Antonin could see the joy—fuck, he didn’t even know Rod could smile, as though some sickened sense brought upon his own, mimicking. Only those who wanted it bad enough cared to illicit such a feeling. That they wanted to be known as the best, the top. “There’s only few I would trust within the circle. He’s looking for those to lead the future.” At the quip to Rod’s father, he shrugged. “Well then, you’ll be sure to be the first to spit in his face and tell him that. Or kill him, if you’re so intent on proving yourself. That’s what I did with mine.” At some point, they would have to spill valued blood, of those who did not adhere to their world, their ways. His parents was a valued sacrifice. All for the bigger picture.
Something in him snapped, like it was Christmas at the thought. Murder of those unworthy was the most pleasurable thing he could think of. The drowning of screams found in his smile. “Do tell me a name, I’ll be sure to find them in your way more than once. You can practice some of our more favourable spells on them.” The killing curse. It might’ve been the most beautiful spell that Antonin could think of. The big finale after an endless parade of torture, of course. That he would never miss out on. “Not that you need my help—but if you’re interested in a helping hand, I’ll always be there to offer.”
The quip to Dumbledore made a bark-like laugh fall from his lips, but he said nothing more to it. Dumbledore was never worth the conversation, less they be discussing his impending death, all within their group wanted. Even the talk of children—surely when Bella was done, he’d only swoop in on the prospect to stop her from daring to be with someone else. “You will, who else would you have children for besides to carry on the line and me?” He chided the boy with a grin. “Really?” That toothy grin was there, but he didn’t press. “Sounds like she’s much more like Bellatrix than even I assumed. Druella’s only brave enough to open her mouth when Cygnus isn’t within earshot, I assumed she’d be more like her drab mother.”
A bored expression was there for a moment, as his gaze narrowed in on the boy. “If you want the girl to fuck you, corner her into doing it, that’s what I would do. Most women are too stupid to say no, too shy to offend, too worried someone might find out. Play that to your advantage. Just because she’s to be your wife doesn’t mean you can’t tap into her head.” He chuckled at the idea. “Imperio might be another option if she chooses to be so against opening up, create the base to make her want to talk to you. Eventually she’d be so confused to her actions, all you’d need to do is fill her head with things, and then… things fall naturally from there.” He then sat forward. “And if you want to regard her as anything like her sister… then she, like her sister, would like it rough. Take that as you will. Just make a good breeding machine out of the girl, there are too many blood traitors in our world.”
There is this sort of hungry feeling that pushes through his body at the mention of killing his father. While there was no other way of looking at it, Lucien Lestrange has chosen Rodolphus to be the favorited child, purely due to the fact that he was born first, but the favoritism stopped there. While the lessons have been informative over the years, Rod took what he wanted from them and it would have been better if the punishments over tiny, insignificant things weren’t so severe. But to elicit that pain on his father, years and years of pain, inflicted in such a way that would cause death -- it sounded too sweet. Especially if it would all be done for the Dark Lord, for the cause, for Rod’s advancement. “If it pleases the Dark Lord, I would kill my father where he stood.” And the statement held no lies, his heartbeat and facial expressions steady as he spoke. He’d kill his mother too but that wouldn’t be something to make Rod prove his loyalty, that would be better suited for his younger brother.
As Antonin offered his help with Rodolphus’ little problem, he thought about it carefully. It would be a beyond foolish move of him to turn down the offer, given Antonin strikes him as someone who doesn’t give out too many offers to help. It would also be foolish not to seek the help of someone older, wiser, and clearly clever enough to fool the Aurors into thinking that he’s on their side. It felt like a clear decision for Rod. “Dirk Cresswell,” was the first name out of his mouth and so far the only name. Everyone else who bothers him will eventually get what’s coming to them, Dirk just happens to be one that Rod fears might fall through the cracks. Unnoticeable by most but so incredibly bothersome for him. “He’s got a tongue on him for a mudblood and I’d love to curb it.”
Despite the conversation going well, Rod had his reserves about the older man. Yes, Antonin is one person that befriending would benefit Rod greatly, he can see that clearly. Antonin is close with the Dark Lord, arguably closer than Lucien could ever be and Rod sees value in that. He sees value in being on Antonin’s good side, so he chose his words carefully and chose when to speak. He only nodded and smiled, ever so slightly, at the continuation of one of his children being for Antonin. And again when he mentioned his in-laws, knowing better than to speak ill of them when anyone could overhear. If Andromeda felt the same amount of love for her sisters as her parents, it wouldn’t be wise of him to say something that might upset her. Which is a feeling that felt strange and unlike him, wanting to put someone else’s needs before him but that’s the whole mystery behind his growing affections for Andromeda.
Saying something that would show this to Antonin already felt like a bad idea, so he stayed quiet until he had something concrete to say. When the older Slytherin mentioned cornering her to get what he wanted, Rod’s mind began to turn, having already had these thoughts before himself. Especially when the Imperius curse is brought up, it would be just too easy and a part of him wanted something easier. This whole fighting for things to go his way was growing quite tiresome. If only he were a skilled Legilimens, to tap into that confusing mind belonging to his betrothed, figure out what she was thinking and feeling. To know how to influence her to do what he wanted from her. None of this fighting just to receive the smallest pieces of affection. “I must say, you make excellent points. I’ll just have to push a little harder to get what I want and eventually she’ll figure out the right thing to do.” He chuckled, shaking his head as Antonin mentioned too many blood traitors. His mind always goes to too many people just in this school alone, one being someone who was once part of his betrothed’s family. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. It’s my plan. We need fewer blood traitors in the world and I believe that the Black family does deserve some restoration after their incident.”
