A laugh roared from Amycus. His sister’s words held truth. He would not be instructed by stupid, filthy witches who dared oppose him and Alecto. And so he grabbed one of the children—one of the taller ones who, no more than an hour before, had been beaming underneath his oversized Falcon hat. The other children screamed and began clumping together more, and the boy squirmed mercilessly. 

“H-HELP M-ME,” the screams of the small boy curled and crooned as he writhed within Amycus’ firm gasp. He preferred his prey this way. Weak, insignificant, worthless.

“Don’t you listen?”

He firmly secured both hands onto the boy’s head. He squirmed and fussed, and Amycus’ grip merely pressed harder. And with one swift movement of his wrists—

SNAP.

The boy’s small, quiet body sunk the floor as his Falcon’s cap bounced in front of him, never to be worn again. And a toothy, sinister grin pulled at Amycus Carrow’s lips. 

"Who’s next?”