Rodolphus Lestrange

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[lordlestrange]

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full name: Rodolphus Cyrille Lestrange

Dob & Age: 33, January 5th

Blood status: pureblood

Wand: Black Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, unyielding

Height: 5'11 ½

Positive traits: Loyal, ambitious, driven, protective

Negative traits: controlling, cruel, apathetic, manipulative

Occupation: Curse breaker

Affiliation: Death Eaters

Patronus: Red squirrel

 Aesthetic: foggy lakes, abandoned hospitals, rain clouds, paw prints in the mud, dusty books

[lvdobagmans]

where: knockturn alley who: @lordlestrange

Curfew had never struck Ludo as much of a deterrent. If anything, it made the streets quieter, the drinks easier to come by, and whatever trouble remained all the more interesting. Knockturn Alley was nearly deserted by the time he caught sight of a familiar figure emerging from the shadows and the wizard slowed just enough to recognize Rodolphus Lestrange before an easy grin found its way onto his face.

“Well,” he called lightly, hands tucked into his pockets as though neither of them had any business being there, “either we’re both spectacularly bad at following Ministry orders, or you’ve found yourself a much more exciting evening than I have.” His head tilted slightly. “Please tell me it’s the second one.”

[lordlestrange]

Rodolphus came to a hard stop, planting his feet so as not to slip on the uneven cracks in the alley's worn cobblestone paths. He hadn't necessarily planned on being interrupted during his after-dark errands, especially not with the new curfew in place. Folks in Knockturn weren't the most social on a good day, and especially not when the man to their right might rat them out for some cheap whiskey and a handful of Knuts.

The tightness in his shoulders and spine loosened into a more relaxed posture as he spotted the extroverted but relatively harmless Ludo. Well, maybe not harmless. Rodolphus wasn't in the business of underestimating someone he might meet on the other side of a duel one day. But he hadn’t spent his whole life studying the darkest arts he could scour up in his father’s library just to be beaten by a Quidditch player.

"I'd say it's a bit of both, my friend." The word friend tasted like ash on his tongue. "Exciting isn't the word I'd use, but some errands you can't run in daylight."

He turned to face the man properly, letting his hand fall away from the holster on his hip. "What sorts of trouble is a fella like you getting up to at this hour?"

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[blltrixlsrnge]

Bella seemed to glide across the room as she moved, perfectly at ease amongst the crowd. Despite how she had rebelled, she was still her parents' daughter, through and through. Perfectly comfortable in spaces like this, working a room, sparkling with the perfect mix of performative disinterest and engaging conversation. That was the real magic of pureblood society, always being the most interesting person in the conversation, without ever seeming like you were trying.

She was part way through a conversation when she caught Rodolphus's eye, some mid-tier pureblood family, not a sacred 28 family, who seemed desperate for her attention. They were halfway through a sentence when she left, not sparing them a second glance. If they wanted to keep her attention, they should have said something more interesting.

"Are you as bored as I am?" She asked, running a hand down Rodolphus's arm as she came to stand next to him. "Who knew a party could feel so much like work."

[lordlestrange]

"Bored? Heavens, no. I am positively thrilled to be rubbing elbows with society’s finest bottom-feeders at this cardboard cutout of a party," he quipped, dripping enough sarcasm to ruin the carpet.

Bellatrix was one of the precious few souls he deemed worthy of his banter. Her razor-sharp tongue and weaponized attitude were, frankly, the only worthwhile entertainment in the room. "Those blokes over there really refused to come up for air, didn't they? I was fully prepared to start counting your centuries together."

"Though, I must admit, the wine is doing some heavy lifting." He swirled his glass, eyeing the way the crystal glass catches the light. "It is the only thing in this room with any actual taste. Beside us of course."

[lordlestrange]

He knew she was right, of course. He really should be putting more of an effort into appearing entertained, even with such dreadful company present. He couldn't begin to comprehend what kind of twisted parasite was responsible for the decision to extend an open invitation to blood traders and Muggle enthusiasts, let alone showcase "artwork" from people as common as Muggles.

He had absolutely zero enthusiasm for any of it. "Well, one can only be so polite to his inferiors," he drawls, his voice a low, steady murmur. He completely dismissed the incoming crowd at the door, bringing his full, heavy attention right back to her. "I don't know what possessed dear old Burke to entertain such filth."

[sabrinaavery]

Sabrina’s gaze drifted briefly toward the entrance, following his attention only after the fact. There was little interest to be found there. Nothing she hadn’t already seen before. “Filth may be overstating it,” she replied mildly, though the faint curve of her lips suggested she wasn’t particularly inclined to defend them. She took a measured sip from her glass before continuing. “Though I will admit, I fail to see the appeal.”

Her eyes swept over the room once more, lingering on the supposedly carefully curated mix of guests. “I imagine it wasn’t meant to be appealing.” The observation came lightly. “The Burkes have never lacked ambition. Opening their doors to half the wizarding world guarantees people will spend weeks talking about tonight.” A small pause. “Whether for the right reasons remains to be seen.”

[lordlestrange]

Rodolphus needlessly adjusts the lapel chain pinned to his suit as she speaks. "If an event like this doesn't get people talking," he remarks, "you can safely bet nothing will."

At least their elves won't be bored tonight, he thinks, letting his mind wander to the dramatic image of them scrubbing the smell of blood-traitors out of the cracks in the floor.

Was that a bit dramatic? Sure. Truthfully, he couldn't care less about the political grand scheme of things right now, he was just agonizingly bored. And really, why bother trying anything to change the situation, when complaining about it was so much more entertaining?

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[hcalingherbs]

Carefully observing she'd stood on the side, a calming presence as she always had been. If not for her job, perhaps one could have assumed Hestia Jones to be a pillar of strength and tranquility. Far from it. Every moment that the witch spent surrounded by people proven or suspected loyal she found herself worrying, yet constantly and continuously pushing that aside in favor of enjoying the rest of the evening. There was more to life, more to this than chaos and hatred.

It came as even more of a surprise when she noticed, drink in hand, Rodolphus Lestrange's gesture, sure for a moment that her eyes must have been playing a trick, a flicker of the light perhaps. Feet carried her, out of habit and perhaps that very old instinctual habit to be polite.

"Is the company truly that bad?" A simple question posed, welcoming him to curse her down the very same time her brows raised in question. Hestia could not help the layer of sarcasm that mixed into her tone, curious as she was even then and there. "You look as though you've spoken to a horde of gnomes in an attempt to entertain them." Once upon a time her family had belonged with the others. Now she could not even imagine the thought. - @lordlestrange

[lordlestrange]

At least gnomes can be handled with a simple Flipendo, Rodolphus thought dryly. Ministry officials, unfortunately, require conversation.

The corner of his mouth twitched with the faintest ghost of a smile. "Gnomes are far more sophisticated than the somw of the crowd tonight, Miss Jones."

He brought his glass down, the dark amber firewhisky swirling smoothly against the crystal. He didn't mind Hestia’s sarcasm at all. In fact, after an hour of dealing with people kissing his robes, her bluntness was a clinical relief. If he had to smile tightly through one more conversation about the poor excuses for art here tonight, he was going to test a new localized curse on the Burke Manor curtains.

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[dashing-diggory]

Gala's were a little too stuffy for Amos' taste. But he would rather be here than not. It would be counted as an important event. So show up he did. As much as he hated to agree with his parents, having a Ministry role was important to get into all the right events. He wasn't sure he'd get an invite to this otherwise. Though today it did seem like fairly open invite. He wouldn't how much of that was to try show a united front in the face of all the division happening in the Wizarding World.

Amos has heard rumours about the opinions of some pureblood families. Things that went beyond them just thinking they were superior. Unfortunately for Amos, the rumours never specified which families. Just vague unhelpful clues that he could never unravel. Amos spotted Rodulphus in the corner. He was calmer than Bellatrix that was for sure and right now looked like he' rather be anywhere else.

"It's a little early to be hiding out already no?" Amos mused as he moved to stand next the man. With his bright outfit and Rodolphus' dark one, they could look any more of an odd pair.

@lordlestrange

[lordlestrange]

He didn't blink as Amos approached, tracking the bright outfit against the dim corner with quiet patience. "I am not hiding," Rodolphus replied, his steady murmur easily carrying over the music as he took a slow sip of firewhisky. "I am simply practicing patience. The evening is moving quite slowly, isn't it?"

He turned his gaze back to the main floor, mapping the crowd with calm, calculating precision. "Burke certainly opened the doors wide tonight. I suppose the Ministry is keen on displaying a united front, even if it makes for a crowded room." His dark eyes cut back to Amos, his tone entirely conversational. "How are things treating you within the Department, Diggory? I imagine they have you quite busy."

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[sabrinaavery]

Sabrina had long since mastered the art of appearing interested while listening to very little of what was being said around her and the gala was proving to be precisely the place to put it in practice once more.

Catching Rodolphus's glance from across the room, she lifted her own glass in acknowledgment before making her way over. His expression alone was enough to earn the faintest curve of amusement at the corner of her lips. "That doesn't look particularly convincing," she remarked as she came to a stop beside him, her gaze briefly sweeping over the crowd. "If you're trying to appear as though you're enjoying yourself, I mean."

A beat passed before she added, lightly, "Though perhaps I'm being unfair. It has been a very demanding evening of hearing people repeat themselves."

[lordlestrange]

He knew she was right, of course. He really should be putting more of an effort into appearing entertained, even with such dreadful company present. He couldn't begin to comprehend what kind of twisted parasite was responsible for the decision to extend an open invitation to blood traders and Muggle enthusiasts, let alone showcase "artwork" from people as common as Muggles.

He had absolutely zero enthusiasm for any of it. "Well, one can only be so polite to his inferiors," he drawls, his voice a low, steady murmur. He completely dismissed the incoming crowd at the door, bringing his full, heavy attention right back to her. "I don't know what possessed dear old Burke to entertain such filth."

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[anyafawleyburke]

Anya's smile felt frozen on her face as she listened some Wizengamot member blather on about what a good man her husband had been. Thoros had been many things - Sly, cunning, ambitious, but she would never venture to refer to him as 'a good man'. But she couldn't well say that out loud, and especially not to someone who her late husband had clearly been bribing for their good opinion.

She extricated herself from the conversation with as much grace as possible and made her way to the closest friendly face she saw as Rodolphus raised his glass to her. She returned the gesture with her own flute of champagne before approaching him and standing next to him to survey the crowd. "Rodolphus," she greeted. "You look like you're enjoying yourself." Her tone was teasing to hide how desperately she wanted tonight to go well.

[lordlestrange]

"Anya, You've gathered quite the crowd." he remarked. It was the truth; every time he managed to politely acknowledge one Ministry official or socialite, three more seemed to drift through the door the moment his back was turned. He allowed himself a fleeting moment of hope that the room might actually settle down soon so they could finally get to the interesting part of the evening, though he already knew better.

"My deepest condolences for your loss. I'm sure it must be a difficult time," he added, his voice dropping into a smooth, practiced tone of sympathy that cost him absolutely nothing to give.

He let the door fade into background noise, focusing completely on her instead.

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[cissaxmalfcy]

Nearly the same expression that she had found on the face of her husband, was the one that she was finding on the face of her brother-in-law. When the roll of his eyes caught her sight, Narcissa made her way over to the man standing there with his glass in hand.

"Do I want to know how many glasses of that you have already had to be able to get through this night?" Narcissa asked the man, taking a sip of her own wine as well. "I think Lucius and you would be able to have a really great conversation about this event. I think he would love to spew about it with someone."

[lordlestrange]

Rodolphus offered a small, welcoming tilt of his glass as Narcissa walked over, the sharp tension in his jaw loosening only a fraction at the sight of familiar company.

"Not nearly enough," he muttered, taking a proper drink of the firewhisky. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, looking out at the crowd with a tired, exasperated smirk. "If Lucius is looking for someone to complain with, do send him my way."

He lowered his voice, his tone completely casual as he looked past her shoulder. "Speaking of which...have you spotted Burke around yet? I've heard she's finally making a reappearance tonight."

[lordlestrange]

Outfit musings

[lordlestrange]

The heavy, dark magic humming through Burke Manor felt like a second skin as Rodolphus drifted through the crowd with a glass of firewhisky, looking entirely in his element. He was born for rooms like this, surrounded by old money and pureblood names.

But honestly, it was an absolute chore to be here tonight. His jaw was tight as he forced himself to make the rounds, offering just enough polite nods and quick hellos to keep up appearances. Listening to the same old political gossip from the sycophants around him was exhausting.

He finally managed to untangle himself from a particularly tedious conversation about Ministry politics. Stepping into a quieter pocket of the room, he caught the eye of a familiar face standing nearby. With a weary, knowing roll of his eyes toward the crowd, he raised his glass slightly in their direction a clear, bid for some normal company to help pass the time.

[lordlestrange]

Who: open Where: Borgin & Burkes

The air inside Borgin and Burkes tasted faintly of dirt and copper, an entirely unsurprising combination in his eyes.

Rodolphus stood near the back of the shop, his eyes roaming over the curated selection of dark artifacts on display. He was not exactly looking for something specific today. Instead, he had decided it might be interesting to simply browse the darker shops that Knockturn Alley had to offer. Who knew, maybe he would come back with an interesting artifact for Lestrange Manor.

A floorboard creaked near the entrance.

Rodolphus didn't turn around. He simply watched the reflection in a tarnished mirror on the shelf in front of him, waiting with a detached patience to see who else had stepped out of the bright May sun and into the shop.

[amissavis]

Every now and then, when an overflow of objects came through Emmeline would venture to Borgin & Burkes to sell off some of the items, some more fun, some less. In most cases simply those that had been left at her store without request to take care of the dark magic within in. Those seemed to find a lovely home in this shop.

It would have taken someone entirely dense not to notice there were eyes that seemed to trail. Or perhaps a sixth sense of another kind, that of those who preferred the shadows so much more over plain sight. "Rodolphus Lestrange. Browsing, are you?" Polite tone yet a clear acceptance of the other's standing. - @lordlestrange

[lordlestrange]

Rodolphus turned slowly from a nearby display case, raising a single, well-defined brow in acknowledgment. The stiff, defensive line of his shoulders eased just a fraction, his posture shifting into something cool and familiar. A faint, polite smile touched his lips. "Emmeline," he said, keeping his hands loosely behind his back. "Merely appreciating the local curation. I might ask the same of you, though it seems your visits are always so... transactional."

"You look like you are in a rush," he murmured, his voice dropping slightly. "Surely whatever you are looking for can wait a moment?" It was a quiet invitation to linger, and they both knew it. She had only just crossed the threshold, her hands empty and her shopping unbegun. He didn't actually think she was running late; it was just a smooth pivot to keep her talking.

[lordlestrange]

Who: open Where: Borgin & Burkes

The air inside Borgin and Burkes tasted faintly of dirt and copper, an entirely unsurprising combination in his eyes.

Rodolphus stood near the back of the shop, his eyes roaming over the curated selection of dark artifacts on display. He was not exactly looking for something specific today. Instead, he had decided it might be interesting to simply browse the darker shops that Knockturn Alley had to offer. Who knew, maybe he would come back with an interesting artifact for Lestrange Manor.

A floorboard creaked near the entrance.

Rodolphus didn't turn around. He simply watched the reflection in a tarnished mirror on the shelf in front of him, waiting with a detached patience to see who else had stepped out of the bright May sun and into the shop.

[misscarrow]

Alecto walked into the store, she needed to pick up an order she placed a couple of days ago, some manuscripts that needed to be translated. She had been having a couple of hard days, so she was tired and slightly irritated.

There weren't too many people inside. She walked straight to the empty counter and placed a piece of parchment on the table. "There's an order for Carrow" she said softly and the man disappeared back into the storage to pick it up. Alecto sighed and looked around until she recognized a familiar face.

"Hello, Rod" she said with a soft smile.

[lordlestrange]

"Alecto," he greets with a slight incline of his head. One hand hovers in the air, slowly tracing the contours of a potentially cursed artifact that looks older than his grandparents, while the other rests casually on his hip.

He steps closer, the faint scent of old paper and expensive cologne following him. "Picking up anything of... interest?" he questions, his dark green eyes dropping to linger on the piece of parchment she just set down on the counter.

[lordlestrange]

Who: open Where: Borgin & Burkes

The air inside Borgin and Burkes tasted faintly of dirt and copper, an entirely unsurprising combination in his eyes.

Rodolphus stood near the back of the shop, his eyes roaming over the curated selection of dark artifacts on display. He was not exactly looking for something specific today. Instead, he had decided it might be interesting to simply browse the darker shops that Knockturn Alley had to offer. Who knew, maybe he would come back with an interesting artifact for Lestrange Manor.

A floorboard creaked near the entrance.

Rodolphus didn't turn around. He simply watched the reflection in a tarnished mirror on the shelf in front of him, waiting with a detached patience to see who else had stepped out of the bright May sun and into the shop.