au_muses feb: Desperate
Potter was desperate and this pleased Amy's master. Not that he wasn't irritated that the journal changed hands, but Amycus figured they could use it to their advantage. "Don't worry my Lord, I can twist this to our favor."
The boyfriend had the journal now, and with a bit of coaxing he too would be putting in the Dark Lord's hands. He was so worried about Potter that he would be an easy mark. Amycus had studied the three of them together at their last Hogsmeade weekend. Honestly, he'd hoped for the girl at first because boys are so heroic when it comes to their girlfriends. But the boy would be a bit more of a challenge. Unless he proved to break easier than the average girl.
Of course Amycus didn't make assumptions about a person's strength. You could never tell how strong a person was until you put them through the paces. It would be easier to grab a kid than to grab Black, but any of them would be enough to drive Potter out of the castle desperate to save them.
He imagined the pretty sounds he could coax out of Diggory. The various shades of red, blue, black and purple he could paint across his pale skin. Amycus so did love his work.
The boyfriend had the journal now, and with a bit of coaxing he too would be putting in the Dark Lord's hands. He was so worried about Potter that he would be an easy mark. Amycus had studied the three of them together at their last Hogsmeade weekend. Honestly, he'd hoped for the girl at first because boys are so heroic when it comes to their girlfriends. But the boy would be a bit more of a challenge. Unless he proved to break easier than the average girl.
Of course Amycus didn't make assumptions about a person's strength. You could never tell how strong a person was until you put them through the paces. It would be easier to grab a kid than to grab Black, but any of them would be enough to drive Potter out of the castle desperate to save them.
He imagined the pretty sounds he could coax out of Diggory. The various shades of red, blue, black and purple he could paint across his pale skin. Amycus so did love his work.