rodlestrangee :
“Bell-uhhhhh my brother s’not a loser. Come on. Rab’s can’t be a loser if you’re a Lestrange-,” he slurred as he ran a hand through his hair. “The Narcissa of our children will probably be some wizard savior and deliver us all from evil. Good fuckin’ job. Our kid the wizard savior. We didn’t raise her this way.” he grinned, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he did so. “Kids- ammirite? Gonna have the power of their mother and the wits of their aunt and the coolest uncle-,” and a drunk strategist of a father. Perfect. “Nothing to disclose today Bella. Unless you need something but I’m still not going to give you an honest answer.”
“He’s your brother, you have to say shit like that. Why not? You’re a loser” she said stifling a laugh. “We have that with the Narcissa we have now. We didn’t but great people are born to do great things. She’ll have an empire in her own right” This conversation was far too easy for someone like Bella to had made it perfectly clear that she hated children and everything that came with them. But here she was, three hypothetical kids later with Rodolphus and arguing about what schools they will be attending. “Absolute horrors” she nodded in agreement with a minuscule smile. Bellatrix rolled her eyes at his persistence of saying Rabastan was going to be the cool uncle, because the idea alone was hilarious. “Well it seems drunk Rodolphus is just as secretive as sober Rodolphus, how amusing...dare say almost impressive. Almost.”
