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rodolphus lestrange 7th year Slytherin "For the record... I do not consider myself an evil person."

[alecto-erinyes]

“Must everyone in this place be so ridiculously dull?”

[lestrangexheir]

“You could always leave.”

[haileybulstrode-deactivated2015]

“Were you addressing me?”

[lestrangexheir]

“Is that a problem?”

[responsibiility]

Divination… Great. Remus’ least favorite class. Worse, he was sitting in on a different class because he’d missed his own while in the Headmaster’s office, being scorned for his fight with Mulciber. So, tea already made, he just swirled the water around his mouth and waited for the rest of the class to arrive so they could read the damn leaves and get on with the lesson.

[lestrangexheir]

Rodolphus saunters into the classroom late, as per usual. After politely, in his very own disdainful and dismissive way, placating the teacher, he stops mid-track before finding his seat. Dark eyes settle on Lupin, characteristically desolate and highly unimpressed. “What is this prepubescence boy doing in my seat?” He asked those around him, a curt hand gestured towards the other boy.

[hot-frank-dangerous]

“Oh. Glad to know that you’re just accidentally bothering me, then,” he looked up at Rodolphus and tried to remain neutral. Slytherins tend to make his blood boil. He hated what they stood for and their snooty personalities. They housed rich, spoiled children of purebloods who swore their loyalty to Voldemort.  “Would you mind not blocking my light, thanks?”

[lestrangexheir]

Eyes narrowed in utmost contempt for the Longbottom boy, who managed to come up with the prospect of Rodolphus doing anything to him that wasn’t any of the Unforgivable Curses. “You are getting bothered by my presence,” he corrected, punctuating the emphasised words with a strong point of the finger. “If you do not like it, you can move.” And the battle of the prides commences...

[thelonefawley]

“You mean it wasn’t just some ruse, so you could talk to me? I’m heartbroken.”

“It takes a lot less muscles to smile, Lestrange. I’d start soon, else you’ll be all wrinkly by the time you’re thirty.”  

[lestrangexheir]

“I do not need ruses to talk to people. If I wanted to, I would. But I don’t.”

“My aesthetics should be the least of your concern.”

[mulciber-damien-blog]

“No company at all?” Amycus pouted, but resorted to a shrug of his shoulders, before taking a stool at the bar. “Fine, you don’t want any company then I shall allow you to be alone tonight, if you change your mind then I’ll be right here” he told him, offering his company if Rod so changed his mind, before he ordered himself a drink.

[lestrangexheir]

Rodolphus responded with a nod. This was a rather long-winded approach to his situation, but it was one suited best for a guy like Amycus Carrow. “Again, I don’t think I’ve made myself very clear...” Rodolphus strolled up to Amycus, catching the bartender’s eyesight and giving him a stern shake of the head to cancel the Carrow male’s order, and he placed a strong hand on his shoulder, grip becoming increasingly firm. “No one can be here tonight.”

[nicmulciber-blog]

“Funny story, I was actually on my way there,” he replied dryly. Not that he wanted to go anyway, Amycus would likely be there and honestly just thinking about the other boy still made him incredibly angry. When Rodolphus held out a pack of cigarettes, he frowned at it in his surprise but took one anyway. “Right, uh, thanks..”

[lestrangexheir]

“Ten points to Mulciber,” Rodolphus replied sardonically. Why Nicolai was so concerned with his attendance was an unknown question of which Rodolphus did not care for. He’d come out with one of the best grades either way. “Quite the sour mood you’re in...” Not that he particularly cared. “Pray tell; children that don’t express themselves are prone to exploding later on..”

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[lestrangexheir]

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[savetoday]

“So, what… you’re against friendly conversation?”

[lestrangexheir]

“Do I look like a man who engages in friendly anything?”

[nicmulciber-blog]

“Don’t patronize me, Lestrange, I’m not in the mood,” he hissed back, rolling his eyes. Not that he was ever in the mood for that. “Don’t you have a class to be in?”

[lestrangexheir]

“Don’t you?” Rodolphus asked, voice low and throaty. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he pulled out his box of Treasurer Blacks, and glanced up towards Nicolai. Rodolphus didn’t usually offer his cigarettes; in fact, the thought never crossed his mind, but even generosity was it’s own form of power. “Cigarette?” He offered.

[poisonwxne-blog]

“Must you be so irritable?”

[lestrangexheir]

“Must you be so irritating?”

[mulciber-damien-blog]

Glancing back over at Rod, Amycus frowned a little, unsure of why he was reacting in such a way. “I was only asking, you look like you could do with a drink” he mumbled, secretly rolling his eyes, before he carried on towards the pub. “Join me if you want, or don’t , it doesn’t bother me either way”

[lestrangexheir]

“I don’t think you quite understand what I’m saying,” Rodolphus intoned, and began sauntering towards the entrance of the pub. Having to adjust to those around him with an unfortunate lack of wit required more energy than necessary. “I am going to The Three Broomsticks, but I do not want any company.” 

[thelonefawley]

“So you helped me help you find this stupid book? Next time you want to find a limited edition, find it yourself” 

“.. That’s practically a pout. If you’re going to try to insult my using your intelligence, at least make your face a little more intimidating”

[lestrangexheir]

“Out of this book and yourself, what do you think is my true centre of interest?” 

“This is just my face, Fawley. Whether you find the composition intimidating or not is no concern of mine.” 

[savetoday]

“If not me, what about my readers?”

[lestrangexheir]

“You know very well there is no difference.”

[poisonwxne-blog]

“No, I do not know where your cat is, no I do not care about it, and no I will not help you look. Stop asking before I punch you in the fucking nose.”

[lestrangexheir]

“Must you be so loud?”

[nicmulciber-blog]

Nic walked through the corridor on his way to potions, still thoroughly irritated by Amycus’s behavior. Some ahed of him was walking too slowly for his liking, and he started to push past them, muttering, “move”, angrily.

[lestrangexheir]

With a cigarette sitting loyally between his lips, Rodolphus watched from the sidelines as an agitated Mulciber pushed a young third or fourth year over, landing right in front of the eldest Lestrange. Luckily, Rodolphus managed to swiftly move his feet out of the way. “Now, now, Mulciber, you really ought to control that temper of yours...” He sneered, stepping over the injured young boy. “What is the matter?” He took a drag of his cigarette before speaking again. “Did The Three Badgers break up?”

[savetoday]

“If you wouldn’t mind… I’d like to ask your opinion on a few things.”

[lestrangexheir]

“What makes you think you are worthy of my opinion?”