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❝Listen, your mouth is moving, but I’m not hearing anything right now. Unless you’re planning on lending a hand with this schedule, leave. I can’t put half of these people together for rounds, without someone coming back hexed.❞
“don’t you have someone you could DELEGATE that too? black sisters were meant for more than scheduling and paper work, don’t you think?”
alecto liked to pretend she wasn’t cold-hearted. she liked to pretend she hadn’t grown up in a household that was devoid of love, which meant she was. no, alecto faked a smile and pretended to be neutral in the world, in the war, in everything. yet, she was far from neutral.
her footsteps were close, quiet, almost like a mouse. a smirk danced on her lips as her hand flung her wand around in a circle. she was looking for fun, for games. the sight of a person nearing her made the smirk on her lips blossom into a wicked smile.
“ hello, darling. “ words laced with venom.
“darling, hm?” rodolphus’ eyebrows raised, but he wasn’t FROWNING in her direction. it was no secret that his eyes wandered, and alecto was a captivating specimen. the pretense that she carried around he saw right through, and he usually LIKED what he saw. “save your venom for the masses, alecto.” his smile spread, arms crossing loosely over his chest. “unless of course, to you, it’s some kind of... foreplay.” he smirked. “which would be... interesting, to say the least.”
“If you’re planning on sitting there, could you at least try to breathe through your nose rather than your mouth?”
“i’d watch your tongue, rosier, if you want it to REMAIN in your head.”
“lovely. weddings are always lovely things.” chris gave a small, forced smile. he was a bit annoyed with the other, but had honestly dealt with worse that the arrogant brat of a dead death eater. like the boy’s father. chris saw no need to mention his involvement in that night, lest he invoke wrath. “she’s marrying your brother then? or are you marrying her sister?”
“sure.” rodolphus commented, disinterest tinging his tone. wedding planning wasn’t his specialty -- he was more than happy to leave that to the women. he had better things to do. “her sister. bellatrix.” his lips twitched upwards into a smirk. “i’m sure you’ve met her. she’s... quite the spirit.” bat-shit crazy was more like it, but he LIKED that about her.
lashes flutter with subtle wickedness. there was something so grand about power and minx was extremely eager to get a lick of it. to stand by HIM. “it’ll be glorious, won’t it?” she murmured, sliding her hand down the length of his arm. “all this talk will make me quite flustered and i have class soon.”
“you know,” he started, hands sliding up to rest against her hips as he continued, “you’re looking rather FEVERISH.” his eyes gleamed. “i think it might be in your best interest to rest, rather than go to class. and i, your ever doting betrothed, would be doing you a DISSERVICE if i abandoned you in your time of need.” his smile stretched wide, dangerous and wicked as he shrugged his shoulders. “it’s only right.”
“ well, I am asking YOU since we do not have any mirror that could tell their opinions around - are you going to keep avoiding answering or?”
“it looks fine.” he replied after a moment, eyes rolling at the LUDICROUS question and situation he’d found himself in. “next time you want an opinion on your hair,” he sneered, “why don’t you ask one of your little girl friends? i’m sure they’re more suited to such frivolous questions.”
“Or it’s a sign of incredible strength, showing you have no fear of being vulnerable.” Maya was not at all deterred from her views, holding strong in her belief. “Don’t pass your insecurities onto the younger students. They deserve better.”
“the little mudbloods are lucky to even be here.” rodolphus grit out through clenched teeth, eyes flashing dangerously in maya’s direction. “they don’t DESERVE anything.”
“Is there something I could do for you? Or do you just simply want to keep staring – I mean, sure that could be considered normal behaviour if you want to be categorized as a creep” she muttered, barely looking up from her book.
“you’re BLOCKING access to the restricted section.” rodolphus commented darkly, eyes flashing at her AUDACITY. “i expected you would take the hint and MOVE without me having to explain myself, but unfortunately not EVERYONE is bright enough to pick up on such things.” he sighed, waving a hand to suggest she move out of his way -- before he got truly annoyed.
“Well, what else could it be great for Rodolphus?” Charity teased, finishing off her pastie with a satisfied smile. “The castle doesn’t always serve the best dessert in the world every day. You’ve gotta CHERISH it.”Eats as many pasties as you can. Do you, uh, want one? I hear the Slytherin table ran out.”
“pick up an issue of the prophet.” he commented idly, reaching past her and stealing a pastie out of the hand of an unsuspecting first year. when the student opened his mouth to question him, he froze upon seeing who it was and PROMPTLY averted his eyes. as he should, rodolphus thought to himself, slimy little mudblood. “food just isn’t as satisfying as watching people get EXACTLY what they deserve.”
alice quickly noticed the wand at rodolphus side, a clear sign that she should walk away. but alice being well alice wasn’t about to turn her back on someone she didn’t trust and running AWAY? disgraceful. reaching into her robes she too held her wand at her side, gripping it tightly her usually warm doe eyes flashing dangerously in the slytherin’s direction. “ you are not as INTIMIDATING as you like to give yourself credit for lestrange. “ that in itself was a lie, he’d always frightened her but she had decided a long time ago that she wouldn’t let such a feeling stop her. stupidly brave, that was who she was. “ however i do suppose that you’re MENTALLY handicapped… considering that a simple action spurs so much trouble for you. Didn’t realize you were this SENSITIVE, i’ll try and watch what i say around you next time. “ she sarcastically replied before chuckling softly, still her eyes were fixed on him, every nerve standing on end as she waited for the first sign of an actual fight. she wouldn’t draw a wand on another student, no matter how vile… but if he did it first she’d DEFEND herself no question about that.
he barked out a laugh when she withdrew her wand -- what, was she going to FIGHT him? right there in the hallway? while he was impressed by her audacity, it wouldn’t do her much good. if he felt so inclined, she’d be DEAD before she dared raise her wand in his direction. his father had instilled a sense of urgency in his duelling practice when they sparred, where instincts got you by { often by the skin of your teeth } and kept you from being reduced to ask on the dungeon floor. no, alice fortescue wouldn’t make a fool of him, but he was all too aware of their surroundings. a grounded hallway, unfortunately, was not the place to show the little blood traitor what happened to those who CONSORTED with those who were impure. “is that so?” he asked, another step forward taken as he raised his eyebrows. “such STRONG words, with a hint of bravado, but i DOUBT you’d hold up under any REAL threat i bestowed upon you.” his grin widened. “you might be safe for now, protected by dumbledore and his band of blood traitors, but there will come a time when you’re left defenceless, completely at my will, and i can assure you... there will be no mercy.” he brought his free hand up to curve along her cheek, grabbing her chin to force her eyes to meet his. “you’d do best to remember that.” with a laugh he let go, taking a few steps back to allow a safe distance between them. just in case she decided to play it STUPID and let out a scream.
“i know – however. it’s much easier on my conscience to know you made it back to your dorm safely. hand you off to the prefect on duty when i see them.” chris shrugged, “you understand, surely.”
“well we wouldn’t want your conscience to suffer, now would we?” rodolphus bit back, eyes rolling of their own accord -- obscured by the darkness of the dimly lit corridor. though he wouldn’t be surprised if christian could detect his annoyance. subtelty was not his forté. “i’m sure andromeda is around. you know, our head girl; soon to be my dear sister-in-law.”
MOODBOARD 001 → RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE
“Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
❛ he woke in a bathub of b l o o d that wasn’t his ❜
swallowing awkwardly the gryffindor attempted to keep her posture from shrinking feeling small had never been something alice was particularly fond of. “ allow me to offer up another thought: MOVE. “ she firmly shot back, folding her arm across her chest as if to let him know that she wasn’t changing her position on the subject. stupid thing to pick a fight over she was well AWARE of it, but it was just as ridiculous for him to refuse to move so in reality it was HIS own fault that she was still standing in his presence. “ it’s not all that difficult here i’ll even show you. “ taking a small step aside alice sarcastically gestured forward silently asking that he let her through once again.
rodolphus simply watched her as he she moved, his gaze never flickering away from the look of disinterest that was settled onto it. sure, it would have been easier to move, but her stature suggested that she wasn’t all that COMFORTABLE in his presence and he relished in it. instead he took a step closer, eyes flashing, as he produced his wand from his pocket and let it remain by his side -- in view, but not in use. A VEILED THREAT. “and if i don’t? what are YOU,” his face shifted, sneering in her direction, “going to do about it?”
“aren’t you, now?” chris’ words were nothing if not amused. he led the way, walking beside him rather than in front, clearly distrustful of the other. it was safer to be distrustful. he didn’t like turning his back to possible threats. or anyone in general, to be fair.
rodolphus wasn’t overly surprised to see the auror match stride with him -- it was probably in his best interest, given that his hand still hadn’t moved away from his wand. while he was keeping to his best behavior { for the moment } there was no telling if the TEMPTATION could have proved to be too much should his back have been turned. “you know, i am a seventh year,” he pointed out about halfway there, amusement tinging his tone, “i have made my way back to the common room more than once. this... ESCORT of yours is hardly necessary.”
“ NO, my hair is not going to be pink forever. being blonde is way better.” Marlene took the liberty in talking way before the other could. “ and while it might have been just a mistaken potion I made and took…I think it quiet of suits me, doesn’t it??”
“i could care less about your hair, to the point where i have NO OPINION as to how it looks.” rodolphus commented dryly. “i suggest you consult a MIRROR if you’re curious.”
+ | ; “You know it’s the greatest time of year when there are PUMPKIN pasties on the table at breakfast,” Charity said, grinning as she stuck her extra one in her mouth.
“i’d agree that it’s great, but NOT because of the pasties.” just that morning he’d read in the prophet about another muggle village torched, and three blood traitor families wiped out -- as far as HE was concerned, it was a banner day.
