[rabvstanlestrange]

& / alectxisms‌

Rabastan familiar figure was most certainly a pleasant sight for sore eyes and immediately conjured a smile onto her dark red painted lips. “Well, I agree. I suppose it’s for a good cause, but really, is this the best they could have come up with?”, Alecto responded, cocking up one eyebrow questioningly. As if he possibly had an answer to that question. There could be many things said about him, and many of them were not necessarily nice, but a lack of taste was certainly not one of them. “But then again, this whole event is rather tasteless, if you ask me.” Her eyes wandered across the room with a mixture of condescendence and dislike in her gaze. “So I suppose the choice of prizes is living up the standard of the whole event.” That certainly didn’t mean that she was enjoying herself any more. In fact, Rabastan’s appearance had definitely improved her night, not that she wasn’t going to admit that any time soon (or ever, frankly said). 

At his next words, the redhead let out a slightly amused chuckle, before feigning wounded feelings. “Darling, I honestly don’t know whether I’m supposed to be hurt or amused. Do you really mistake me for somebody with such poor taste?”, she countered playfully with a mischevious spark in her emerald eyes, “because so far, I believe I’ve never heard you complain about my taste which is excellent, by the way.” Not this was new to him. 

 ❝ standard of the event ? ❞ he suppressed a laugh as he raised the glass to his lips and mused over the gala’s true visage. the zambini’s desired something delectable out of the extravagant event ; something transactional. rabastan lestrange could ascertain a scheme like it was a note of flavour in a fine brandy ; he swallowed the information bestowed to him with closed lips, ( may it be the saccharine draught of charity ) though he would let it remain on his  affluent tongue. the night, burnished with stars, was laden secrets, however one stood out beyond the rest. his voice nearly grumbled as he maintained a volume that didn’t warrant any attention beyond alecto’s. ❝ if this event bore any standards they would spare us from sharing the same air as some of these... people. ❞ 

a pale finger swiped underneath his white collar to mindfully realign his necktie and sapiently skimmed the mob that swarmed around floor. ❝ i can’t argue with that. you do have excellent taste... ❞ the eyes that passed singed into his skin ; there were too many onlookers to report to the nearest gossip column. rabastan extended the crook of his arm to her, head tilting towards the embellished doors. ❝ don’t you find it’s awfully warm in here ? i think the garden is much better for a private conversation. ❞

[rabvstanlestrange]

date: 07.14.79 time: 8:07 pm location: zabini’s estate status: closed ! @alectxisms

bouquets of gossamer, silk, and lace purled their way around the expanse of obsidian marble in the zambini estate ; gowns blossoming as the bodies that occupied the rich fabrics whirled around one another ( some petals more lush, than others, akin to any garden where some thrived in the sun, while others withered away, their pathetic anatomy incapable of survival ). rabastan was perspicaciously perched atop a set of stairs serried with the high and low of the wizarding world; his sable eyes browsed the crowd with languid intrigue. an empty glass was raised in his pale palm as a silent summon for the menial in his nearest vicinity to replenish his sole source of reprieve in the manor saturated with the common rabble.

a familiar flame caught his attention  ; crimson hair and wrath sheathed in silver. lestrange  weaved through the crowd and swiftly honed onto his target. ❝ is it just me or are these auction prizes horrid ? it’s comparable to a collection of shoddy knickknacks. mm, and let’s not forget gilderoy selling himself. pitiful. ❞ he granted a small smile to cross his face; alecto carrow’s opinion was something he had come to trust-- at least, her taste was approved of.  ❝ don’t tell me you’ve sunken to a new low and placed a bid for that oaf. ❞

[rabvstanlestrange]

& / ofrosier‌

date: june 8th, 1979 time: 7 am location: wizarding london status: closed to @rabvstanlestrange

They were on the hunt for possible Order moles. Although the plan was executed smoothly and flawlessly in terms of kidnapping suspected Order members and getting their message across with the corpses they had left in Diagon Alley, the Dark Lord feared that they had given their enemies even more incentive to take further action. The Dark Lord suspected spies and he put Evan and his partner on a trail to a pair of newly-recruited Death Eaters whose loyalty had been easily bought. It could just as easily be bought again by their enemy if the Order gave the pair something the Dark Lord couldn’t. A sense of security was the most probable considering you could never have that in the Death Eater fold no matter how arrogant you were or how socially secure you were in terms of allies and influence. Evan suspected it was the reason why most Order members seemed so vigorous in their loyalty; it wasn’t bought but willingly given. That was where the Death Eaters would always be weak, even members like Bellatrix who would lay down their lives for Voldemort; they would never be safe. They could only delude themselves into believing they were. Evan was intimately familiar with that self-preservation tactic; it hasn’t failed him once.

After apparating onto the rooftop of the building in which the pair lived, Evan briefly took off his mask and turned towards Rabastan, his face rigid with the icy mask he always applied on missions such as this when he could only do what was necessary. He had no other options especially since he had a partner, and not just any partner, but the infamously bloodthirsty Rabastan Lestrange himself. Right now, he was mainly counting on the possibility that the information they had received was false but who knew how Rabastan would react even if that possibility was confirmed?

“Alright. I know you don’t really go about your missions in a structured manner but we aren’t even sure if we’re dealing with enemies this time. Before we do anything, we find confirmation. We only eliminate the enemy if we find proof that we’re not just following the Dark Lord’s whims, do you understand?”

a dark brow arched beneath rabastan lestrange’s argent mask, its austere silver basked in the fresh light of dawn as the shadowy pair loomed over a dusky nook. his lips pressed into a thin unimpressed line ; the sole allusion to rabastan’s disdain towards evan rosier and his dreary ( and highly misinformed ) sermon. a gloved hand, accoutred with his wand, leisurely skimmed through the warm air and drained his facade away.  ❝ oh, rosier. i do love it when you take control. ❞  the words flowed out with as much deceit as he could muster ; though, his chagrin weighed down the conviction. A simper widened as he swiveled to face his fellow brother-in-arms. ❝ i would say it suits you but the opportunity comes so infrequently to you, i simply don’t know. ❞ 

unconcerndedly, his free hand swiped at the shoulders of his coat and pulled at the sleeves to straighten the fabric in swift, controlled movements. ❝ and oh, oh i understand. but allow me to make one thing quite clear to you in that beautifully dense head of yours. i go about my business effectively and i follow my orders, but a second-rate lawyer is by no means, my commander. ❞ his smile refused to fall, though the pleasantry of his expression never bespoke to the outrage that exuded through his eyes. he wasn’t entirely certain of the gossip evan rosier happened to have heard from the minds and mouths of the inferior and unambitious and he couldn’t bring himself to care. their job was simple ; locate the moles and remove them. 

wand ready at his side, he resigned with a short sigh. ❝ now, are you going to continue to stand around like dolt ? or can we get along and finish this damn thing ? ❞ 

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[rabvstanlestrange]

& / dromvda‌

date: july 6th, 1979 time: 3:34 pm location: ministry of magic status: close for @rabvstanlestrange

With the flick of her wrist, the ornate buckle clipping her cloak together snapped open, before the fabric slid off her shoulders and settled itself into the crook of her waiting arm. Her finger smoothed out the crease in her dress, as she came upon the doors of Rabastan’s office. The past few weeks had been spent recovering in the confines of the country estate, but even as the bruises on her body faded to nothing, the scars of her memories were ripped open in her dreams. This would be the distractions she needed, or at least it was what she had been ordered to do. Resting against the doorframe of his office, Andromeda crossed her arms over her chest, a playful smile spreading across her lips. “Where can I lodge my complaints around here? I’ve got a bone to pick with the Minister. Does he have no idea whose fiance he’s keeping so busy?” 

      fresh flowers. pearly petals. roseate sentiments. he should have anticipated her arrival as the telltale sweetness of spiced florals steeped into his august office, a room with a lofty, rib vaulted ceiling and its walls adorned with a collection of florid art in gilded frames.  he sat curled over in his chair, a captive to the parchment on his desk; its inky lettering as dark and foreboding as its message. hard eyes lifted to andromeda and his expression melded into something closer to concern. ❝ —– - mm... hm. ❞ her shape in her gown came as a distraction, voice hitching in his throat. ❝ not even the minister of magic would dare stand between a black sister and something she wants. ❞

surreptitiously, the parchment was rolled and placed into the inside pocket of his suit jacket as he stood. ❝ how are you ? ❞ his inquiry bore the weight of a thousand other questions. do you remember the voices ? how the hands curled around so delectably around your delicate throat and squeezed ? she hadn’t made a sound. ❝ you look well. ❞

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