainful look.

"And I'm not displacing emotion," she continued sweetly, giving a toss of her head to send her curls tumbling back over her shoulders. Blasted hair... "Though if you'd prefer me to be angry, by all means let me know and I'll oblige. As for stalking you - I hate to dash your dreams, dearest, but that's the only place it's ever going to happen."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Oh Bella~" he purred, shoulder leaning against the wall as he offered her a sinful smile, hand reaching up to lightly flick a stray curl back off her face. "We both know that in my dreams we're doing much worse than stalking each other..."

He flashed her a grin again, eyes glinting with his unique brand of madness.

"But if you want to get angry feel free - you know I love the way you use that wand of yours. Makes me all... tingly."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Of course," Bella agreed easily, giving him a smile which veered wildly between being vicious and seductive. "You've told me before. Repeatedly. In detail."

She slapped his hand away from her face, though, mostly out of habit, and seemed to consider something briefly.

"Well, then I'll have to up my game if I'm only making you tingly. I'd rather you screamed. So much more pleasant."

[Amycus Carrow]

The man let out a laugh, the noise sounding eerie and insane as it echoed around the corridor.

"Oh Bella, I love it when you talk dirty!" he crowed, pushing himself up off the wall again, eyes bright with savage glee and grin wide. "You can try to make me scream any time you want, my sweet. Any time, any place, any way you want. But I'll be doing the same."

The words were heavy with innuendo, but then most of his words were. The excitement was genuine however - he did relish this, the psychotic flirtation in their words as they sparred and danced... the promise of darker things to come. Bellatrix was a beautiful woman, and not just physically - Azkaban had faded her looks a little, but it had brought more out that other side, the side that got his heart pounding and blood pumping; that delcious madness he had always seen in her.

Honestly he didn't care which way his words were taken; promise a wild, passionate, painful sexual encounter, or promise of a fight, a chance to rip through each other's minds and barriers, to leave them shaking and moaning and giving out those beautiful screams...

No one screamed quite like Bella. This was why she was such fun, she loved the thrill of the fight as much as he did.

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Amycus, as far as you're concerned, everything I say is filthy," Bellatrix reminded him.

She had to admit, both prospects were certainly interesting - and both would be extremely, incredibly fun. They got along well; kindred spirits, in a way or two, and it showed. A lot. Particularly at times likes these.

"Though I'm hurt you think I'd only try to make you scream," she pouted, her voice softening to a purr. "I'd succeed. I always succeed. The question is whether or not you'd succeed in turn."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Aaah~ my bad," he countered arching an eyebrow as he ducked his head a little to bring it closer to hers. "Were you speaking innocently Bellatrix...?"

His eyes darkened at her tone, body shifting closer, head lowering again to let his warm breath ghost over her lips, dark, sharp eyes still locked on her.

"Oh Bella... I have no doubt you'd succeed," he breathed, "you're very very good, I wouldn't be interested otherwise... but I'm better. There's no question about if I'd succeed, its about whether I'd have you screaming my name or begging me."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"I don't think I can do anything innocently," Bellatrix commented dryly, remaining perfectly still even as he inched closer. If he thought he was going to intimidate her or make her move away, or expected to see a blush or fluttering eyelashes, he was very much mistaken. Maybe, once upon a time, but not now.

She looked up at him, both annoyed and pleased that she had to look up - she had always preferred tall men - and shot him a perfectly wicked, haughty look.

"Think all you want, dear," she cooed to him. "But you're not better than me. Close, perhaps, but not better. And it's not a question at all - I never beg. For anything. The fact that you think I would... well," she gave him a patronising pout. "That shows just how much you've forgotten about me."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Oh but I am dearest," he smirked at her, gaze drinking in her expression, both the one she showed him and the nuances behind her mask. "While you've been locked away in Azkaban with nothing more than your dearest husband for company, I've been out here. Im proving. learning new and exciting things. I was close once. Now I'm better."

"But," he chuckled, eyes flashing with mirth as his grin came back, white teeth flashing in a sharklike expression. "I'll give you the begging, my sweet girl. You never could quite bring yourself to beg anyone other than our Lord. But it always was such fun to try and make you."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Yes, you have, haven't you?" she purred in response, smirking. "Skulking from safe house to safe house, hiding from the Aurors, keeping your head down and scraping a living off the streets. Practising on rats won't have improved anything, dear. You should know that."

Lowering her gaze to run over the base of his throat visible above his robes, she continued, "I'm sure it was fun for you - it was more fun for me, though, seeing you so disappointed each time you failed."

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus tilted his head, nose wrinkling in genuine amusement at her comment.

"What an imagination you have, Bella-darling. Safe houses? Rats? Is that how you comforted yourself imagining us while you were rotting behind bars?" he mused. "Your sister's family weren't the only ones to come out of the mess of that with repuctaions more or less intact. Alecto and I had to lay low for a few months admittedly... but after the Minsitry hunt ended we were back in society as normal, with all the perks. She and I were never formally charged you see. Lack of evidence apparantly... a few key witnesses mysteriously vanished. Such a shame."

He watched her as she eyed his throat, remaining as he was curious as to what, if anything she was thinking. With Bellatrix one could never be too sure. Then again, that was her charm.

"Dissapointed? No no, precious thing. I was always exhillerated. I do so love a challange."
"I assure you," he added with a low chuckle, head leaning against the wall. "The rats I played with were quite human... well, mostly."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Oh, you mean you weren't on the run?" Bellatrix asked, glancing up at him from underneath her eyelashes, one hand reaching up to adjust the collar of his robes, her nails dragging a little along his collarbone. Whoops. "Why didn't you visit then? I would have been delighted. We could have had a party; made a day of it."

Of course, the whole idea was ridiculous, but that wasn't the point. The point was, if he was free and she wasn't, then, really, he could have got her out, could have looked for their lord. Done something other than curse the paint of the walls of his house.

"I hate it when people who were free waste it," she hissed softly, her gaze morphing into a vicious glare. "It's very rude, you know."

[Amycus Carrow]

His lips drew back further from his teeth, though the gesture almost looked more like an animal giving a warning than a grin, shifting forwards to press into her nails as his hands slammed up, hitting the wall either side of her head, trapping her, albeit loosely in his arms.

Leaning right in, the man gently skimmed his lips along her ear.

"What would you have had me done, sweetness...?" he purred to her. "Come to you in your cell? Tell you of things passing in the rest of the world while you and your husband rotted? Point the Aurors all the more towards my sister and I just to help you pass the hours...?"

"Or," he continued moving away from her ear to meet her eyes again, foreheads almost touching. "Should I have come to break you out? Break into Azkaban and rescue you like a white knight? So that we could all sleep in ditches and live off rats together? Like some stinking starving fairytale...?"

"Or," he finished, pleasant smile curling on his lips. "Maybe this is about our lord and master? He forgave use, Bellatrix. He forgave us that remained because he knew that we had no chance of finding him... He is the Dark Lord, his wisdom is infinitate... do you really think that *you* could have found him when he chose to hide himself from us all? I am not so arrogant. He chose to remain lost, chose to stay away from those of us with the stink of suspicion hanging over our heads, and when he was ready he chose to return and lead us again. Don't be so presumptious dearest Bella to persume He was mistaken in his understanding of our actions."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

Leaning back against the wall, Bella simply rested her head against the stone, her hand dropping from his throat, leaving a series of red semi-circles where her nails had been.

"Mm... don't you think coming to me in my cell would be a little rude, given Rod was only next door?" she replied easily, looking up at him, not moving despite the breath on her neck and how close he was. "And I have never needed or wanted saving, as you know - and if I did, I wouldn't ask you. No, what I meant was merely a visit. I don't know why you have to read things into everything."

She gave him a smirk. "Though it's nice to know you were thinking of me, nonetheless."

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 3, 2014 14:28:29 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

Leaning back against the wall, Bella simply rested her head against the stone, her hand dropping from his throat, leaving a series of red semi-circles where her nails had been.

"Mm... don't you think coming to me in my cell would be a little rude, given Rod was only next door?" she replied easily, looking up at him, not moving despite the breath on her neck and how close he was. "And I have never needed or wanted saving, as you know - and if I did, I wouldn't ask you. No, what I meant was merely a visit. I don't know why you have to read things into everything."

She gave him a smirk. "Though it's nice to know you were thinking of me, nonetheless."

(Sorry for quote, when on ipad its the only way to refer back when posting)

HIs eyes held her for a few drawn out beats, black depths glittering dangerously... before at last the corner of his mouth kicked up and a small, light snort of amusement left him at her words.

"Always, Bella-sweetheart," Amycus breathed in her ear again, head dipping down once more to let his lips brush there, tone lilting and soft, a taunting little promise. Pulling away again - only just but enough to look her in the eyes once more, the Death Eater offered her a flash of his manic grin and a playful wink. "Tell you what precious thing, next time you're incarcerated I'll make sure to visit you. Though I wouldn't worry about my coming to you being rude to Rod. I can come to him too."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

(No worries!)

"How sweet of you. Whatever would your dear sister think?" Bellatrix pouted up at him. "As for that, I'm not sure Roddy would appreciate your efforts. Perhaps you could come to me, and then I could go to him? You could always have Rab. He'd be thrilled."

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 3, 2014 17:45:32 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

(No worries!)

"How sweet of you. Whatever would your dear sister think?" Bellatrix pouted up at him. "As for that, I'm not sure Roddy would appreciate your efforts. Perhaps you could come to me, and then I could go to him? You could always have Rab. He'd be thrilled."

"Not a lot," he admitted easilly, the corners of his lips curving up into a smug smirk. "But what my sweet sister doesn't know wont hurt her... besides she might well be busy visiting Rod for you. Though don't be so sure he wouldn't appreciate me... The man may surprise you..."

Turns out Rodolphus had more in common with his older brother than anyone had ever guessed, go figure. But that was for Bella to find out or not on her own. More entertaining that way anyway.

"Ah, but yes, dear Rabastian is always so welcoming of attention. How's he fairing these days? Still pretty in the face? I'm not sure he'd cope if he couldn't attract his boytoys any more," he mused, still not putting any distance between them, despite the casual conversation his hand instead lifting to toy with one of her curls again. "Incidentally - I can't believe you never told your dearest husband about his brother's defects. Or Rabastian for that matter. The man is still clueless about his brothers tastes; told me a few days back that he had no idea why the engagement between you two fell through."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"She wouldn't be for long," Bellatrix purred with a vicious smirk. "And for all your brotherly affection for you, you wouldn't be able to stop me."

She just raised an eyebrow at him as he reached out to play with her hair. It was a familiar gesture - very familiar - but she let him nonetheless.

"Why would I tell him?" she shrugged delicately when he asked. "It's not for me to do that. Though I didn't think we'd get this far without him realising. It's not exactly as though Rab hides it, as such - he's far less discrete than others were." Her mind flashed instantly to her baby cousin... poor Regulus, he'd been so convinced no one knew...

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 3, 2014 18:40:26 GMT -5 Ginny Weasley said:

Mar 3, 2014 18:22:38 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

"She wouldn't be for long," Bellatrix purred with a vicious smirk. "And for all your brotherly affection for you, you wouldn't be able to stop me."

She just raised an eyebrow at him as he reached out to play with her hair. It was a familiar gesture - very familiar - but she let him nonetheless.

"Why would I tell him?" she shrugged delicately when he asked. "It's not for me to do that. Though I didn't think we'd get this far without him realising. It's not exactly as though Rab hides it, as such - he's far less discrete than others were." Her mind flashed instantly to her baby cousin... poor Regulus, he'd been so convinced no one knew...

Amycus shot the witch an amused look, both at her words and at the note that she did not pick him up on the comment about Rodolphus.

"I don't really care if you two are fighting over someone or something, you always are. Actually scratch that, I do care. It makes my life so much more amusing."

His loyalty now and always, was at core Alecto's and Alecto's alone (save naturally for the Dark Lord). They had shared a womb after all, he and his darling twin, who sides of one whole, but that didn't mean he didn't find her and Bella's sparring highly entertaining.

"But if it ever came down to it, Trixie, don't be so sure I couldn't."

He was actually mildly surprised that his hand hadn't been slapped away yet as was her normal response to his touches, but then again, that really just served to remind him how deliciously unpredictable this witch really was. His lips quirked higher as he wound the dark strand around his fingers idly.

"Mmm, Rabastian never was one for over caution. Quite the contrast to your loving husband," the words were almost fond, as the psychopath's mind flickered back to the elder of the Lestranges. Ah, Rabastian always was so fun~ "Tell me about him, Bella. Your stretch inside has left its mark on your dear hubby, but he's still disappointingly in control and reserved. HOw did his brother fare?

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Oh, I'm certain," she promised him fervently. "You know well enough that nothing and no one comes between me and mine. Not even you or your sister, or both together. However amusing you find us fighting, I think it would have ended by that point."

She was absolutely serious. Nothing got between her and her family, or those she considers are hers. She refused to allow it to happen - as dear Andy was finding out at the moment. However loyal Amycus might be to his brat sister, it wouldn't matter in the end.

"Rab is, well, different," she added, musing oddly lucidly, drumming her nails on his shoulder. "Azkaban affected him greatly. He's a lot jumpier now, almost paranoid. Nothing really like what he used to be. Strange, really, how it effected us all in the end - though I wouldn't expect you to understand."

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 3, 2014 19:05:18 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

"Oh, I'm certain," she promised him fervently. "You know well enough that nothing and no one comes between me and mine. Not even you or your sister, or both together. However amusing you find us fighting, I think it would have ended by that point."

She was absolutely serious. Nothing got between her and her family, or those she considers are hers. She refused to allow it to happen - as dear Andy was finding out at the moment. However loyal Amycus might be to his brat sister, it wouldn't matter in the end.

"Rab is, well, different," she added, musing oddly lucidly, drumming her nails on his shoulder. "Azkaban affected him greatly. He's a lot jumpier now, almost paranoid. Nothing really like what he used to be. Strange, really, how it effected us all in the end - though I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"No, nothing does," he agreed lightly, black eyes flickered back to her face as he offered her a small, sinister smile of promise. "And nor should it... but that works for me too Bella. I may care about less in general, but Alecto is *mine*. The other half of my soul. My twin. I don't care about you asserting your claims or snapping over treats with Ally, as I said, its amusing. But come after her - really come after her, and it will be us both, make no mistake."

He held her eyes a beat to press home that message - Bellatrix had her loyalties and took them seriously, so did he.

His body relaxed again however as the conversation turned towards Rabastian, gaze shifting as he mused on his one time friend.

"Paranoid?" he pondered allowed, trying to picture the confident man he remembered as a twitchy mess. "Interesting... looks like I really will have to pay him a visit soon. And of you sweetness? How has Azkaban changed you?"

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Well, as long as your sister can keep her claws away from my husband, we'll be fine," she commented lightly, though her eyes didn't match her tone. Frankly, she didn't believe Alecto had any intention of keeping away from Rod, and that made it an issue, and one Bella wasn't intending to simply sit by for. "We won't have to see which one of us would win in that duel you mentioned earlier."

Squeezing his shoulder, she smirked at him when he relaxed, amused. They were close enough she didn't need to touch him to feel the change - she could see it easily enough - but what did it matter?

"Aw, look, you were so tense... concerned, dearest?" she cooed sweetly. "Azkaban... well, I can't say we're ever going to be bosom friends - though why don't you tell me how it's changed me, hm? Make it more fun."

[Amycus Carrow]

Mar 3, 2014 19:35:10 GMT -5 Bellatrix Lestrange said:

"Well, as long as your sister can keep her claws away from my husband, we'll be fine," she commented lightly, though her eyes didn't match her tone. Frankly, she didn't believe Alecto had any intention of keeping away from Rod, and that made it an issue, and one Bella wasn't intending to simply sit by for. "We won't have to see which one of us would win in that duel you mentioned earlier."

Squeezing his shoulder, she smirked at him when he relaxed, amused. They were close enough she didn't need to touch him to feel the change - she could see it easily enough - but what did it matter?

"Aw, look, you were so tense... concerned, dearest?" she cooed sweetly. "Azkaban... well, I can't say we're ever going to be bosom friends - though why don't you tell me how it's changed me, hm? Make it more fun."

"That depends... you going to offer a back massage to help me loosen up if I am?" Amycus drawled back, the corner of his mouth kicking up slightly, before an interested gleam passed over his features, head cocking to one side at her proposal as he swept his eyes over her form.

"As you wish, darling," the death eater returned, a smirk of his own tugging on his mouth as he considered her. "Your filters, your restraints... they're still there, but they're frayed, weakened. More of the real you is spilling out. More of that passion, more of that temper. More of that energy."

His gaze snapped back up to hers as his head moved to lean against the wall, the hand playing with her hair dropping the strand to move up to gently trace across her temple.

"Then theres the other part... that delicious, all consuming madness youve always had in you. The Black insanity, that's what they call it, isn't it sweetness?" he purred. "It used to only show through when you really let loose, when you had someone in your grasp and you were revelling in their screams, when you had the floor and walls painted with blood and when the air used to sing with your magic..." His mouth curled up higher, face shifting closer to lightly, playfully nudge at hers just the once, before he resumed the trancing of her temples, almost as if he could see the tendrils of madness that was there. "Not now though... now I can see it there all the time, just lurking behind your mask. Bubbling away, ready to spill out and consume everything around you."

"Its beautiful, my dear."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Why would I do that?" Bellatrix returned easily, her lip curling.

She listened intently as he described her, though, watching him as he traced his fingers over her temple, making small circles again and again and again. It was... surprisingly sweet, really, all things considered, and he steered clear of commenting on looks or anything else. Yes, getting him to say it definitely hadn't been a bad call.

"Yes," she purred in return. "The Black insanity. Supposedly caused by an imbalance in the brain, spurred on by violence and drama. Something of a legend in the family, you understand. As for me," she looked at him, her eyes oddly bright and lucid, though they gleamed excitedly. "I feel it, you know? Under my skin, in my veins - the energy and magic. Constantly. It's just waiting, building up and up and up until everything explodes or someone screams."

She jerked sharply on the ends of his hair. "But yes, I'd agree that it's beautiful."

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus laughed freely as she yanked at his hair, drawing his head back, his own eyes bright with an excitement that boardered on his own insanity as they met hers. Her words, the way she breathed them... they spoke to him on a base level. Like poetry... Like a lovers promise... he could practically feel the truth in it too, feel that manic energy he recognised in himself bubbling fiercely beneath her skin.

"Any time you want to let that beautiful madness loose, my sweet, wicked girl, feel free to come find me," he grinned at her, the gesture sharp with hunger as the hand that had been lovingly caressing her temple moved to slide into her curls, tangling there in her dark locks. "We'll pain the school red and dance to the sound of screams. Maybe even our own~"