PRETTY & POWERFUL

rosalind lestrange. dependent muse for antemortemhqs.

[oflestrcnges]

diggory , a . 

Amos was for the most part, a pretty chill guy but he had been pushed the limit at work.  Sometimes he really resented being left in charge of his department’s budget, because all it really meant was that his higher ups couldn’t be bothered to deal with the countless amounts of people wanting more money to fund their research.  If it were solely up to him, he would grant all the requests.  But instead, he had spent an entire afternoon trying to find nicer ways of saying the phrase, ‘Absolutely not.’  

Sitting just outside the Ministry, he wondered how many more requests he would return to.  Sighing loudly as he stared into space, he didn’t realise he was partially blocking the entrance.  “Oh, sorry.”​​

           it   might  have  been  rosalind’s  fault  for  not  looking  where  she  was  walking ,  but  the  quick  annoyance  that  shone  on  her  features  when  she  had  walked  into  someone  right  after  the  elevator  opened  was  mixed  with  a  quick   ❝  watch  it ❞ .   she  had  been  watching  the  parchment  floating  next  to  her  as  the  self-writing  quill  wrote  the  words  she’d  been  saying  right  before  the  interruption  and  of  course  to  her  disappointment ,  the  quill  had  decided  to  pick  up  on  her  latest  words  too .  ❝ scratch  that  ,  ❞  she  says  to  the  quill  ,  waiting  for  it  to  cross  the  words  out  before  extending  her  hand  out  to  catch  the  parchment  she’d  been  using  to  track  her  field  notes .  

      her  attention  is  finally  back  on  the  wizard  -  hands  falling  to  the  pocket  in  her  robe  as  her  lips  draw  into  a  slight  grimace .  ❝ i  haven’t  gotten  much  time  to  do  some  paperwork  so  of  course  it’s  a  working  lunch  today  -  ❞  now  why  was  she  even  explaining  herself  to  a  wizard  like  amos  diggory ?   ❝ it’d  be  my  advise  to  find  a  better  place  to  loiter  -  some  departments  actually  have  work  to  do .   ❞ 

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spencer , a . 

August spun on his heels, to see who had spoken to him. The velocity of the spin caused the frozen bird to smack into his spine, and August let out a “ow!”

“oh, uhm, Thanksgiving. A big to do back home for sure.” August said, pulling the bag from his back, setting it down softly on a dry spot of the sidewalk. “And being a total idiot, I did not remember that ovens here are not as large as ovens back home typically. And if that is case, I have no clue how to go about preparing this.” He said, opening his palm to the bag at his feet. He took a deep breath, his shoulders lowering, before he focused his gaze on the women before him. 

She was small, with a mane of warm chestnut hair, and a warm smile. “And it was near impossible to find this lovely bird. Cost me an arm and a leg. I’m August, or Auggie, by the way” August said, extending a hand. 

        rosalind  gives  the  wizard  another  once  over  then  ,  regarding  him  with  a  new  perspective  at  his  implication  of  being  american . ❝ families  usually  prepare   similar  to  our  hallowe’en  feasts  ,  right  ?   ❞  her  family  had  always  strayed  away  from  ever  touching  muggle-affiliated  education ,  but  it  was  even  more  difficult  to  not  pick  up  on  details  simply  by  working  at  the  ministry  .  that  -  and  ilvermorny  had  always  prided  itself  on  the  feasts  they’d  managed  for  their  students  for  all  of  their  holidays,  which  definitely  included  thanksgiving  to  appease  their  own  muggleborns.  her  eyes  eventually  do  travel  back  to  the  item  that  he’s  got  wedged  into  his  grasp,  only  nodding  once  to  agree  that  certainly  something  of  that  size  wouldn’t  fit  into  her  own  kitchenette . ❝ i’m  sure  you  could  use  a  simple  cooking  charm ,  some  kind  of  make-shift  fire  or  something  else .  ❞ 

    it’d  been  wiser  for  her  to  think  twice  before  shaking  his  hand  ,  but  her  arm  is  already  raised  and  that  rather-polite  smile  still  plays  on  her  lips .  ❝ i’m  rosalind  -  but  you  can  certainly  call  me  rose  too  - ❞  now  it’s  her  turn  to  laugh ,  mostly  to  tease  how  he’d  been  so  quick  to  simplify  his  name  for  her .   ❝ you  went  to  ilvermorny .  i  suppose  i  would  have  recognized  you  if  had  gone  to  hogwarts - ❞ 

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weasley , a . 

     ❝   sometimes   it’s   easier   being   underestimated,   too.   i   feel   like   the   two   often   go   hand   in   hand.   ❞   he   didn’t   want   to   say   he   felt   that   way   because   then   people   wouldn’t   be   as   disappointed   in   you   as   often,   but   it   was   how   he   felt.   ❝   but   i   don’t   mean   to   get   all   philosophical   on   you   —   sometimes   there’s   nothing   more   boring   than   that.   ❞  

            ❝  there  might  be  a  trace  of  sense  ,  but  a  caveat  you  might  have  missed  is  that  your  rationality  lends  to  the  person  having  some  sort  of  worth  to  fall  back  on .   ❞  it  is  spoken  in  the  perspective  of  being  a  pureblood  woman  these  days  -  being  underestimated  and  misunderstood  was  a  simple  norm  of  their  society  and  it  wasn’t  something  that  rosalind  thought  arthur  would  ever  understand .  he  was  an   outcast  by  choice .  ❝   if  you  continue  being  this  philosophical  ,  then  i  will  have  no  choice  but  to  never  underestimate  you  ,  weasley . ❞ 

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rosier , e . ​

he should be accustomed to the way that his job was dangerous, but he and emmeline had gone on a case that was too long and evan, as always, had taken it too far to try and get to the truth of it, and st. mungo’s had become a friend of his when it had come down to it, after a while he had left and taken his injuries and case file and had gone to the place that he had known would be safe–it wasn’t 100% certain, ( what place would be) and he had known he had could have gone to rabastan, but it was more complicated than that–he found himself on rosalind’s door knocking once with case files on his hand and a weary heart in another. “i should’ve OWL’d,” he says as the beginning, “but this was the only place i knew where i could go,” it didn’t have to mean anything other for him to lay his head to rest, their relationship had been like this from the start, but he had always felt safe here. maybe that had always been the problem, but he had feelings for rosalind that he didn’t know how to deal with so he had pretended that they didn’t exist until it was time’s like now where he had showed up on her doorstep with a heart wide open.

        the  lestrange  did  not  have  many  expectations  when  she  had  risen   from  her  working  table  to  answer  the  front  door  ,  but  when  her  eyes  find  themselves  on  evan’s  beaten  figure  -  her  back  only  straightens  in  some  twisted  anticipation .  instead  of  immediately  opening  the  door  wide  enough  to  invite  him  in  ,  the  side  of  her  head  rests  against  the  wooden  frame  ,  the  worn  expression  haunting  his  features  probably  mirrored  in  her  own .   ❝  that  would  have  just  been  a  formality  at  this  point  ,❞   she  says  with  a  deadpan  tone  ,  a  mere  recall  of  all  the  times  that  evan  had  made  himself  company  at  her  small  flat .  ❝ you  are  always  welcomed  ,  you  know  that . ❞  and  it’s  then  when  rosalind  steps  aside  ,  leaving  the  door  ajar  for  him  to  enter  .  its  with  a  small  flick  of  her  hand  that  rosalind  lowers  the  volume  of  the  record  player  .  ❝ did  something  happen  ?  are  you  -   ❞   she  catches  herself  then  ,  knowing  that  asking  him  if  he  was  okay  was  a  rather  ill  question  to  ask  when  it  was  clear  that  he  wasn’t  .  so  instead  ,  rosalind  rests  back  on  the  couch  -  clearing  the  spot  besides  her  that  had  several   books  open  until  she  pats  it  for  him  to  join  her  . 

[oflestrcnges]

spencer , a . 

“Ok, turkey, got it, stuffing stuff, got it, cranberries, got em, gravy….. got it” August grinned as he looked over his collection of finds. He must have walked a good portion of London location all the makings of an american thanksgiving. He was anxious of his first major holiday alone, but had made a point of making it as ‘normal’ as possible. He clasped his bookbag closed, and heaved the sack onto his back. He confidently walked the lane to his flat, allowing the confidence of finding what he needed ooze out of him. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Shit… what if the turkey doesn’t fit in the oven?!” he said (quite loud) to himself.

         rosalind  had  made  a  strange  habit  of  frequenting  a  particular  street  ,  finding  an  excuse  to  lose  time  in  a  corner  that  was  habited  by  a  muggle  merchant  that  sold  bundles  of  flowers  .  they  were  no  different  than  the  ones  sold  in  the  stores  ,  but  the  flare  the  owner  had  embraced  simply  captivated  her  and  there  was  no  harm  in  purchasing  one  or  two  to  empty  her  rather  empty  flat  .  she’s  still  standing  across  the  street  ,  arms  folded  against  her  chest  as  she  thinks  -  simply  trying  to  convince  herself  that  was  no  need  to  waste  any  more  notes  that  she’d  converted  to  muggle  coins  .  that’s  when  the  exasperated  voice  captivates  her  attention  ;  her  eyes  moving  to  the  side  to  find  the  face  of  an  august  who  looked  to  be  also  struggling  with  something  mundane  .  ❝  what’s  the  special  occasion  ?  ❞   she  inquires  with  a  small  tilt  of  a  brow  ,  though  friendly  smile  on  her  lips  .  ❝ heard  they  are  quite  impossible  to  find  even  in  muggle  london . ❞ 

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weasley , a . ​​

     ❝   —   and,   yeah,   it   may   sound   weird,   ❞   arthur   shrugged,   ❝   but   i   often   find   comfort   in   being   misunderstood.   ❞  

           ❝  at  the  expense  of  being  underestimated  ?  ❞  she  quips  back  ,  only  truly  challenging  him  with  her  gaze  with  a  faint  smile  tugging  on  the  sides  of  her  lips .  ❝  spoken  like  a  true  man ,  arthur .  ❞ 

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[oflestrcnges]

borgin , cain . 

“What is it with getting rid of centuries old curses?” Sure Cain wouldn’t have wanted to fall victim of one, but destroying them was like destroying part of an item, wasn’t it? He grunted and sighed. Animals. “Alright, let’s see,” out of precaution, he first tapped it with his wand, lifting it in the air to get a closer look, in the natural light. “It appears to be Venetian,” that was, at least, what its peculiar shape seemed to indicate. As for its age, Cain couldn’t have been more specific than this : “End of the 15th century, most likely…” But the question was not completely answered yet. This must have belonged to a notable wixen family, and he owned, for sure, a book on the matter.

“Follow me please,” he stated, leading the way to the back of the shop, leading the way to his house. The ended up in a courtyard first, then facing a heavy oak door next. “I must have something about it in my library,” he explained.

         ❝ believe  me  ,  i  rarely  get  the  autonomy  when  it  comes  to  my  job .  if  it’s  reported  -  ❞  all  rosalind  does  is  shrug  ,  fairing  that  the  rest  was  pretty  self  explanatory  to  a  business  man  like  cain  borgin  .  after  all  ,  most  curses  weren’t  even  that  lethal  seeing  that  the  general  wixen  population  were  absolutely  horrendous  at  charms  that  were  complicated  like  curses .   ❝  i  found  the  medallion  in  some  abandoned  manor  ,  whoever  lived  there  once  probably  went  on  the  run  a  very  long  time  ago  -  ❞  her  eyes  trail  up  to  the  floating  item  as  the  other  inspects  it  with  a  careful  eye  ,  only  finding  little  offense  that  he’d  question  her  ability  to  break  the  enchantment  on  it  .  it’s  his  enthusiasm   that  encourages  rosalind  to  follow  cain  ,  hands  left  in  the  pockets  of  her  cloak  -  only  having  reason  to  be  in  this  part  of  the  store  once  or  twice  before  .  

         ❝  -  your  library  ?  ❞  she  suddenly  inquires  ,  unsure  why  she  is  even  surprised  to  hear  that  he’s  got  a  collection  of  books  too .  but  to  see  it  with  her  own  two  eyes  was  a  different  experience  in  itself  .  ❝   by  salazar’s  name  ,  you’ve  got  flourish  and  blotts   beat  with  a  collection  like  this   .  ❞  

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black , narcissa . ​​

“you would have thought they were getting married again with the way both of our parents are planning for their birthdays.” narcissa said with a slight yawn, she had stretched herself out on the couch looking over at her sister in law with a small smile. “at least we’re not married and don’t have to deal with all the… extra-ness with things like this.” she says, though she quickly thinks of her cousins who she had no idea where they were, at least one of them, it seemed wrong—planning parties when a vital part of the family was missing and or gone. they tried not to think too much about it because it would cause a spiral, things had been…. weird lately, the air felt thick and people’s emotions were high and paranoid. 

         ❝  what  did  you  expect  ?  it’s  usually  not  a  perk  for  the  youngest  of  three ,  ❞  rosalind  says  with  a  twist  of  her  hair  ,  throwing  the  day  old  copy  of  the  daily  prophet’s  gossip  section  onto  the  coffee  table  . the  wedding  planning  for  rodolphus  and  bellatrix  had  been  an  event  in  itself  ;  something  that  the  youngest  lestrange  would  prefer  to  never  endure  again  if  she  could  help  it  . ❝  truth  be  told  ,  cissa  -  i  don’t  really  think  i’ll  ever  get  married  .  my  mother  always  saw  to  it  that  i  would  marry  some  dirty  and  rich  pureblood  ...  ❞  her  minds  does  trail  off  for  a  moment  ,  almost  wondering  if  her  words  were  just  some  elaborate  lie  since  the  bed  sheets  in  her  room  were  barely  warm  still  .  ❝ would  you  do  it  ?   would  you  follow  through  a  marriage  like  your  sister  did ? ❞ 

[oflestrcnges]

rosier , evan . 

it had been a rough time on this side of war, and he wouldn’t sugarcoat it, often trying to shift some kind of blame to his father for getting involved in all of this in some kind of way because it was easier to swallow than him being here right now. the truth was—one of their own defected and it had caused a ripple between something that was already so fragile. evan didn’t know who he could trust, but he did know who he needed to protect. it made it all that more complicated. he had come to rosalind’s to unwind like he always did, always preferring her place over his, everything here was much more… lighter than his own, but his mind was going a million miles an hour and he was trying so hard to be present even if he wasn’t. when she finally calls him out on it he sighs, reaching to hold her shoulder, his fingers feeling the bare skin before it reaches her neck, his eyes trying so badly to scan hers. she had grown up in this world of secrecy with her brothers, but he didn’t want that for her for them- whatever they were- he had wanted to keep her safe even though he knew that he couldn’t. 

“it’s not you.” he says, moving to where he could be closer, resting himself in the crook of her neck, his lips pressing a silent kiss to the skin that he can touch, sighing briefly before he looks at her again. “i don’t want you to leave.” it’s as honest as he can make it out to be. he’s never felt this way towards anyone else, it’s almost too honest, but he can’t take it back even if he wanted to, bit he leaves it there. “stay,” is all he says, even selfishly, without giving much explanation. if she were to ask, he would tell her, and maybe that was the problem.

          there’s  a  wave  of  relief  that  loosens  the  tension  building  in  her  shoulders   when  he  finally  admits  that  she’s  not  the  problem  ;  because  it  was  far  easier  to  ignore  the  budding  anxiety  that  it  was  something  more  .  the  inked  mark  on  his  forearm  was  enough  evidence  for  rosalind  to  understand  just  how  far  he’d  gotten  and  it’d  be  foolish  to  even  think  that  it  was  possibly  the  source  of  anguish  in  his  features  . she  wasn’t  going  to  pry  ,  though  -  she’d  learned  the  hard  way  that  it  was  often  better  to  know  less  .  ❝  okay  , ❞   rosalind  finally  says  once  he’s  latched  onto  her  and  a  hand  moves  to  cradle  the  back  of  his  head  .   ❝    i  will  stay  .  ❞   there  wasn’t  even   an  argument  to  have  been  made  ,  especially  as  she  falls  back  against  the  headboard  of  the  bed  they’d  often  share  so  his  weight  would  easily  against  her  frame .  

the  vulnerability  in  his  words  and  the  way  he  seemed  to  only  hold  onto  her  tighter  draws  forth  an  emotion  in  rosalind  that  feels  almost  foreign .  her  other  hands  moves  to  softly  caress  his  back  ,  not  necessarily  sure  what  to  even  say  because  she’d  been  the  one  to  ruin  the  moment .  these  were  the  kind  of  heavy  silences  that  would  be  easy  to  fill  for  most  ;  but  for  rosalind  ,  she  loathes  it .  ❝  we’ll  just  take  it  easy  tonight  ,  then  .  ❞   

[oflestrcnges]

closed . / @cainborgin​

        there  usually  laid  a  formal  reason  for  rosalind’s  trips  towards  knockturn  -  many  because  most  of  her  work  originated  with  stolen  items  that  were  traded  in  the  area  but  this  trip  was  personal .  she’d  swiped  a  medallion   from   one  of  the  scenes  she’d  worked  earlier  mostly  out  of  spite  and  for  the  fact  that  it  was  a  beautiful  piece  of  jewelry  with  no  rightful  owner  .  to  let  it  dust  at  the  ministry  in  some  secret  cabinet  would  have  been  a  shame .  ❝  this  silver  medallion  , ❞   rosalind  begins  as  she  rounds  the  corner  to  the  front  of  borgin  and  burkes  -  knowing  only  cain  wouldn’t  mind  such  an  odd  question  .  he’s  probably  managed  even  stranger  things  in  his  time  .  ❝  it  was  cursed  earlier  today  -  and  of  course  ,  it’s  been  broken  since  but  you  don’t  happen  to  recognize  it  ,  do  you   ?   ❞  

[oflestrcnges]

closed . / @rookwccds​

            ❝   now  ,  don’t   lie  to  me  ,  rookwood .  ❞    rosalind  has  her  hands  balanced  on  the  sides  of  her  hips  as  she  sizes  the  man  before  her  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  shortest  of  the  pair  .  lips  are  puckered  into  a  sarcastic  grimace ,  only  humming  when  she’s  right  in  front  of  him  .   ❝  i  could’ve  sworn  that  you  at  the  hallowe’en  party  last  night  -  i  swear !   sure  ,  i  might  have  arrived  a  bit  ...  not  together  ,  but  i  wouldn’t  have  imagined  it  .  ❞       

[oflestrcnges]

closed . / @gammaoricnis​

           ❝  seems  like  it’ll  only  be  us  tonight  .  ❞  no  matter  rosalind  had  a  tendency  to  stop  by  to  visit  the  married  couple  more  often  than  not  these  days  ,  but  she  didn’t  necessarily  mind  only  having  bellatrix’s  company  for  the  meanwhile  .  ❝  don’t  worry  ,  though  .  i’ve  brought  a  bottle  of  wine  with me  that’s  got  our  names  on  it  . no  one  in  their  right  mind  should  let  you  spend  a  late  night  alone  in  this  manor ,  anyway .   ❞           

[oflestrcnges]

lestrange , rodolphus . 

it had been a while since he had been on the lestrange manor, and he honestly didn’t miss it, but he did miss his siblings, even if he saw them more than he saw his own parents. he gives his sister a smirk, grabbing a cigarette from his tin box and putting it between his lips. “we upgraded from licorice wands to actual cigarettes, yeah?” rod had a nasty habit of smoking, he had tried to stop many times but at this point he didn’t care so much anymore. “acted like something had died the moment they found my secret stash.” he chuckles now shaking his head. “although i do have something for you.” he had reached in the bag that he had brought, holding up a licorice wand and holding it out for rosalind to grab. “just for you.”

         her  brother’s  words  force  the  curve  on  her  lips  to  deepen  ,  a  breathless  scoff  despite  no  attempt  to  even  correct rodolphus .  ❝  and  to  think  that  they’ve  wondered  all  of  this  time  what  happened  to  their  star  children  . ❞  it  was  always  a  silly  expectation  to  rosalind  that  their  parents  ever  imagined  anything  else  for  them  -  not  when  they  were  barely  allowed  to  normal  children  .  the  dolls  were  replaced  with  etiquette  lessons  ,  the  browns  and  blues  she  wanted  to  wear  were  forcibly  made  to  be  more  feminine  ,  and  the  imagination  they’d  conjured  together  was  stripped  into  oblivion  as  they  aged .  ❝  i  will  admit  ,  though  -  you  getting  into  trouble  made  it  a  wee  easier  for  me  when  the  bottles  of  firewhiskey  under  my  mattress  were  discovered  by  the  house  elf .   ❞   the  memory  is  not  what  captures  her  full  attention  ,  instead  a  curious  brow  raises  when  her  brother  moves  besides  her .  ❝  what  poor  child  did  you  steal  this  from ,  rod  ?  ❞  she  teases  ,  taking  the  piece  of  candy  between  two  fingers  and  sticking  it  between  her  teeth  .  rosalind  holds  it  there  as  if  it  was  another  paper  cigarette  ,  until  taking  a  bite  from  the  licorice wand . 

[oflestrcnges]

closed . / @evanrcsiers​ 

       ❝  you  seem  distracted ,   ❞  rosalind  suddenly  says  ,  interrupting  what  little  moment  they  were  having  and  it  was   a  clear  observation  even  as  she  tears  away  from  evan’s  grasp  and  readjusts  her  blouse  . it  was  hardly  difficult  to  miss  the  shift  in  mood  ,  especially  when  he  was  so  easy  to  read  for  rosalind .  an  easy  book  to  read  as  she  turns  back  to  him  in  the  bed  ,  though  the  lestrange  was  not  sure  if  she  wanted  to  hear  the  next  chapter  just  yet .  ❝ i’m  not  sure  if  i  did  something  to  upset  you  or  -  i   can  leave  if  you’d  like  .   ❞   not  something  rosalind  wants  to  do  ,  but  she’d  understand  .  

[oflestrcnges]

closed / @rcbastan​

        ❝   will  you  stop  looking  at  me  like  that  ?  ❞ rosalind  offers  her  youngest  brother  a  small  grimace  ,  more  unamused  at  the  headache  that  banded  around  her  head  .  ❝ i’m  hungover  -   ❞   chin  now  falls  against  the  palm  of  her  hand  ,  now  regretting  ever  taking  that  last  drink  .  ❝ the  hallowe’en  party  might’ve  gone  on  a  bit  longer  than  i  thought  it  would  ...   ❞