Etymology:
- In Greek mythology, Amycus was the son of the sea god Poseidon and the nymph Melia. He was a boxer as well as a soldier in the Trojan War.
- Amycus may come from the Latin amicus, meaning "friend".
How ironic.
“All of the stars are fading away. Just try not to worry, You’ll see them some day. Take what you need and be on your way and stop crying your heart out.”
(Source: amber-hornbrook)
Alecto entered the common room, rubbing her lower back, which still ached from a knock she’d taken during the game. She knew that it was only jealousy that caused the students in the other houses to whisper behind her back - it always went that way when Slytherin won a game, the other houses would accuse them of cheated and hate them even more for a while. The other houses just couldn’t stand the idea that Slytherin were actually good at something. She knew it was only jealousy and anger at the fact that Slytherin were a better team than Gryffindor - well, they were once they’d taken down James Potter, who was, by far, the best player on the Gryffindor team, and a threat to Slytherin’s success.
She also knew that she shouldn’t feel that pang of guilt for taking James Potter down like that, because he’s meant to be nothing to her, but after their chat in the gardens of Carrow Manor during the break, and the fact that he’d obviously worked out what kind of home life Alecto had, she felt a little closer to him. Not that she’d admit it to anyone, especially not him. She’d just been playing the game. He stood between Slytherin and their win, so she removed him. He wasn’t even that badly hurt, so it didn’t really matter, did it? She wasn’t looking forward to seeing Sirius again - the time they’d spent together the other day may have just been ruined by her competitive behaviours.
She saw her brother sat alone on one of the couches, and immediately brightened up. She stopped rubbing her back, not wanting him to worry about her, and positioned a smile on her face before bounding over and throwing herself into his lap.
Amycus had heard her well before she had managed to make it to the couch, the quick step of her feet almost natural to him. She was naturally quiet and if it had been anyone else, maybe she would have caught them off guard, but even with his eyes shut he knew just who it was and was already prepared for the move she would make. Eyes flickering open he lifted his arms just as she threw herself onto the couch and right into him, a bit of breath breaking from his lips but a breathy laugh escaped him and he looked down at her with a furrowed brow. “You haven’t done that since we were twelve.” he stated in a light tone, but he certainly wasn’t against it. When they were younger, Alecto used to barge into his room numerous times when she required his attention - and if he didn’t give it to her automatically (which was rare) she would literally throw herself onto him so that he didn’t have much of a choice but to pay attention to her. When it became obvious that he would pay attention to her no matter what though, she seemed to do it simply to do it. Snapping the book shut with his hand he tossed it to the side, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting much reading done when his sister was there.
Shifting back a bit to accommodate the both of them on the couch, he stretched his arms back and quirked his head to the side, looking down at the smile on his face and it would have been useless to stop the small one of his own for appearing. “Where have you been off to? We still have to have our own little celebration for the Slytherin win.” There had been numerous ones already, one with the entirety of the Slytherin house and the other with the team - but Alecto and he usually shared a drink after every win and spent some well-earned alone time with one another. Which was sounding more and more appealing to him, now that he thought about it. He had missed her greatly; and the idea of having not spent most of his time with her lately was leaving a bad feeling in his chest. He used to spend every waking moment with her - their Sixth year had obviously changed a bit though. He wasn’t even exactly sure who she had been involving herself with as of lately, and usually he was already well aware before she even had to tell him.
Swallowing slightly at the idea he pushed the thoughts out of his head, deciding that if they took the time now to spend it with each other, he’d do his best to get them all caught up. He had a lot to tell her and she would more than likely have a lot to tell them, and with the common room empty besides just them two - they didn’t have to worry much about someone busting in on them.
(Source: thewitofacarrow)
It had been awhile since Amycus had felt an adrenaline rush like that. Quidditch certainly hadn’t been the first thing on his mind as of lately, but the game had been a good distraction and being out on the field with his sister Alecto again had given him that bond that they had had all those years before all over again. It was like it all came back to him, and whatever problems that had been settling between the two of them were suddenly gone the moment they had made eye contact with one another. After flashing her a grin, they began and played their hearts out. It was like he knew her every movement and she his, which truth be told, was actually pretty true. They had spent years training with just each other to improve their Beater skills and it all paid off in the end; they were a force to be reckoned with. Of course, the Prewett twins were just as good, but this game was almost just handed to them. There hadn’t been any verbal communication between his sister and himself on that day - just a knowing expression in Alecto’s eyes and that was that. The Dopplebeater Defense move was something that wasn’t uncommon for them, they had done it before, but in this situation Amycus had known that James Potter didn’t have the Quaffle.
It didn’t matter though. He proceeded with the move despite his knowledge and he still couldn’t find the guilt he had expected to feel when he saw James take that fall. Probably because he was perfectly fine. Of course, he knew the shit storm Alecto and he had managed to stir up just by doing that though, but feeling bad for simply playing the game was not something he would allow himself to feel. Now, here he was, sprawled out on the leather couches of the Slytherin Common Room and avoiding the heated glares there were bound to be shot his way had he been walking around freely in the castle that day. It was just like the Gryffindors to act as if they were the bad guys here. As if they had done something completely absurd, which he almost wanted to laugh at. Since when had the Slytherin Quidditch Team ever played any other way? When they played, the played to win and they would do everything they could that wasn’t against the rules to do so. It was his job as Beater to keep the Bludgers away from his team and to aim them instead, at the other team. Which is exactly what he did.
Apparently simply playing his position correctly had now put him back on the shit list.
Lips pressing together some he fiddled with the page of the book he was reading for a moment, eyes set on it but not really taking in the content that was there. Amycus knew that Doe was probably in a tight situation at he moment, and if he was going to be feeling any guilt at all, it would be about that. During the game it had been all Alecto for him. The people in the crowd had faded away and he hadn’t once allowed them to be a distraction. He had momentarily forgotten that Doe was bound to be in the crowd and sadly, he wasn’t sure if he had been aware if he would have still done the move or not. A part of him knew that what he did was a big deal to her, but he felt like he had to put himself on the defense as well. Quidditch was a sport and people got hurt. When the Gryffindor’s walked onto that field, they should have been ready for anything. Not only that, but their own Beaters should have been doing their job too had they wanted to keep their Captain out of harms way. The blame for James Potter ending up in the Hospital Wing was placed over both Alecto and his heads now and that was something he’d deal with once he got the ability to handle it.
For now, though, he’d stay within the company of the Slytherin House - who in turn seemed to appreciate them instead. It felt good to walk around the common rooms without feeling so stressed, as he usually did. With a light sigh he tilted his head back against the arm rest, eyes shutting and after a second he allowed himself to relax. Ignoring his problems wouldn’t get him very far, but luckily he didn’t plan to ignore them for long. Just long enough until he figured out what the best way to go about handling them would be.
