Myrtles Bathroom

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco tried to grab at the rope but there was nothing there, he stumbled forward still attempting to pull it free somehow. His gaze locked on Amycus's face as he tried to pull back.

[Amycus Carrow]

His free hand reached out to curl in the Malfoy heir's robes, spell still held in place, though the pressure on the blonde's throat not enough to prevent him from talking.

Amycus bared his teeth in warning as he hauled the boy right up in front of him untill their faces were almost touching.

"I asked you a question Draco... this non-answering of yours is getting really old. Might want to break that habit before I decide you mum is the one I need to be chatting to."

[Draco Malfoy]

The blonds wand came up unexpectedly as he hit (maybe? who knows) the man with a cruccio in response to that threat.

[Amycus Carrow]

The boy was fast, he'd give him that, but then that was the frustating thing about him - all that tallent, with none of the drive. Either way, musings aside, the crucio caught him in the gut, taking him by surprise and enough to snap his attention from his own spell, releasing the boy.

Stumbling back against the sink, the dark haired man's body arched as the spell blitzed through him, a harsh breath sucking into his throat.

Still, the blonde had sorely underestimated - even Alecto didn't move, knowing what was coming, instead simply watching the ensuing chaos. Amycus wasn't just a sadist after all, and it took a hell of a lot more bite than Draco's puppy-crucio's to fell him for long.

He started to laugh, not even his usual eerie, creepy bordering mad laugh, but pure insantiy twisted into amusement. The sound of someone that had really lost it.

Oh he could feel the pain alright, feel all that delicious dark magic as it tore through him, burning into his blood, beautiful, wicked magic as it simultaniously seduced him and punished him, bringing every cell in his body gloriously ALIVE.

He didn't even bother with his wand as he threw out a hand, his laughter increasing in volume as he pushed himself up from the sink, the blast of magic powerful enough to throw the youth back against the far wall.

[Draco Malfoy]

He was laughing? How the HELL was he laughing? That scared the rubbish out of Draco, the man always made him nervous and uncomfortable, but that reaction brought actual fear. He wasn't prepared for the blow back, and so that's what it did to him, actually lifting him off of his feet and throwing him into the wall.

[Alecto Carrow]

Alecto watched the show with great amusement, throwing up a lazy shield the minute her twin began to laugh, she knew him better than anyone and that that was just the beginning. Leaning back against the cracked mirror the woman pulled a snack from her robes and ate it as she watched the show.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Oh Draco, you naughty, little flirt!" he howled out voice still choked with his mad mirth as the boy smashed into the wall with a painful and loud crashing noise, the Death Eater waisting no time in jerking his fist again to send the blonde flying towards the wall on the other side of the room.

"Is THAT all you've got? I could barely feel it!"

[Draco Malfoy]

The boy let lose a yell as he lifted and connected painfully with the wall on the other side, going through a stall door in the process. He landed with a grunt, rolling in pain.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus bounded over like an exuberent puppy, eyes wild as both insanity and the lust for dark magic and bloodshed danced in them, his boot slamming down on Draco's back.

"Come on boy, take another shot! Don't tell me your going to flirt and not deliver! Not after all that praise that darling Bella has heaped on you!"

A high pitched giggle left his throat as he reached down to take a grip of the blonde's hair, dragging him up to face him.

"Now *thats* a witch that can deliver," he purred, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "Whatever else her flaws, your sweet aunt, she can certainly make a man scream..."

There was something about the way he said it, something wrong, as though in his warped, blackened mind the act of someone cursing him was something to be... enjoyed.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco glared at him and pushed at his hand but he'd lost his wand after that first hit, and his wandless wasn't as strong as the other mans. If a cruccio with his wand made the mad man giggle than him using wandless was like a ticklefight to him.

[Amycus Carrow]

More of that same, unnerving, crazed laughter as Draco failed to answer or react.

"No...? How dissapointing!" he crowled, hand lashing out to fist in the boy's blonde locks and jerk his head up to look at him, baring his teeth in an unhinged, manic grin. "That's your problem, always so *weak* to afraid to even cast it right let alone give yourself to it and enjoy it like the drug it is. Let me teach you how it should be sweet thing~"

That delicious thrum, the need, it had been a niggle before, just rearing its head when he had walked in - but that taste, weak though it was, that forbidden, that wicked taste of that seductive magic, it had blazed it to life again. His body tingled with it, each cell excited, each nerve raw and needy, his heart racing, his breathing quick, his pupils dialated. It was more than a craving to him - a drug, one that he was helplessly hooked on and he needed NOW.

Face twisting in vicious anticipation, Amucus levelled his wand at the boy.

"Crucio...." the word was barely more than a whisper, more like how a lover might whisper the name of their partner than a curse. The vollume it seemed however had no bearing on the intensity.

[Draco Malfoy]

"AHHHH!" the boy screamed in pain as the intense spell hit him, causing his body to bow instantly as he clawed in vain at the tile located just behind him.

[Lucius Malfoy]

As he was pacing down the corridor, Lucius instantly stopped short. Reverberating off the walls, he could hear a loud scream...a familiar voice, instantly sent a wave of concern over him, a sickened feeling, and he immediately focused on the direction from which it originated. He hurried in the direction, and when he reached the bathroom door, he found it was locked. Not hesitating a moment, he whipped his wand out and blast the door off its hinges, before stepping into the bathroom.

There, he spotted them. The pair of damnable twins. Alecto, with a shield up, and Amycus, that psychotic moron, his wand pointed directly at the subject of this torment, grabbing the boy's hair, who was hunched over against the wall. His son...Draco... And he knew...knew precisely what curse he was using. He could barely contain it, the contempt he felt building up in his chest, and his grip on his wand tightened.

[Alecto Carrow]

Seeing the man when the door flew open Alecto grinned "Why Lucius, welcome to the party! You're just in time for the main event."

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius shot a scathing glance that woman's way, as he simultaneously sent a quick, silent expelliarmus at Amycus' wand hand. He was not in the mood to play this game with the pair of lunatics.

[Alecto Carrow]

Seeing the wand movement Alecto threw up a shield against whatever Lucius had planned "Tisk, tisk Lucy-love, we're not done playing. Come now, I've seen your thirst you understand the enjoyment of the game don't you?"

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's head turned at the sound of the door blasting off its hinges, still holding his spell on the boy though a crazed cackle left his lips at the sight of the elder Malfoy. He didn't bother to move as the clearly flustered older man raised his wand to him, his own eyes half lidded with the combined drug of the dark magic and Draco's delicious screams, trusting in his twin to prevent Lucy-boy from ruining his fun.

"Looky looky, daddy's come to play~" he purred, wrenching Draco's head up as he lessened the spell enough to allow him to be at least somewhat aware what was going on. "Say hello, sweet child."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco let out a yelp as the man roughly grabbed his hair, his body sore and protesting the action. Hazy, bleary eyes fixed on the image by the door. They went wide before he lifted a hand reaching for the man who seemed so near yet so far "Fath...er"

[Amycus Carrow]

"Listen to him mewl, isn't it adoreable?" the madman chuckled, using his free hand to ghost his knuckles over Draco's cheeks in a mocking gesture, hand still holding his wand as his half lidded eyes ran over Lucius, smirk curling on his lips. "I've just been illustrating to your boy the difference between a *real* crucio and those little puppy licks you've been teaching him."

He paused to wrinkle up his nose.

"Really Lucius... I'm kinda embarrased for you. The kid's laughable... luckilly though I take my responsibilities to educate *very* seriously. Isn't that right Draco?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco attempted to pull his head away, glaring at the man.

[Alecto Carrow]

"I think he's adorable," Alecto smiled "Don't break my toy Amycus…" she reprimanded with a smirk, her gaze flicking to Lucius as she lazily twirled her wand, standing plainly in the path between him and her little brother.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius drew a slow intake of breath, to calm himself, and he adopted his usual, composed demeanor. They got such a sick thrill out of any rise, these foolish maniacs. He focused his silver stare on the girl in front of him, arching a single brow at her wand movement.

It really was questionable, what she possibly thought she could do against him. These two had obviously grown quite cocky during their time at this absurd school, receiving this authority and taunting children. They were amateurs, both of them, and the Dark Lord's favoritism had obviously gone to their heads and caused them to forget all the years of experience he had above them. Whatever status they may hold within the Death Eater ranks, when it came to their magical prowess, sheer power, his transcended both of theirs.

"Step aside, little Carrow," he drawled simply, quite ignoring anything they had to say.

[Alecto Carrow]

"Oooo," Alecto said giving a delicate shudder "I like it when you talk rough… though, I would hope you're not interfering? Amycus is teaching Draco a very important lesson about the proper use of the Cruccius curse, as he should since he's been ordered by *The Dark Lord* to make sure everyone here knows how it works. Especially your failure of a son…" she rose a brow. "Or would you like to bypass the Dark Lord's orders for your own? I'm sure he'd be happy to teach the boy in Amycus's stead…"

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus let out a wicked giggle, arm slipping around Draco to haul the boy to his feet again as the psychopath nuzzled him again, wand pressed under his chin, sadistic gaze lingering on Lucius.

"Now now, Sweet sister, no need to accuse our *estimed* colleague of being a filthy traitor there," he purred to his twin. "I'm sure dear Lucy-kins wouldn't dare upset our lord like that again... In fact, I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. He just want's to join in, don't you sweetness? Shall we play with you too~?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco stumbled as he was jerked up, and pushed at the man's hand trying to get him off of him. He didn't want to play this game and it was made worse by his Father being witness to his humiliation.

[Lucius Malfoy]

"I have no intention of joining your game, nor do I intend to allow you to involve my son any further," Lucius drawled easily. "If he requires proper instruction in how to perform such a spell, I recommend having him perform it, and preferably on a blood traitor, or perhaps even a muggle. After all, practice makes perfect, and better to use it on someone who actually deserves it--certainly not a pureblooded wizard like himself. Tormenting Draco with the curse accomplishes nothing. It teaches him nothing, and gains nothing for the Dark Lord's cause. All you can possibly seek to gain from this is your own twisted, sad little amusement. And, if that's the case, and you find yourselves simply incable of sating those urges and holding yourselves in check, I strongly suggest you find a new target."

Titling his head to one side and giving the two a pleasant, cordial sort of smile, he said in the same smooth tone, "Now...I'll say it once more. If you'd be so kind, little Carrows, step away from my son, or I'll be forced to retaliate."

[Alecto Carrow]

"Hmm, tried that method he refused to cast on the muggle- I think he just is failing to gasp how effective a well-placed cruccio is so Amycus is teaching him. The correct response is 'Thank You'," Alecto responded pleasantly holding her wand more firmly. She may not respect the twit but she wasn't stupid she knew Malfoy was dangerous with his wand, then again it had been a while since she and Amycus had played together… so this could turn quite interesting.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's eyes glittered at the prospect of Lucius's threat, fingers curling tighter in Draco's hair as he turned his head to run his tongue slowly, pointedly over the boy's face, gaze still lingering on the elder blonde as anouther laugh left him.

Oh Lucius was dangerous with his wand, only a fool would think otherwise, but in terms of social or political power he was a toothless snake, which rather brought things down to their level. If anything, the other man's threats just excited him all the more, his blood starting to pump at the prospect of an all out fight. He was never one to linger much on the prospects of loosing, one of the nice things about having a masochistic streak, he'd enjoy this either way - after all, Daddy over there actually *could* cast a nice crucio - but frankly the odds were more than stacked in he and his sister's favour. Lucius only had a wet, half broken pup to back him up, barely counted at all. He and Alecto had each other. Slowly his grin grew. Soon they'd have two blonde toys to play with, how fun~

[Lucius Malfoy]

As Lucius watched Amycus run his tongue over Draco, he awarded the man a particularly disgusted look, before glancing back over at Alecto and drawling sarcastically, "Oh yes, clearly, that's what your brother here is doing. Just teaching Draco to perfect the Cruciatus Curse, nothing more. How dare I possibly assume otherwise. You know, the farther your tale is from the truth, the harder it is to make your lie match up with what's really happening."

Fixing his silver stare on the Carrow brother, he told him, "Now then, if you could possibly manage to rein yourself in for more than five seconds, Amycus, spare us the creep and whatever disgusting high you're getting out of all this, and just step away."

[Amycus Carrow]

The male twin responded with another mad giggle, teeth flashing in a sharklike grin as he refused to release or otherwise step away from the boy.

"How about you make me, dear Lucius?" he all but purred to the other man, pulling the shild a little closer in taunt.