Sleepless Nights (OPEN)

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

Emmelia Analeigh Jammison was tossing and turning in her bed. The girls around her were among their slumber, all except for her. She sat upright in her bed and ran a hand through her long blonde hair frustrated. It was just no use to even try to sleep when she was already wide awake as it was. She knew that it was late, that most of her Slytherin's were fast asleep. With a sigh she pulled on a pair of black yoga pants, and put on a black tank top, adding her gray zip-up sweatshirt. Slipping on a pair of tennis shoes she made her way down the stairs.

Entering the Common Room it was deserted, and all hopes were shot of being able to have some company through her insomnia. Emmelia sat down in front of the fire and grabbed a Quidditch magazine from the table in front of her. Lounging on the couch she began to flip through the pages, stopping at a pair of gloves or a broom that caught her eye. There was something about Quidditch that she loved. The thrill, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, swerving and diving to make it to the post.

Regardless of what her father might say she was a really good Quidditch player. Probably one of the best on the Slytherin team even, when it came to Chasers. A woman that played Quidditch was looked down on in most Pureblood Families, but as long as she stayed in line her father put that aside. At least she wasn't a blood traitor. She finished the magazine and tossed it back onto the table. Closing her eyes she embraced how still everything was for a couple of seconds. Until she could hear footsteps coming closer...

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

Amycus Sebastian Carrow awoke in the middle of the night, preparing to murder whomever it was making such an ungodly sound. His eyes glared about the pitch black room as though one of his dorm-mates were purposely interrupting his slumber. Of course they were all still asleep in their bunks, oblivious to the sound, which had to be something akin to the Hogwarts Express plowing through the castle. Grabbing his wand, he snuck around the circular room in an attempt to locate it, only to find that it came from one of his fellow Slytherins. For Merlin's sake, they'd never made such a noise before! (Of course, at this time of night, Amycus couldn't be expected to remember that this specific room-mate had developed a dreadful cold.) Resisting the urge to hex the boy into oblivion at this very moment, he made a mental reminder to get back at him tomorrow once his mental capabilities had come back.

Grumbling rather loudly to himself without caring if he disturbed the others or not, he dramatically pulled his blanket and pillow off of his bed. Wearing only a pair of loose cotton pajama pants and a plain white tee shirt, he made his way out to the common room, which was sure to be deserted at this hour. Normally he wouldn't dare sleep on the couches; it was an unspoken rule that any Slytherin found sleeping in the common room was doomed to a number of cruel and humiliating, yet highly amusing, pranks. It was sort of a rite of passage. However, as Amycus was a light sleeper, he wasn't too concerned. It wouldn't take much to awake him when the other students started moving around. Not to mention that very few would actually dare to mess with him. It brought a slight smirk to his face just thinking about it. It was merely "rumors" that kept people from causing him problems as there was no actual proof, no one willing to step forward and point the finger at him. Just a bunch of whispered comments in the dark hallways of the school.

He shuffled his way to the couch, only slightly annoyed to find someone sitting quietly in front of the fire. Had he not recognized the beautiful blonde girl, his attitude might have been worse. Quietly he placed his pillow and blanket on the long, emerald green couch before sneaking up behind her. "A bit past your bed time, isn't it?" He murmured into her ear as he leaned forward. He could feel the warmth from the fire against his face, helping to heat the cool room. Amycus still had every intention of, at the least, relaxing on the couch under his blanket but the opportunity to flirt the pure-blooded witch was too tempting to resist.





Note: Not the best, but I promise it'll get better and less awkward xD

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

The flames flickered in the fireplace and the heat spilled into the dungeonous Common Room. Emmelia sat there on the couch just watching the flames entranced for a couple of minutes. With a sigh she ran a hand through her hair, sleep just didn't seem like it was going to come easy tonight. Often times she would wake up to nightmares of her father beating her, and she would feel sore. It scared her to fall asleep, even in sleep it was as if she wasn't safe. She thought about finishing him off once she graduated and possibly joined the Death Eaters. It was tempting...but she loved him still. Was it possible to love the man that brought so much harm to her?

Emmelia attempted to shake off thoughts of her father, but it seemed to loom in the back of her mind as she sat cross legged on the couch in front of the fire. She looked down at her hands that held her slender wand gracefully between them. Suddenly her senses piked as she heard someone come down the stairs. Not thinking anything of it she brushed it off, if they were of any importance to her they would come over and say hello. Just as the thought registered through her mind a light whisper hit her ear, chills instantly running her spine. She smirked lightly, knowing instantly who it was.

Amycus Carrow. They've known each other since they were little, since they were both well Pureblooded and brought up by Death Eaters. He was very close to her, and was one of the very few she could trust in her entirety. Emmelia knew that he wasn't much of a commitment type of guy and it didn't bother her much. Although, they've been on a few dates and have gone to get togethers together, but it wasn't much after that. Sometimes she wished it could be different between them, that his touch would mean more than just casualty to her.

Looking behind her Emmelia snickered and stated, "I'm always up this late anymore, Amycus." She turned around so she was facing him from over the back of the couch, he truly was handsome...and his eyes just captivated her. Their faces almost touching she added in a slight whisper, "What brings you out here so late, Mister Carrow?"

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

As it went in all pure-blooded families, children were expected to behave a certain way. As people went, some were much more cruel than others. In the type of society they had grown up in, Amycus had been taught from a young age to mind his own business when it came to the affairs and doings of the other pure-blood families (unless, of course, it interfered with his own). There had been times when he was younger that he noticed bruises on his rather beautiful friend, but he knew better than to ask where they came from. He'd heard his parents whisper often about that family or this family, and whenever the topic of "behavioral punishment" came up, it was always said that the child (or even the wife, in some cases) deserved it for misbehaving or some other shameful thing they had done. He knew that he'd been whipped a few times himself, among other punishments, for his own problems. However, he'd never seen or even expected that sort of thing from Emmelia; she was nothing like that disgusting Sirius Black, after all. He could recall once at a ball held by her family, he'd pulled her aside into a secluded hallway and asked about a black eye, despite knowing it wasn't his place to do so, only to be interrupted vehemently by her rather furious father. The incident hadn't gone over too well with his own father at home that evening, but the lesson had been learned and promptly "forgotten" by all parties. So while he hadn't asked her again, he did have his own suspicions.

It still hadn't stopped him from being around her. Emmelia was one of the few people he was close to, which was rather uncommon for him. Sure he was known to keep the company of beautiful people but they were more like acquaintances than anything of substance. No, he actually respected this girl and enjoyed being around her, which is likely why her presence at the fire was more welcome rather than irritating to Amycus. Leaning in, he could smell a light, feminine scent mingling with the fire, stirring his senses. "I'm always up this late." came her response before she turned to face him. His dark eyes met her green ones, the fire light dancing across their features. She certainly was a beautiful girl; it was no wonder he found himself attracted to her. "What brings you out here so late, Mister Carrow?" her low voice asked him. Amycus smirked slightly as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear; the golden tresses looked as soft as they felt. "Perhaps I came to see if any beautiful blonde damsels needed some company by the fire." He responded, his eyes twinkling in the firelight. "You interested?" His voice had taken on a slightly teasing quality to it as he spoke to his old friend.

Rather than waiting for an answer, Amycus headed around the couch and sat down beside her, using his wand to wordlessly summon his blanket from the other sofa on which he had placed it. He comfortably wrapped it over their laps as his arm went around her shoulders in a movement that seemed as natural to him as breathing. Some considered it arrogance when he acted in such a way, and maybe it was. Surely some more feminist type, hear-headed females would might him being so "forward", but he was quite certain than Emmelia wouldn't be one of those. He leaned his head in closer to hers, making himself comfortable. "So what keeps you up at night?" His voice had become rather hushed and low, intimate one might say, as though they were sharing secrets. Since when was the Slytherin common room known for its surprisingly romantic atmosphere?

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

The affairs of her family were rumored among the rest of the purebloods they hung around. Her father was a well respected man, feared would probably come into mind among some. Emmelia would definitely consider that word over respect to her father. She never knew when he may wind up hexing, cursing, or beating her. The Carrows and the Jammisons were often spotted together, since both parents were Death Eaters, and their mothers went as far back as Emmelia could recall her mother talking about. Emmelia would often have various bruising and scars as she visited the Carrows. The girl only stepped out of line once in her entire life, she learned her lesson right away, but the abuse was deeper than just that. Emmelia could remember when Amycus finally asked her about it, she couldn't help but tear up as the words came out of his mouth, and just when she was about to answer...her father brutally interrupted. Ever since then the topic was never brought up.

Amycus was more than just a friend to Emmelia in her eyes. They had quite a different relationship than most people. There was a definite attraction between the two, that Emmelia just couldn't ignore so easily. Alecto and Elijah would most likely not approve of any relationship either Emmelia or Amycus got into, since both the twins were so close to each other. Emmelia wished that she could talk to someone about her father, someone that would just help her, and stand by her side. She really wanted Amycus to know...but it never came up ever since that night.

"Well, it looks like you found one." Emmelia smirked at his answer chuckling lightly. As his hand brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear she couldn't help but close her eyes lightly at his touch. It was so welcoming and inviting to her, no other man that has touched her made her feel the way Amycus did. With a light sigh she made room for him on the couch, and as his blanket covered their laps and his arm went around her shoulders she moved almost instinctively to nestle into his chest. "I'm very interested." She whispered.

As his question reached her ears in his hushed tone, Emmelia froze. She couldn't just lie to him and tell him that the girls in the dormitory were always loud...when in reality she was having nightmares of her father almost every night. Her hand grazed her arm where the latest scar was placed before she came back to school. Sitting upright she looked into the fire for a second, taking in a deep breath she shook her head, and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. Biting her bottom lip she finally looked back at him. "Nightmares." Was all that she said. She desperately wanted to tell him. The words were on her tongue, but she just couldn't pull herself to it. She never told anyone. Emmelia closed her eyes for a second to attempt to calm herself. "Amycus, I've known you for so long...I should feel like I can trust you with everything..." She whispered, hurt, but she didn't finish. With the final words lingering in the air she looked back at the fire.

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

It was a weird feeling, to be protective over someone, especially for the young Death Eater-to-be. To feel such a way for his twin, well, that was normal. But the protective feelings he had for the blonde currently cuddled into his side was a complete mystery to Amycus. Normally any vulnerability he saw in a person would repulse him; it was not a personality trait he admired or respected. But then, she wasn't nearly as vulnerable as she seemed. He would never be quite certain, but it was a very different sort of way to see her, like this. The dates they'd been on previously showcased different aspects of who she was, but this...this was just different. Perhaps she let down her walls with him, though that was never necessarily a safe thing to do, but he had seen her be much stronger than could ever be believed with the way she looked right now. Maybe it was just the night and the fire that did such things to her appearance. It was one of the many things that captivated and mystified him about her.

"I'm very interested." he heard her whisper, making him smirk slightly to himself. What could he say? He was irresistible and he knew it. "Glad to hear it." was all he said in response as he half sub-consciously played with her hair. Amycus couldn't seem to resist touching her in some way. Even on a normal basis, his arm would casually be around her shoulders (though, he often did this with other female "friends" as well) or on times which he had accompanied her to a pure-blooded ball of sorts, his hand would be on her lower back. Maybe it was just a guy thing, or perhaps it was merely an Amycus thing; he'd always been a rather intimate type of person, really. It was more of a gift for him, really: It helped learn body language, both in general as well as for individuals. It helped him learn peoples' secrets as they were more willing to trust such a friendly sort of guy.

This was also how he knew almost instinctively that that certain something was bothering her as her body seemed to tense up beside him as he asked why she was still awake. "Nightmares." came her rather hesitant answer, though he almost couldn't make out what she said as his eyes seemed to focus in on her biting her lip. Merlin, what a sexy thing that was. Luckily, he'd long ago learned to master the art of ensuring one's face didn't give away what one was thinking. Although there really was no true way for him to know that a flicker of said emotion fast like a flash of lightning through his eyes. Trying to squelch the thought, he turned his attention more to what she was saying as he soothingly ran his fingers through her hair. "Amycus, I've known you for so long...I should feel like I can trust you with everything..." It wasn't too hard to tell that something was wrong, that she was upset about something, and it was only natural for him to want to comfort her. His arm tightened around her as his free hand gently tilted her chin to make her face him. His eyes searched hers as he tried to figure out what best to say. Amycus didn't want to ask her why or if she didn't, but he also didn't want to lie and say she could trust him with everything. Granted, he obviously wasn't going to tell her that it would be a mistake to do such a thing, either, but he wasn't going to lie to her. "What's wrong, love?" Sincerity shone through his eyes, as rare of an occurrence as that typically was for Amycus. There was just no easier way to get to the bottom of things, and while he usually had more finesse with such matters, it was likely best to just be out with it.

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

Not too many things really bothered Emmelia. She was the type of girl to just let things roll off her shoulders, and if something bothered her she wouldn't dare let it show. If it was one of her close friends she would be upfront and honest with them, if it was her family she would push it to the back of her mind. There was no room to show any sort of weakness. She valued herself for being a strong independent woman. She took blows with ease when it came to Quidditch especially, often times no one would know she was really hurt until after the match was over and she was walking to the Hospital Wing to get it fixed. Yet, with this, it's been too long since she has kept it bottled up. It wasn't healthy for her to just live like this any longer, she needed to tell someone. Weakness was a rare site to be seen by the young woman, and she didn't enjoy looking so weak either. It was unnatural for her.

Emmelia felt comfort as Amycus ran his fingers through her hair. He always had a way of making her feel comfortable and relaxed around him. It seemed as if he always had some way of touching her whenever they were around, and quite frankly she couldn't help but give into it either. On their casual dates his arm would either be around her shoulders or sometimes around her waist. At balls he seemed to hold her as if he claimed her...which she had to admit to herself she enjoyed that idea. She knew that he had his arms around other "close" female friends, but the way that he looked at her, she knew it was unlike all the others. She wasn't typically a conceited woman, but she knew for a fact that Amycus didn't look at other women as he looked at her.

As his hand tilted her chin to face him Emmelia's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes met his and she could see the sincerity within his. If she wasn't already falling for the man, she was definitely beginning to fall harder. She didn't care about the other girls, she knew that they were all very brief, and she rarely got jealous of them also. But this...no one else got that look besides her. "You remember when you asked how I received all those bruises and scars." She started but paused taking in a deep breath as she closed her eyes. Shaking her head slightly, crying was not going to happen, she could feel them swarming her eyes, but she held them back. Opening her eyes she met Amycus' once more. "My father gave them to me. He still does." She finally whispered, almost afraid to speak the words. With a sigh she slid away from Amycus' arms, and looked down at her hands. "I do nothing to deserve the abuse and the torment. He drinks at night, comes home, and...the next thing I know I'm backed into a corner as he either hits me or uses magic." She added also in a hushed tone.

Memories rushed through her mind of all the times he hurt her. How much she wanted to hate him but she couldn't. She never told a soul about the abuse, and Amycus was someone she knew wouldn't tell anyone. That it was just as demeaning to her as to her father. "I'm sorry I'm telling you this..." She huffed slightly and shook her head once more, the tears burning the back of her eyes. "But I just can't handle it anymore...I've dealt with it enough on my own..." She drifted off and closed her eyes to prevent the tears from falling. Weakness was not alright, she already looked weak enough, crying was only going to make her look worse. She sat upright and looked over at the fire before looking back at Amycus waiting to see how he would respond.

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

The real problem with Amycus was always that so much of who he was and what he did revolved around his public image, not letting any of his true self show to the masses. There were times that he despised not being able to hex someone the instant they crossed him, rather than waiting and planning out his revenge. But of course, most of the time he was thankful for the cover. It was helpful in social situations, as he had long since come to understand, not to mention the many benefits of it. One such benefit was being able to have arm candy; it wasn't just a pure-blood right, as so many seemed to think. Amycus put considerable amount of work into making "friends", into wooing the girls he dated into a comfortable state, and into making sure things went however he wanted them to go. After a while, any motion he made with them had become practically natural, just like holding onto Emmelia was. But with her, it was definitely different, even if he had yet to actually admit that to himself. Admitting any sort of feelings for a particular girl, other than an interest, would be like admitting a weakness for him; it was simply not allowed by his own rules of self preservation.

That, however, didn't stop his reactions from occasionally betraying himself. Tonight was one such night. While typically friendly and flirty, it was rather rare to see him acting in such a tender way. His eyes still met hers as she spoke until she broke the contact momentarily. "You remember when you asked how I received all those bruises and scars." It was obvious that she was having some trouble with whatever was on her mind, but she didn't break down as many girls would do; it was one of the many reasons he had such respect for her. Amycus simply nodded in response, allowing her to continue on. "My father gave them to me. He still does. I do nothing to deserve the abuse and the torment. He drinks at night, comes home, and...the next thing I know I'm backed into a corner as he either hits me or uses magic." The rage which began to build up in Amycus was a fury that he had only rarely felt before. Hearing his suspicions confirmed, especially as she pulled away from him, made him practically see red even though he managed to keep his cool. Once again, his strict upbringing had come in handy.

There were no words he could say. He wasn't one of those stupid twits to ask such questions like "Are you sure?", especially when he'd seen the evidence himself. as she mentioned nothing of sexual abuse, he had the tact not to ask about it. Nothing came to mind that he could say to console the girl, though in his mind he vowed to murder the man. "I'm sorry I'm telling you this...But I just can't handle it anymore...I've dealt with it enough on my own..." she continued on, apologizing as though it were her fault. "What do you mean on your own? Doesn't elijah know about this?" he asked rather calmly, despite the way his insides were burning. Of course, that was a rather dumb question on it's own; of course her brother knew. "Your brother hasn't done anything about this?" He said, his control over his anger starting to slightly slip through his demeanor. While he'd never been particularly close with her brother, he had held some sort of respect for the bloke. But now...well...that was something to be dealt with at a later time.

"C'mere." he said, lifting her with ease onto his lap and readjusting the blanket. Amycus pulled the blonde girl against himself as he gently wrapped his arms around her. "It will never happen again." The words were said in a low voice, more vowing to himself than actually talking to her. It was a delicate situation and he knew it wouldn't be easy, but he'd be damned if the bloody bastard would ever lay a hand on Emmelia again. Even as he rested his chin on top of her head he could envision himself bursting into the man's office, face covered, and Crucio-ing him into oblivion before finally delivering the fatal blow. It was a pleasant thought, despite doing little to calm his nerves. Oh, would that man pay.

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

Elijah was her best friend, her partner in crime, her everything. They were attached to the hip, just like the Carrow twins were. There was only one time that Elijah attempted to stop the abuse, it was back during their third year over the Holidays. Once again their father stumbled back to the house, Emmelia was at the kitchen bar with Elijah when he knocked her off the bar stool. Elijah lost it and put himself in front of her attempting to protect his dear sister. Needless to say Elijah was knocked out within seconds and left Emmelia defenseless. After that Elijah never got in his way again, that one time broke him, and it hurt for Emmelia to think that she was fully on her own with this.

The words stung as he asked about Elijah, she winced a little at the mere thought of her brother getting knocked out and then never helping her again. "Eli attempted to stop him once, when we were back in our third year, but after father knocked him unconscious...well, he figured he best stay out of the way." Emmelia looked up at him a little more calm. "What else can he do? That one time broke him, taught him to stand down. All the while I have to stand there and take it, the very man that I should look out for to protect me, is the very one that leaves me bleeding on the floor... She practically whispered the last sentence. It hurt that she couldn't trust the one person that was supposed to protect her. She couldn't help but smirk and chuckle a little bit at her next thought, "Men are supposed to protect their women, not belittle them...and I can't even bare to stand up for myself against him."

She frowned slightly, wishing that she could do something. There was nothing she could to but take it and deal with it, like she has been doing. Emmelia curled up into his arms and not even her brother could have made her feel so safe. Leaning into his chest she closed her eyes and buried her head into the crook of his neck. Who would've thought that Amycus Carrow would be her one confident. The one person that could save her. "How can you promise me that, Amycus?" She whispered onto his skin curiously. She wanted to know what he was going to do, how he was going to do it. She could only wish that somehow her father would get some pay back for all her years of torture.

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

If she had thought that saying her brother tried once would make him feel any better about the boy and the situation, well, she would be wrong. More than anything it angered him further though he kept it inside. Elijah was a coward. Of course, being as he wasn't currently in that sort of situation, he was entitled to feeling that way. But he could honestly say that if his own father had ever laid a hand upon Alecto (when she didn't honestly deserve it, as even she did stupid things on occasion), their father wouldn't have lived to see another sunrise. "What else can he do? That one time broke him, taught him to stand down. All the while I have to stand there and take it, the very man that I should look out for to protect me, is the very one that leaves me bleeding on the floor..." He could have tried again. He could have ambushed their father and taken him down; the Dark Lord would have more than approved of such tactics. These thoughts were milling in his mind as she spoke, though he kept them to himself. Her twin had just lost respect in his eyes. Amycus continued to soothingly play with her hair, letting her vent it out to him.

"Men are supposed to protect their women, not belittle them...and I can't even bare to stand up for myself against him." The words sounded odd coming from her. Somehow, he was sure that she had done little things to get her revenge against her brute of a father. "There isn't much you can do, Emmelia." Her name came out softer than the rest as he could tell by her slight chuckle that she was beating herself up over it. "Where has your mother been during all this?" The question was asked gently, so as not to upset her even further the way he had when asking about her brother. Amycus couldn't quite recall seeing her mother much more than a handful of times since they had begun their schooling at Hogwarts, though he'd always been curious about her.

The beautiful blonde witch seemed to instantly curl up into him as he scooped her onto his lap. Her scent seemed to surround him though he didn't mind it; it was sort of a comfort to him as well. "How can you promise me that, Amycus?" She asked in response to his talking to himself. He smirked slightly, evil schemes running through his head. He couldn't come straight out and tell her that he intended to murder her father; that definitely wasn't the sort of thing which would go over well. After all, she'd have already done it herself if she didn't feel something for the man. "I've got my ways." He said, likely sounding the same way a bunch of other boys his age did when they promised something like that, as though it wasn't going to happen. Of course, he was a very different breed of boy. "Don't worry about it. Just leave it all to me." Amycus knew that he'd have to find a way to make it unknown that it was him, something which would require much planning. Perhaps he could even get Alecto to assist him, though he wouldn't tell her why. It wouldn't be the first time they'd done favors in such a similar manner. With any luck, everything would be planned out in time for the winter holidays...

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

Emmelia knew what Amycus was thinking. About her brother, how he could stop it all. Truth was...that was the one thing she hated about her brother. The fact that he was too much of a coward to do anything about what was going on. He was ten times stronger than her father, both physically and magically. She never knew why he never did anything...and it hurt to know that she was truly in this alone. Emmelia contemplated many time of murdering the man, getting back at him, she had the capabilities to do so. She was terrified of what would happen if he somehow over powered her. So, she dealt with it, and even though he kept abusing her, deep down she still cared for him just a little bit.

Her mother. Emmelia practically saw red upon his question about her. The woman was spineless, she did everything her father wanted her to. She would stand there and watch on many occasions. The one time Emmelia talked to her alone about it, well an hour later her father had her unconscious. Ever since then Emmelia never really spoke to her mother, she could care less about the woman. "On many occasions she would watch. I attempted to ask her to stop it alone once, and needless to say she sold me out to my father. He had me unconscious for two days after I spoke to her." Emmelia whispered. "She's spineless, would never dare speak or act out against him. In fact I'm sure she's on his side with this whole thing." She added angrily.

Emmelia acted up very seldom and if she did she could understand why she deserved this. It wasn't as if she had anything against the pureblood women following their men, but they should at least have some say in things. Especially if they are Death Eaters themselves. Emmelia often wondered if the Dark Lord would approve of her killing her father. Then she also remembered her twin and her younger siblings...what would they think.

Amycus and Emmelia have always been close, she was as close to him as she was to her own twin. Yet, not in a romantic-flirty way as they were often caught up in. They always seemed to be on the same wavelength, and she often could tell what he was thinking even though he would never come right out and say it. Such as his comment that was running through her mind. He was definitely planning on murdering the man, it was more than obvious to her. Emmelia sat upright and looked into his eyes as if to tell him nonverbally that she knew what he was up to...all the terrible things he was thinking. "The only reason why I haven't done it myself is because of Mason and Kira." Emmelia told him.

She couldn't help but smirk a little. If he was intending what she thought he was, and if he could pull it off discretely she was more than willing to have some assistance. "Now, leaving it all to you is no fun, Mister Carrow." She added a short pause later. "What evil plans are running through your head? It's going to take a lot of work to make it discrete." Why even in this moment did she find it hard not to flirt with him. In his embrace and being so close to him made her so comfortable with the situation though. Before everything continued though she grew a little more serious, and looking into his eyes once more she let down her guard once again. "But thank you, Amycus, for always being there for me when no one else was...and for helping me with this." She told him gently and bit her bottom lip once again out of habit.

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

It was turning out that her entire family, whom he'd once thought promising and equal to his own, was turning out to be a disappointment...with the exception of her, of course. A cowardly brother, a mother without her own brain, and a heartless father. If he knew anything of muggle technology and movies, he might be tempted to relate them to the Wizard of Oz. It was relatively disgusting though he was sure it was common enough among pure-blooded families. Parents expected obedience even when they were wrong, so technically her brother had merely learned his place. It was a way in which their families differed; His own father would be disgusted in him if he didn't at least attempt to face the fight when it was required. His father would never take out his drunken rages on his children; what were the house elves for anyways? And his mother...the woman definitely had a mind of her own and it surprised him that she'd be friends with someone like Emmelia's mother, though there was always a chance that she didn't know what went on behind the Jammison family's closed doors.

"On many occasions she would watch. I attempted to ask her to stop it alone once, and needless to say she sold me out to my father. He had me unconscious for two days after I spoke to her. She's spineless, would never dare speak or act out against him. In fact I'm sure she's on his side with this whole thing" The anger and contempt in her voice amused him, and though he wouldn't quite label it as such were he to contemplate his own emotions, rather made him proud. It was one of those things about her that made him consider her an equal more than most others. "A proper house-wife." He said in a bored tone, though it was meant in more of a sarcastic way. Granted, he did expect his wife to be obedient once he married her, but he also expected her to have fire in her blood and be able and willing to hold her own against him. It was, admittedly, a contradiction of sorts. "Perhaps she'd rather it be taken out on someone other than herself," He said, uncharacteristically seeing a potentially different side to the situation. "Or perhaps she's just jealous." He said with a bit of a smirk on his face as he murmured it into her ear. There was no need to explain; she would know what he meant.

Though it was something he did his best to deny, Amycus was definitely attracted to the witch; it was impossible not to be when she was the one person other than his sister and the Dark Lord who could understand him without having to explain. They were always on the same page with one another, their minds working in similar ways. She was so easy to converse with, which was one of the few reasons he found himself around her more than any other females which intrigued him. He, of course, made sure not to spend too much time alone with her as he'd rather not have anyone assuming they were an item, but it seemed to be getting more and more difficult as they got older. Even now, when he was trying to be somewhat discreet about his intention toward her father, she could read him like an open book. "The only reason why I haven't done it myself is because of Mason and Kira." He hadn't honestly considered her other siblings. After all, if he only killed the father, her mother would remain in high standing with other pure-blooded families and was sure to find a suitable husband and caretaker. And, on the off-chance he did away with her mum too, then she and Elijah would be graduating from Hogwarts soon enough. "You're nearly old enough to care for them yourself. "

Of course, it was clear she was still full of twists and had no intention of being a good little witch...which was fine, really; he preferred it when they were bad. He knew that he'd never be able to marry someone who wasn't a Death Eater (as well as he intended to be). There needed to be that thrill and excitement, and just a touch of wickedness to them or else there would be nothing to excite him. "Now, leaving it all to you is no fun, Mister Carrow. What evil plans are running through your head? It's going to take a lot of work to make it discrete." Her voice caused a slight thrill to go through him, bringing a smirk to his face. "But thank you, Amycus, for always being there for me when no one else was...and for helping me with this." He shifted his arms, keeping them around her but dropping a hand to rest on her hip casually. "The less you know, the better." He said, choosing not to acknowledge her thanks even though it was sincere, as his eyes met hers with a teasing gleam in them. It was true though; If she knew too much, there was a good chance the Ministry would be after her and that was simply not an option.

But it wouldn't hurt just to give her a little tease of his musings, would it? His mouth rested near her ear as he spoke quietly and intimately, just in case the walls had grown ears themselves. "Perhaps your father isn't as true to the Dark Lord as he's been making him believe..." That would likely require the most planning, and he'd definitely need her assistance working out the kinks and details, laying the evidence. "Or, perhaps he's offended some dark wizard, perhaps one from Russia..." Less planning, but a little more groundwork to make it seem plausible. Not to mention he'd need to study up on his Russian and uncover some dirty little secret of her fathers. "Maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some band of miscreants saw fit to attack him." That was likely the easiest, assuming he could steal someone's wand and lure the man into a deserted area. But of course, it also had the most potential for backfiring, if he were to tell someone to watch out for him. "You'll just have to wait and see." As he was still formulating plans, he didn't want to give too much away. He chuckled softly then, before moving his head away slightly. It hadn't taken Amycus long to toss out the idea of just telling the Dark Lord the situation; the man wasn't known for his compassion. If anything, he'd more accepting of one of his followers dying if he thought the man was stupid enough to deserve it. Whatever it was, it had to be good.

Despite his sleepy state, it was extremely difficult for him not to become slightly stimulated at having her in such close proximity and talking about his plans for murdering her father. Carefully, he shifted slightly beneath her, leaning back more against the rather comfy couch. "Now off to bed with you. There shouldn't be any more unpleasant dreams, now that you know something will be done about this," Amycus stated with a slight grin on his face. "Besides, wouldn't want you to be tired for classes in the morning." Despite what he was saying, even he knew that this was all rubbish that was spewing from his mouth, which was likely why he hadn't made an attempt at moving her away from himself yet. He knew he should, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Hopefully, she would have more sense than he seemed to have at the moment.

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

A proper house-wife. The words made Emmelia's blood boil. She couldn't stand the woman she called her mother, made her sick just thinking about all the things she watched and wouldn't stop. She listened to his further statements and couldn't help but snicker. "If she thinks it best that I be the one, well, it makes her more of a coward. And what man would want a woman with no fire in her veins?" She asked him back. His last comment is what made her chuckle slightly, looking over at him she added, "Perhaps she is."

Emmelia had given thought about taking care of her siblings, they surely wouldn't be opposed to it, but that meant she had to ensure they didn't know it was her that killed their parents. She could remember when her father attempted to harm Kira, it was almost second nature for her to step in and take her place. She even did the same for Mason, assuming that it was her responsibility to take their place. Elijah may be a coward for doing nothing, but she wasn't going to sit back and watch her father harm Mason or Kira, especially since she already knew how it felt to be abused anyways. After a couple of years of him trying to bring harm upon the younger Jammison's her father gave up since Emmelia would take their place. "It isn't like I don't care for them anyways, but if I just killed him it would be way too obvious to them, and the Ministry, that it was me who killed him." She responded.

Chills crept up her spine as he began to whisper is evil doings in her ear. She knew he was going to tell her at least a little of what he planned regardless of his previous the less you know, the better comment earlier. Emmelia knew him too well to just completely leave her in the dark on this. She knew he was trying to protect her, so the Ministry won't peg her as the one who did it. "The first one is much more convincing." She told him with a smirk. The second one wasn't a bad idea, just required a lot of work, and the third just seemed messy and could go wrong. You'll just have to wait and see. If hearing him planning out her father's demise wasn't sexy she sure as hell had to restrain herself from completely losing herself there. The words lingered against her ear and her smirk remained on her lips.

Did he seriously just tell her to go to bed? Emmelia almost laughed but restrained herself. If he wanted her to leave he would have pushed her off of him. Instead of leaving she shifted so she was straddling him on the couch. Her eyes met his more a brief moment before she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You know I only have Muggle Studies in the morning, are you saying that it is worth my time to pay attention to that class?" She gently kissed his jawline before shifting once more as if she was about to leave. "If that's what you really want, Amycus, but we both know I could be doing better things with my time." She snickered knowing he would definitely get her underlying message, but she still continued to seem as if she was getting off him completely to leave.

[AMYCUS SEBASTIAN CARROW]

Admittedly, her siblings were going to be an additional aspect to consider in planning out her father's demise. Despite the obvious malice she felt toward her mother, it would be easiest to keep the woman alive. He could see it all playing out smoothly in his mind: It would help to see her playing the part of the dutiful, mourning house-wife, likely leaning on her son's shoulder as her children remained tear-less, appearing to be shocked that he could be gone at such a moment's notice. Should any suspicion be cast on the family, the mother would be the first to be noticed. Whether she was actually upset or not, she'd end up letting it slip that he wasn't the best father. Either that or an accomplished Legilimens would be able to see that easily enough. Then, if any suspicion shifted, it would be to Elijah, the boy who wouldn't couldn't protect his poor sister from the abuse of their drunken father. But being as he wouldn't know anything about how the man died, it would likely stop there. Why would she bother doing something after all these years, so close to gaining her freedom? And the younger two, well, they were too young to know or do anything. Yes, it all worked out so well.

"If she thinks it best that I be the one, well, it makes her more of a coward. And what man would want a woman with no fire in her veins?" Amycus nodded in agreement at both statements. Her mother was very obviously a coward, a weak and disgusting human being. The second statement proved that she definitely was on the same metaphorical page as he was. Emmelia was definitely a girl with fire in her veins, he knew. The thought was not an unpleasant one, either. "It isn't like I don't care for them anyways, but if I just killed him it would be way too obvious to them, and the Ministry, that it was me who killed him." That too made sense, especially if she had ever taken their place had their father tried to hurt them. "Yes. Not to mention there's no telling if someone in your family would crack under pressure." His mind was still plotting and formulating around these obstacles.

As she had known he would, Amycus was hinting at his ideas though it was best to keep her in the dark. Neither the Death Eaters nor the Ministry would have any reason to suspect him and if by chance they did, he would've had more than enough time to fabricate a valid reason behind his doing so to the Dark Lord, who he had no doubt would assist him with the Ministry. "The first one is much more convincing." The smirk on her face gave him slight chills; It was absolutely entrancing to see her reaction to his planning and proposing murder. "It'll take quite a bit of planning, however. Laying the groundwork." He nearly grimaced for a moment, wondering how long it would take. Amycus preferred instant gratification when possible, so long as all the details had been perfected. "It might not be complete until after graduation." Honesty was the best policy, even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. A part of himself, the part he kept denying existed, didn't want her to go back to her home during the winter holidays. It was another kink he'd have to figure out.

The scene had somehow turned into one with a tone of seduction and intimacy, though neither of them really minded. It wasn't the first time and he was certain it wouldn't be the last. Even still, he'd hardly done more than kiss Emmelia; he'd never crossed the line of their relationship. Amycus didn't intend to start now. He heard himself telling her to go off to bed; he should have known that she wouldn't listen. A moment later she was straddling him, the firelight giving her hair an even more golden tinge, making her appear to glow. "You know I only have Muggle Studies in the morning, are you saying that it is worth my time to pay attention to that class?" He heard her whispering into his ear before soft lips pressed against him jawline. "If that's what you really want, Amycus, but we both know I could be doing better things with my time." A smirk was instant on his face as she grabbed her hips, not letting her move away. This was madness, but even he wasn't always good at resisting such temptation. "Why would you even bother taking such a pointless class in your seventh year?" He said, a low chuckle in his voice. Later he would wonder what profession she intended to enter with a such a class or if was just to piss off her family, but for now, it didn't even cross his mind. "And just what are those better things, Miss Jammison?" Amycus asked, his eyes looking up into hers as a challenge. They both knew he was playing stupid, but it was too good of an opportunity to resist.

[EMMELIA ANALEIGH JAMMISON]

The holidays were supposed to be times of merriment, being able to spend good quality time with family. Every year Emmelia couldn't help but dread going back home to her parents. Sometimes it was often when the beatings would spike, since there was so much alcohol involved. It was worse than the Summer, even though she hated Hogwarts she often debated just staying, make herself get a nasty virus or something to prevent her from returning home. The holidays were completely opposite for Emmelia than what she had saw them previously in her childhood. She wondered sometimes if she could go elsewhere, to another family's home...but that also required telling them her "family's" secret as well.

She couldn't help but run his comment through her head. Someone in her family cracking under pressure. Her mother would undoubtfully play either two ways, one she would sob acting as if she had no idea what was going on, two she would pin it on her own daughter. Which Emmelia would be proven to be innocent, causing her mother to look worse. Elijah, Mason, and Kira would have no idea this was happening, be clueless, then when asked about their father would tell the truth behind the abuse. How horrible of a father he truly was. How she wished Amycus' plan could pan out sooner.

She knew of course that it would take groundwork, but given the right circumstances she knew would be able to happen much more quickly than even he anticipated. "It depends on where you plan on this taking place." She told him. "Considering during the duration of the Holidays he is out in Knockturn Alley the majority of the nights." She knew that he would understand what she was getting at. She knew her fathers every move when it came to his schedule. She mapped it out and would try to avoid when he would come home around midnight or one in the morning. Often he would just barge into her room, disturbing her slumber to take it out on her. Which was why she had such trouble sleeping...she was never safe.

Emmelia faced Amycus once more as he grabbed her hips, preventing her from leaving her position on his lap. Amycus was handsome, had every girl swooning over him, and Emmelia couldn't help but see it as well. It wasn't just his looks that got to her though, it was everything. He truly was a gentleman, they may be romantic sometimes, but he never crossed the line beyond kissing her. Although she definitely wouldn't oblige if he did either, and it wouldn't change their current standing relationship. She was also attracted to how truly evil he could be, he was a strong wizard, capable of many things...yet, he didn't flaunt it either. It enticed her seeing this with him, and when he showed his intentions on what to do about her father, well she couldn't help but get a little excited about it, and seeing him talk about it only made it worse for her.

Yet, regardless of how they were now...Emmelia secretly wanted more. He was the closest person to her, she could call him her best friend even, but there was a deeper connection with them. She knew he could feel it to, this connection, but neither of them acted on it. Perhaps, the reason she doesn't, is because she wants him to be fully sure first...and if it never happens, well, needless to say she would wait. "Because our idiot Head of House decided it be best if I take such a class." Emmelia rolled her eyes. "I truly can't stand it, it's not going to help me in the slightest bit with what I plan on doing once we graduate."

A challenge, they were both all about that with each other, seeing which one would crack first. It spiced up what they had going. She snickered and responded in a slight whisper, "How about I show you?" She leaned in slightly so her lips were barely against his, but instead of kissing him she said with a slight smirk on her lips, "You know for telling me to go to bed, you sure as hell don't seem to want me to, Amycus." How she loved teasing him, but she wasn't about to just kiss him first either. She wanted him to want it, give into temptation, and show how much he wanted her there.

(OOC: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! These two are going to be the death of me. They are so perfect for each other! You play Amycus so great it's going to be such a great time RPing with you!)