Rodolphus Lestrange

Graduated Slytherin, my allegiance is to my blood and the purification of it, try not to get on my bad side.

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Abode to a Black Knight and Fallen Angel|| Rod and Bella

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The taunting of the dark man drew her interest vaguely and the fire of Black blood burned through the slender being as she looked up from her disinterested state caught in thought to retort to his entrance. “I would say the same for you, almost peaceful,” the jibe was light in heart and an actual smirk curved on those malicious lips. She knew that when it came to those she could tolerate Lestrange was one of the few not entirely pathetic merely irritating from time to time. They were both of houses that demanded their purity and courage for the coming war and she was certain he would take up wand as well when the time came not that she would remark upon any of these things. She would allowed herself to remain with no concern when it came to the life of Rodolphus.  Devilish souls they had been compared many times yet she chose to ignore it with that absence  of a heart and eyes of dark allure. She was strictly a woman of solo potential content in her torture and venture of the dark arts. She would snap at him and ask him what he wanted but it would not keep to her flame of wit and would allow him to think that he affected her in any way besides mild tolerance for his presence, she could not have that. Bellatrix Black would forever be the ice queen with a soul of flame.  

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Rodolphus let loose a small laugh, shaking his head in amusement. That was Bellatrix Black, cold and dark and the perfect Slytherin. It was rumored around the schools that hell itself was Bellatrix's mother, her demeanor as cruel as the fires of the underworld itself. Rod knew the truth, she was just Bellatrix. "Ah, have I missed your sarcasm. So where have you been? Off planning the demise of the entire wizarding world?" he turned his head, smirking right back at her.

Rodolphus was interested in Bellatrix for two reasons. She wasn't like the rest of the students at Hogwarts. She knew who she was and the power she was capable of. Her magic was strong and so was she. Just as Rod liked.

Secondly, Bellatrix was beautiful. Dark and icy as a winter evening, her pale face and black hair made her stand out more than any long legged blonde in Hufflepuff. They were similar in so many ways, including their looks. All the witches claim Rodolphus to be darkly handsome with a sinister attitude, much like his darling Bella. But no, she was worse. Rod at least smiled, it was rare to see her lips even curved at all, much like they were now. Interesting.

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Abode to a Black Knight and Fallen Angel|| Rod and Bella

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The night had taken her the soul of loveliness and impurity the chaos within creating a turmoil none could subside. She was not one to forgive the holder of dark eyes and a ready wand. She knew her place and in the future it would be that of power, that of death. She offered mere torture and cruel smirk, there was no fool there was no redemption for the lady of the devil but someone had to be eager to reclaim the world before the. Through the silence she could hear the shuffle of another daring to interrupt the thoughts of an angel no matter how fallen as she basked in the glow of the fire the shadows wrapping around her like a sheet, she was laying in the bed of her decision the will to join something more than her own pureblood supremacy. Her mother would call her a foolish girl drawn to the notions of the soldier, her father would be grim but accepting in silent pride that no words would need to be issued between the two. In this she could alter the path that her sister and cousin had taken show the truth of the Black name restore the honour that had fallen upon them.

High cheekbones and lined jaw she turned her head to look to her joiner, the hot mess of Rodolphus Lestrange, she could not deny the allure of his soul the swiftness of his wand. She knew her skills were beyond that of what he possessed but when it came to the house of emerald he represented it well. Not that her own stubborn ways would allow herself to make the distinction to his face. The go emanating off the man was enough bestowing upon him any more praise might cause it to swell beyond comprehension. So she merely transfixed him with her icy stare noting the chiseled features and the gruffness ragged with sleep and tiresome dreaming. “Lestrange,” she retorted nonchalantly showing him no real acceptance of his presence other than a look that might signify his intrusion.

There was nothing more to say than this greeting for a woman like Bellatrix it was enough even for those of her equal stature she did not waste her tongue on petty gossip or to determine how one was feeling, it all seemed so meaningless when the Dark Arts were in the whisper in the flame beckoning to her to unlock their secrets. Forbidden, she could scoff at the ideals of the Gryffindor turned Headmaster he liked the way his students plundered through with the rabidly contagious nature of stupidity. She could note it in the eyes of the houses curiosity merely rising in a few bathing them in the contentment of something more, with a grandeur like none other. ||Your post was absolutely amazing! Also, no worries about late replies I understand business and trying to get paras done J. 

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Her response was cold to him, as cold as the night. Rodolphus was not one for petty conversations and feelings, just as he knew Bellatrix  to be the same. He was also not as serious or icy as his fellow pureblooded housemate. "Haven't seen you around, it's been quite nice lately," he teased, turning and looking at her sideways with a smirk overtaking his features.

He could see the cogs and whirs in her brain moving at rapid speed, as they usually did. He loved to see the thoughts move across her face when she thought no one was watching. That was the most emotion, besides a rare hexing night or a torture session, he would ever see on her pale and sharp features. His interest in her was strictly sporting, though, not wanting anything more than a partner in crime from the eldest Black sister.Their wand talents together, he could just imagine the fun it would be. Nobody would be safe from their combined power. He shuddered with pure excitement just imagining it.

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Abode to a Black Knight and Fallen Angel|| Rod and Bella

The world had stop beholding the bitterness of eternity the flames lurked beyond the walls hidden only to the naïve.  They called it protection and yet it was hindering from the truth of reality the society that they would rise to and soon be a part of when the months ended and students flocked to summer homes. It was the mere observation of a teenage woman alight with the passion of war and the intellect of her superiors. Raging, she knew that they told them ‘do this’, ‘learn that’ but the music of serenity was gone the peace that the fool of a headmaster sought to bring them was nothing here in the morning light when she knew that progress was on the doorstep and the ideals of purity were dawning before them. Change was on the brink and for the unworthy fear would catch in their throats and they would be deemed as merely pathetic for there was no worth in weakness. The window blocking a soul from purpose a dejected sigh escaped lovely lips.

A creature of beauty was Bellatrix Black born into royalty into everything she should want to be and more the woman was something to behold. It was if a fallen angel had stepped into the room with locks of ebony and eyes of evening, they looked to the slender form bordering on being too thin but still holding some resemblance of curve with awe, her strong jaw and full lips never wavering. If the mere looks of such a woman did not deem her as notable then surely her tongue and the fire of her very essence would. She was no mere girl, no one would truly care for some unremarkable child bearing fool, she would not be the saddest sight merely to be given to marriage as her mother so wished she would be something she would uphold the name bestowed upon her. Warrior, it breathed through her without hesitance for it had been the marker of her life and the very concept of what she stood for. The old ways were passing away and here in the brink of progress she yearned to be more than a mere Black to be given to someone of suitable status, a heart that felt nothing but cruelty could be put to use in the fields of blood forever divine in the art of agony.  The common room fireplace crackled with discontent as the mistress of emerald observed, leaning back careless in the comfort of plush leather eyeing the warmth and passion, and pondering her own future. 

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Rodolphus Lestrange. A name feared by most in the school. He was of the purest blood, one of the few remaining truly pure families. He thrived on knowing his status was above most others. And with the rumors from outside the school about a pureblood uprising, his pride was even more swelled. Already he knew what side he would choose and that he would gladly take to a fight if needs be. There would be no going back or regret when he did finally take in ranks of an army, a powerful pureblood army. Just the mere idea had his blood racing and his hand twitching to hex something, to kill something. Any of those beings calling themselves magical, those mudbloods who were undeserving of their power. It made him sick, seeing these freaks of nature wandering the halls beside him, obliviously happy to be here. The rare moments he had of cornering one of them alone were his favorite, being able to hex them and curse them into unconsciousness and altering their memory so they had no clue. Nor did he ever get in trouble or caught for his little games. And he loved playing them so. On mudbloods, halflings, blood traitors, hell anyone he could find. He was honing his skills up for the war and Merlin be damned if he didn't come out on top. Just how he liked it.

A sleepless night had him turning in bed, sighing and rolling over constantly. His mind was wide awake, due to who knew what. He hated these nights. They never ended in a proper amount of sleep. Another turn and he was reluctantly standing, rising from his bed and moving out of the room, rubbing an eye with the palm of his hand as he shuffled down the stairs to the common room. The sight of another person, a familiar female one at that, had him pausing, his sleepy brain trying to comprehend the situation. Approaching the chair, he noticed who it was.

Ah, Bellatrix Black. She was something else. Equal to him in smarts, power, and possessor of a soul as dark as his, possibly even darker. He had noticed her over the years, her icy glares so familiar and welcome to Rodolphus. She was beautiful and talented, her hair as black as her heart, he always joked. She was also cold and serious and different than her sisters, or any other girl in this entire school. Rod was already positive on Bellatrix's stance towards the upcoming war. There was no doubt she would be alongside him, gleefully killing anything unworthy of living in their world. And that image made him smile a bit on the inside.

Silently, he slipped next to her, sitting on a long couch, stretching his legs on the table in front of him. "Bellatrix," he greeted her almost kindly, his voice gravelly and rough with sleep.