“Cousin we got along well because I could tell you were a psycho in the making like my father. Like your father. So I made sure just like with my father I didn’t rock the boat with you.” she said simply. She raised her eyebrow. “You think I’m dumb. Whether or not anyone actually acts on it we all know what happened. I don’t care why you did it whether you did it for your brother or for a grab at power or freedom it doesn’t matter to me. But I know damn well you’re not upset by it.” she said simply putting a hand on her hip. “No actually I don’t. Forced family isn’t worth shit. Lucinda is my family. Sirius is my family. Remus Lupin and Lily Evans are more my family than you are. Just because we share DNA doesn’t mean anything.” she told him with a roll of her eyes. “She is someone fucking important to me. I’ll always protect her.”
“ Well you were a Ravenclaw, I shouldn’t be surprise that you are smart. Though you were always a bit too quiet to garner my attention.” He cared little that people avoided him, if anything it assumed him. “ You know nothing that happened. If I killed them I would brag about them, they were murdered and I will deal with the ones that did it. If you want to know a murder you should talk to your sweet Lucinda. Her parents did die under strange ways and then on top of that, she did get all their money.” Rabastan grinned. “ I don’t know how half those people are, probably aren’t worth nothing, but good for you and your little family. Hopefully they will all survive what’s to come. The funny thing about protecting someone, it hurts a hell of a lot more when they die.”
“What it is is me not being afraid of your shit anymore.” she said simply. “You keep saying it’s anger. Is it because that’s all you know. I know what it’s like when I’m angry and this isn’t it.” she told him. “I already told you I don’t care about their money. If I cared I would have been the little doll they wanted me to be.” she said “Listening to them until I can actually get into their good graces before I finally take them out. Isn’t that what you did.” she said with a sneer. “Isn’t that the plan of so many people here. There is no familial bonds. It’s just a grab of power and wealth.” she said. “If you’re so happy you wouldn’t need to point out what I do with mine. You would just ignore me and how I live and yet here you are telling me what I need to do to be happy like you.” She said before reaching up to grab his chin to make sure he was looking her in the eye. “If you truly were happy you wouldn’t feel the need to talk down to someone you’d forgotten. But instead you need to put me and my life down. Does it make you feel better to know you have more wealth and more people know you’re name.” she asked. With her hand on her wand she brought it to his neck. “Now I’m angry. You don’t talk about her. You don’t touch her. You don’t insinuate anything bad about her or you’ll find yourself on the end of some of my favorite hexes.” she told him.
“ My shit? I don’t think you ever had to be afraid of my shit, cousin. We have always gotten along well, you do whatever the hell you do and I forget about your existence. I care little about putting you through shit. I’m not the sort to finish off a dying puppy, it’s better to let it suffer in it’s on misery.” Rabastan had to make a conscious effort to pretend he cared about what she was saying. “ What I did? Are you accusing me of murdering my parents? Wow and here I thought you couldn’t go no lower. They were murdered, my brother beaten, I am shocked,” he said trying to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. “ I ignore you most of the year, it’s Christmas, I thought I would be a good cousin and speak to you, I suppose it’s you that don’t care for family, my mistake.” If Rabastan had a different life he would have made a good actor, or lawyer. In this life, he was a good storyteller, ones that sometimes he started to believe. “ Ah, such a sore spot with Lucinda, it’s always cute. Acting like a big sister.” He teased.
“Are they your friends or are they just people who don’t want to get on your bad side because you’re a fucking psychopath.” she said simply. “Maybe you can hold your alcohol but not everyone can and some people think what they do is impressive and not just some pathetic conforming bullshit trying to keep mummy and daddy’s money and pride.” she said simply. “You say I’m in a depressing party Rabastan but I’ve never been more happy in my life. You know nothing about me. Sure I’m not as fiscally sound as you are but I still am happy with who I am and what I’m doing. Not all success is the same and maybe you’d be happier if you stop comparing people cause we’re all bloody different. I’m proud of what I did. I made myself a home. I got a job where I can pay my bills and do what I love in my free time. And I did that on my own. I’m happy with that. I’m proud of that. You thinking I’m unsuccessful for my accomplishments says more about you and your superiority bullshit than it will ever say about anything about me.” she told him. “And you will not be acting like my cousin is anything but the amazing person she is.” she said her hand moving to her wand. “If she were using Lucinda I would not be here right now. She had no reason to invite me except for Lucinda. Me being here like you said probably makes her look worse after all who wants a disgrace on her guest list.”
“ A fucking Psychopath, more wisdom from the brave little bartender. I am so lucky you are charging me for this session. I suppose it is the family discount,” he teased grabbing a drink off a nearby tray. “ So many angry in such a little body, are you upset that you don’t have a mommy or any of daddy’s money. It’s okay, you could always gravel and marry some lowlife human.” He crossed his eyes listening to her rant for bit. “ I am happy, my life is wonderful, you sadly have me mistaken with someone else. I don’t care what you do with your sad little life. To tell you the truth I forgot you even existed until I saw you tonight. Be proud of your little life, it doesn’t matter to me either way,” he yawned. “ Are you done, Gamp. Lucinda and you are so similar, so stupid and never really paying attention to things. Emma and I love talking about how insane Lucinda is, we were just talking about her in mind a few weeks ago.”
“The first thing we can agree on.” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Oh. Is that why you have no one. Because you’re so low no one is at your level.” She said raising her eyebrow. “See being a bartender gives me so much insight into people. You act like it’s a lowly job but here’s the thing. I hear everyone’s drunk pitiful conversations and know just what everyone is up to. If I gave a fuck about the war you, your brother, your entire side would be taken down by one lowly bartender.” she said leaning in talking quietly so only he could hear as if it were a secret. “But I don’t give a shit about you so you don’t need to worry.” She rolled her eyes. “Honey I haven’t been invited in years I got invited this year because Lucy wants me here and Emma doesn’t give a fuck who is proper when it comes to pureblood society cause you’re all a fucking joke.” she told him“But see I don’t have the political pull cousin. I’m a disgrace remember.” she said. She let out a loud laugh. “What you’re fucking Emma Vanity.” she said following his gaze. “And yet she’s whipped for our cousin. I think you might need to have a discussion with her about who she’s taken by cause I feel like you’re not top of her list.”
Rabastan rolled his eyes. “ Who says I don’t have anyone? Clearly you have been out of the loop too long, Nadia. I have a lot of friends and people I associate with, but thank you for your concern for my social life,” he laughed. “ Really such insight from a bartender. If that is what you have to tell yourself then go ahead. Be important, take us down. You say you don’t give a fuck, but that is because you are too busy in a this depressing little party for yourself to see anything else. You could be so much more Nadia, but you rather be a disgrace, even if you did beg to come back no one would want you, and your father would sooner kill you,” he yawned, already bored with her. “ Luci is another waste, she gave all this way for what a little halfblood that broke her heart, but at least she is smart enough to make something of herself and keep friends,” Lucinda probably killed her parents too so that give her credit in his mind. “ Or maybe she is using Lucinda, I don’t care to spill all my lover’s secrets.”
“Yeah. We’re all glad she’s dead. Better off dead than with my father.” she said simply. “You say that as if I’d disagree with you. I’m quite friendly with muggleborns and muggles. I don’t give a shit about your superiority complex. It’s actually really an ugly look.” she told him. She snorted. “If you really want to be an activist you can you know get your brother to fuck off and not put dumb fucking laws out there that discourage interacting with muggles and muggleborns or you know punishing them for just existing. But then to do that you’d have to care about literally anything other than where you’re putting your dick next.”
“ You’re father is better off with her dead as well.” Lord Gamp was beyond annoying, but he did like to spend money on Rabastan since he no longer had an heir. “ Of course you are friendly with them, scum attracts scam,” he said simply. “ I have a superiority complex, and here I thought you were just a bartending, looks like you’ve read a book. Allow me to diagnose you, and your sad girl drunk at a party no one wants you at thing going on. It’s pathetic, cousin,” he said almost pitying the girl. “ If you care so many write a letter, after all he is here for the people,” he smirked. “ There are a lot of things I care about more than where to put my dick, have you not heard I am a taken man.” He said glancing between her at Emma.
Nadia was not a fan of the Lestranges. She honestly wasn’t a fan of coming at all but her cousin had wanted her there so she’d chosen a dress in the most offensive color to her father that she had not donned in a very long time and showed up only to be assaulted by this bastard. “My mother god rest her soul would have been bloody scandalized at every outfit here. Yours included. Where are your dress robes. Or are you not aware your mother is also turning in her grave if she could see her son dressed as a muggle at a formal event.”
“ Well it is a good thing she is already in the grave, you wouldn’t want her to have a heart attack on Christmas.” Though that would get the ball off to a good start. “ Dress robes are for the older generation. I hate muggles and mudblood, but killing them all is a bad play, they make nice nothing and good dolls. My outfit is a bit of a protest. Look at me becoming an activist. And if my mother is rolling over in her grave, then it’s a plus.”
“ Well well well. How would have thought you would have shown up tonight.” Rabastan grinned taking a long sip from his champagne glass. “ Sloppy and dressed tacky. Luck your mother isn’t alive to see you bringing down the family name.”
General Appearance: Well put together and confident.
Personality: Self assured and cocky. Confident in who he is
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Special Talents: Fitting in with a group and reading the room
Who they take after more: Rabastan
Personal Headcanon: With the war coming to a close Emma knew it was a bad idea for her son to share his father's name. While she never hid the pregnancy or child from Rabastan she wouldn't change her mind about the child having her last name when he's born. She didn't know what side was going to win and the chance that the Lestrange name would be tainted was too high. She was going to give her child his best chance. Alex knows well who his father is and what he believed him and Emma has never steered him toward any type of thinking as she didn't care on way or the other but she made sure he knew who he was and where he came from and that gave him a leg up. Having that sense of self allowed him to fit in no matter where he was and still know who he was at the end of it.
“Yeah.” she said softly her hands shaking just a bit remembering the torture. She could handle it and she wasn’t complaining but it still sucked still dealing with the after effects. “I’ll do what I can.” she whispered her heart twisting in her chest at the thought of Rabastan handling it.
“ That is what I like to hear, Violet.” He grinned wrapping his arm around her shoulder again. “ I want a report by the end of next week, little Black shouldn’t be too hard, and when you are done, I’ll give you a week off.” He chuckled.
“I’ll be in your corner until I can’t be. I love you both but you have to realize I’m not risking everything for you. I have too much self respect for that just like I hope you’d do the same.” she said honestly with him. She laid next to him turning on her side. “I’ll admit I’d rather you than most my parents are setting me up with but I’m not willing to throw away my self worth on someone who might stab me in my sleep cause he’s tired being beaten by a girl.” she said. “I know you don’t have her name in your mouth. She’s a fucking star above you.”
“ Your honestly is a breath of fresh air, Em.” He said meaning it, he enjoyed being around people that weren’t afraid of him sometimes. “ And I am in your corner, need someone taken care of I’m your man.” He winked. “ Stabbing you in your sleep? I wouldn’t do that, I would wake you up first, I am a gentlemen and having a full out fight to the death with us is preferred.” He teased. “ Is she? Seems like a coward to me.”
“Why do I feel this is headed to you asking me for a favor I don’t want to do?” She teased back with a grin. “But, seeing as I am the apple of your eye, best friend, and love of your life, it would be rather rude for me to turn down such a kind offer.” Emme smiled to herself before catching his eye. “Alright, what is this something? I am all ears but still reserve the right to say, ‘fuck off.’”
“ Me asking a favor? No?” He chuckled with a playfully eye roll. “ It would be very rude to turn down me, if I wanted something from you. I could just be happy to see you.” He said ordering them some drinks. “ Fine, I wanted to ask you to go to the Vanity Ball with me this year. I need a date and we are friends?
Rabastan had taken a slight break from his play time to have a quick shower and send his house elf to find Violet. The blood ran down the drain and he already missed it. He guess he would just have to take another trip before he left for dinner.
Only out of the shower for a few minutes did he learn that he had a vistor in his play room. Little Black was bold to come to his home, his mind was already running with possibilites on why he had come. He had a hunch it had to do with the mudblood he tasked to watch him. He did think her reaction was odd, and maybe there were more to her and Regulus’s relationship, but he wasn’t sure. The young heir was closed off and tricky to get a read on.
Even in the rare times their path crossed before each getting the mark, Regulus was nothing but the perfect little heir, always doing what was time of him, Rabstan didn’t buy it and was determined to find out what was going on.
Call it jealous or whatever you like, but he wanted to see the ruin of that boy. He was the one everyone talked about, as if the boy was the second coming of Salazar himself. Rabastan was more than happy to kill the minstier, yet the dark lord intrusted a child, who took too long in his opinion, with doing the deed.
He left the boy waiting for 30 minutes before slipping into the basement. He stayed in the shadows, not wanting him to know he was watching. Maybe he could get a better read when he didn’t know he was being watched. He was impressed when he ended the woman’s life, though Rabastan would have bleed her slowly, let her death be longer and more enjoyable.
He offer him a dark smile when he finally noticed him, Rabastan could laugh about how clueless he was about his surrondings. “ Not at all, I am more than happy to give you tips on making it... more enjoyable.”
His lips twitch at his comment. He had more of a backbone than Rabastan thought, but he wouldn’t let that shake him. “ And aren’t we all so glad for it, helping the wizarding world get back to the way it is suppose to be.” He said moving closer to him. “ What brings you here? Not to play with my things, I’m sure the noble house of black has their own, no?”
Rabastan could have murdered the boy for turning his back on him. He loathed the younger male, and only his last name kept him alive. Rabastan was impusive, but not stupid. His bother might be Minstier but Regulus was a Black. The oldest pureblood family, the actual first family if you listened to anyone. A statement that burned a hole in his already black heart.
“ Tread carefully, Black.” He said pulling his wand out, to hell with trouble, he wouldn’t kill the boy just give him a warning on messing with him. When Black was facing him again he pressed his wand under his neck.
“ Violet was gift, I assumed you would like her. Nothing more than that. Why are you so paranoid?” Rabastan wasn’t used to people not being shaken around him. He loved their fear, even his friends feared him at time, and he fed on it.“ You caught me. I want to test you.” He shrugged backing off of the younger male. Only to have a wand pointed at him.
He wouldn’t admit that his breath caught in his throat for a moment. He still didn’t know what to make of the boy and that made him dangerous and a possible threat. But the wand was put away and instead the dagger was thrown into another one of his pets chest. He growled lowly, he wasn’t in the mood to go hunting away.
“ Violet belongs to my family if she is dead there will be hell to pay.” He knew that his brother was fond of her and he didn’t want to have to find another mudblood, plus she was good at giving information, she was more trusted that Pettigrin and was important in getting information that the other side would die before giving up.
He moved pass Rabastan as if he didn’t speak and walked away. Rabastan screamed after him, but Regulus still walked. He hated him. One day Rab would end that smug little heir. Until then he had his the ones in his basement to deal with.
Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection
Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex
Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates
“I do. I love Roddie but we both know he’s so fragile.” she said simply. She knew the man get be blown over and she’d support him up until she couldn’t anymore. “And I’m a friend too. Until you prove I can’t be.” she patted his cheek. “We’d fucking rip each other to shreds in a month. You’d be tired of the push back cause you know you can’t get your way with me. And I’d grow bored of your ego.” she said simply she rolled her eyes. “That’s because pureblood men ain’t shit. Whose there to compare you to. Lucius fucking Malfoy. Rosier. Who wants those little pricked assholes when you’re a queen.” she grinned. “now throw in some of the girls and you’d think you’d never seen a puddle you’re blown so far out of the water.
He didn’t want to agree with her, but Rod was fragile. If it was anyone else he would call them weak, but Rod was anything but weak, their childhood was proof of that. “ He is fine, he has us in his corner.” He was more than happy to be there for his brother. “ Then I guess we should stay on each other good side.” He said relaxing on her bed. “ isn’t that better than marrying some boring pureblood that would do nothing but be a disappointment. We would have a fun month.” He grinned. “ I will agree, Malfoy and Rosier are both disappointments in the sack. I am sure I am better than little Gamp, or what is so going by now. Talksalot, or something.”
“Your brother may have the ministry but it just takes a crack you know and he’s brought down. Neither of us want to see that but if you continue acting like a threat I will have to be the one to bring down the once noble house of Lestrange.” she told him seriously and she meant it. She didn’t want to but she would throw away years of friendship if they actually posed a danger to people she cared about. “Darling you can try but we both know I don’t go down easy.” she said rolling her eyes. “And whose to say you’re even any good and not a waste of my time like all pureblood men.”
“ A crack? Do you honestly believe that?” He wasn’t stupid to how close they are to being found out, but these days the Death Eaters has taken over the ministry and he could get away with just about anything. “ I am a friend Vanity, calm down.” He said with an eye roll. “ I wouldn’t except anything less from you, Emma. You know if I had to pick a bride, you would be it. Strong, not a pushover.” He said leaning closer to her. “ I’m sure I’m better than the pureblood men you have slept with.”
