don't ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash.

when i was a man i thought it ended when i knew loves perfect ache, but my peace has always depended of all the ashes in my wake.

[rodolphvslestrange]

sibelseer​:

WHERE : diagon alley WHO : open!

it wasn’t uncommon for items for the shop to be sent through the post, but it was with sibel’s name specifically on them. usually they were addressed to the establishment or one of the owners. but, she’d been in the position she was for a while now, so perhaps her name had become popping up more? she was the one who sent the invoices, and wrote the detailed descriptions of each object, which became a passport with it for the new owner. 

once the clerks at the diagon alley post office had determined the stamped packages had come via another magical agency, they’d released them to sibel. and that was how she found herself walking through diagon alley with her arms curled around a large stack of packages. limited view and a cobbled street made for a bad pair, as she found herself misjudging her footing and stumbling forward, packages sliding from her arms.

“kahretsin“ she uttered in annoyance, immediately moving to pick the packages back up.

@antemortemstarters​

rodolphus had decided to skip eating lunch at the ministry and attempt to snag his sister in hopes that it would prove to be a good distraction. it was hard trying to find a time where both of them weren’t on a job or working and perhaps he should have OWL’d her about stopping by for a visit or even at a place that she possibly could be. either way it was far too late now since he was already in diagon alley. it had happened rather quickly though, the feeling of colliding into someone elses and the parcels being thrown his way, he had grabbed his wand to try and get what they could before they hit the ground and really was only to save one of them from completely falling. “are you alright?” he asks, a bit amused seeing as it had to been obvious that they were biting off more than they could chew with all of those parcels obstructing their view. 

[rodolphvslestrange]

rafaeleliad​:

@antemortemstarters​

“If you’re going to just stand there, you could at least make yourself useful,” Rafael comments drily, levelling his gaze upon his visitor through a screen of pale cigarette smoke. “Hand me that file, would you?”

“i mean a please can go a long way, raff,” rodolphus smirks grabbing the file using his wand and dangling it over his friends head before it being delicately placed in his hand. “you have a couple minutes for lunch or are you too busy to get that yourself as well, old friend?”

[rodolphvslestrange]

@oh-lenore​​

“has my brother come in yet?” perhaps it was true that rodolphus was his brother’s keeper but he had wanted to follow up on a discussion that had happened on his birthday and if he was being honest with himself he had missed him and the first person that he had run into that might know where he is was lenore. “i feel like i’ve been running in circles trying to find him.”

[rodolphvslestrange]

@constantmoody​

​rod was working on paperwork when he hears someone coming to his office, he doesn’t look up from it, trying to finish the last of the paragraph that had taken him a painfully long time to make and sound good. “what can i help you with?” he says, finishing the final line before he inevitably stares up at one alastor moody. 

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@drcmeda​

​it had been a long time since rodolphus had gone out to a case where it was all hands on deck, a lot of his work was now administrative but there were days like today where they needed everyone they could get and of course it had gone sideways which is how he found himself at st. mungos and asking for only one andromeda black. by the time she made her way towards him he closes his eyes laying back on the bed. “it’s not as bad as it looks.”

[rodolphvslestrange]

RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE, PIECES OF HOME. 

when rodolphus got married there were a few things that he had promised himself when he got his own house, the first one being, there would be warmth. windows overlooking the garden, hallways with enough windows to cast the shadows out and a fireplace in as many rooms as he could get them. 

that first year in the house that he shared with bella was a slow start of nesting, paintings that he had commissioned from wixen’s that he had admired his entire life, and the piano room that he had dreamed of as a kid because it was no longer a chore but a hobby in his older age. 

that first year in the new house rod didn’t know what to do with himself, the room that he had in the lestrange manor had always been barren of things, his parents had hated clutter, get rid of the things that you don’t need, and keep the necessities. the day he brings home his first painting, setting it up in a hall that was too dark, is a happy one. he remembers holding bella’s hand and showing her his vision of this house, looking over at her for the small confirmation wondering if she liked it, if this had felt different from the last home that she lived in, the one that she had also grown up in. but bellatrix and rodolphus had come from different homes and it was obvious when he had claimed one of the empty room as his—the place where he could paint on his canvases, and look out at the greenhouse that he was just getting started on; working for the ministry and being the head of your department came with it’s personal losses, it had sometimes felt like rodolphus had gone on from one fire to another, but home? home was solace and comfort. he cared for things on his own time, played piano in the piano room that had a window behind it to give him warmth on his back or the moon bouncing off the walls. 

the reading room had slowly become his favourite place, what used to be a necessity back at the lestrange manor had become thing that he had begin to love overtime, there were books that he hadn’t been allowed to read because they weren’t necessary at the time that he had found himself enjoying on the couch with the plants that he had loved and help bloom surrounding him. 

but the best part of the house were the rooms created specifically for the people that rodolphus had loved, the room with special magic that tailored to whatever guest that laid their head there for the night and a fireplace so they could come and go as they please. 

rodolphus after a few years, had made the home that he had always wanted, and he likes to think, that when the time comes, it’ll be an even more warmer and safer place to raise a future child. 

he had created it so that one day it would be. 

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[rodolphvslestrange]

when i see you again, and i'm greeted as a friend it is understood, that we did all we could

i always thought it was sad, the way we act like strangers after all that we had, we act like we had never met.

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rcbastan​:

     ❝   well   i   bloody   am,   ❞   rab   chuckled   as   his   hand   clutched   the   back   of   his   head.   he   knew   his   brother   was   lying   since   the   two   of   them   looked   in   terrible   shape,   but   that’s   what   hiding   away   and   drinking   coffee   was   supposed   to   cure.   ❝   at   least   you   didn’t   look   as   belligerent   as   you   probably   were   —   reminded   me   of   your   roommates’s   stash   in   your   seventh   year   dormitory.   ❞   rabastan   had   the   same   one   when   he   eventually   got   to   the   age,   but   then   again,   who   didn’t   ?

“at least you’re honest,” rod says with a smile shaking his head, even then shaking his head hurt. “fucking hell,” it didn’t take much to get him buzzed, he should have stopped after he was offered another glass of red wine but he didn’t. “i have never been belligerent in my life,” he says with a coy smile, as if it wasn’t him and his mates that had almost gotten in trouble many times for getting up to dumb shit, it had always been tom and rod to get them out of it. “you’re welcome for showing you it,” he teases pushing his shoulder. “i’d reckon i’m close to trying hair of a dog.” the thought of tomato juice so early in the morning always put him off of it. “unfortunately i cannot deal with our parents sober—and who would want to?”

[rcbastan]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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slvthcrs​:

@rodolphvslestrange​

         “come on, rudy-” slight stature leans against the doorframe, bemused look alighting her features as she surveys the other. “unless you have a bottle of something worthwhile tucked away, let’s go.” crossed arms loosen against her chest, fingers drumming against her forearm. “contrary to popular belief, there is rest for the wicked. and i want mine in the form of several glasses of champagne.”

rod had been spinning in his chair for at least a minute trying to get over the blockage that he was currently having when it came to finishing all of these pages he needed to sign and write out a statement that he hadn’t even started working on. by the time that valeria had come to rescue him he was about ready to scrap everything he has ever written. “i do in fact have firewhisky tucked away somewhere but it’s for emergencies only. you don’t have to twist my arm to go.” he grabs his coat and gets up, letting himself be done for the evening knowing himself too well that if he stayed here any longer it wouldn’t be a nice scene. 

[rodolphvslestrange]

rookwccds​:

@rodolphvslestrange​

Gus didn’t hesitate in the doorway very long, not even as he knocked – personally, he hated that sort of behavior, the lingering; it was unnecessary. He knocked, stepping through a beat later, a small stack of parchment clasped in his fingers. “One of the secretaries is suffering a case of the stupid this week, it seems,” was his greeting of choice, offering a sliver of a smile in his irritation. “left a stack of things intended for you in my inbox. I could understand if it was the R-O that got her …. if it weren’t for the fact you’re very evidently Lestrange and not Rookwood.” At this he finally laughed, a seemingly more earnest grin in place now. “Got anything for me, or is this just the beginning of a messy week?”

rodolphus had been quite busy on his own, his own secretary out of office for merlin knows what, he didn’t mind keeping busy but it was nearing the end of the day and he would like to see his wife sometime soon considering everything that was currently happening in her own family. when he had heard the knock he was about to say come in before seeing that they had already taken the liberty. he smiled at the other signing something before setting it aside. “oh, what a pity, you bringing me more things to look over,” he says with sarcasm heavy on his voice as he stuck his hand out for it. he had sighed before he had looked over at the stack that was currently building and searching through with it to see if there was anyone else named that wasn’t his own. “i’m afraid that you’ve been spaired, rookwood.” he takes everything with ease before looking back up at the other. “i can understand the mismatch,” he says, more sarcasm, “it’s only, oh, seven letters off of each other.” he shakes his head now. “you fancy a glass of firewhisky for your troubles?”

[rodolphvslestrange]

alicemacmillan​:

the smile that stretched her lips radiated the gratefulness she felt in that moment - not many would be kind in the face of embarassement - shaking his hand as she gave him a quick nod, “everyone has been wonderful - settling in shouldn’t be too hard”

“longbottom?” surprised that he had even though to ask - as far as the welcoming came, he seemed personable, “he’s exceptional - i look forward to working with him” as much as she found herself to be a quick victim to word vomit and interesting circumstances - now was not the time to get into full blown rant about how startled she had been with their choice and then again, how would they have known? “sir – is there anything i can help with? almost done with these –” gesturing at the awful transfer papers at her desk, “i heard there was an attack in tinsworth - anything i can do?”

rodolphus had been trained to be a personable man, especially a trusted man like he was, he could hear the thought of his parents and their praise now when he had been promoted to this job—it wasn’t exactly what he had wanted—and rod knew that if he had it his way he would’ve chosen something much different but there was a certain standard that the lestrange family held and rod was no exception to it, even with everything that was currently happening to his wife’s family. he had to compartmentalize from a young age, chose things to focus on because he had to. not everyone had the luxury to speak or act on their feelings all the time and he was unfortunately part of that. “i’m glad to hear it,” he had given a polite smile. 

he watches her for a moment, almost wanting to question her moment of hesitance but the conversation was furthering more than he had planned but he would indulge the simple moment instead of having to go back to all the other meetings that he was meant to be attending right now. “right, longbottom,” he had heard of the man, met him on few occasions but their conversations were nothing more than cordial, all that he really knew was that his step father was someone that he knew quite well when it came to other sort of meetings, “it had been a shame”, as he recalls from vincent crabbe, that frank didn’t particularly feel the same way as the rest of them did, and that he’d do his best to keep an eye on him. “i know that he has been without a partner for a while, i’m glad that you were able to find each other then.” when she mentions the rest, he looks at the amount of disarray of the current office, he chuckles and nods his head, “we’re all hands on deck as you can tell—” not to mention one regulus and sirius black case. “the tinsworth case i’m afraid is going to take more time than we thought—i’m sure you know that you’re meant to be heading out soon for the case. i’m afraid that’s all anyone can really do.”

[rodolphvslestrange]

kingsley-adam​:

Kingsley didn’t trust Rodolphus, at least not outside the office. While they were both on duty there seemed to be… a slightly smaller chance of Rodolphus trying to get him killed in the line of duty. “The job comes first, sir.” He said, giving Rodolphus a nod. “Speaking of, do you think it’s possible we might get a few new Aurors in the ranks? It’s getting dangerous out there, it would be nice to have the assurance of back-up.”

–

rod had known that kingsley was an asset to most aurors, the kind of respect that he had gotten was unparalleled and he knew that he couldn't downgrade that so he let it be, but with war going as it was he knew that kingsley would, inevitably, someone that he would have to eliminate  no matter how good they were but they were a threat to him and his family. though rod wouldn’t lie and say that he didn’t put work and his position no matter what the cause—”i will look into mr. shacklebolt,” he says earnestly, placing a hand on the others arms, “especially in our political climate—we need more aurors and hit wixes than we can get.” he lets go of his arm, “i thank you for your concern.”

[rodolphvslestrange]

alicemacmillan​:

it wasn’t that she was out of practice – she had seen more action in the last few years than most, her own little adventures and far too many close calls, what was currently daunting was the domesticity of settling down. she had proper paperwork – administration work to get settled in, official papers before she could get her hands on a case, everyone was off either filling their bellies or doing something far more exciting than she was as she wiggled about in her chair - what she hadn’t expected was anyone to pass through at this time - especially not the current head of department - her boss. 

“rodol–” she nearly started, saying his name in her head had started a casualness she couldn’t afford, “i mean – mr. lestrange - uh sir” red cheeks as the mortification truly kicked in, “officially unpacked” gesturing at her desk rather poorly as she brought herself to stand - that was more respectful, wasn’t it? especially after that catastrophic performance, “just completing the final pages of my transfer - thank you” she added, grateful their was a vacant spot – this wasn’t an easy job to get, “thank you for having me back –” 

while rodolphus had a part of choosing the new aurors that joined their squad, he didn’t have time to gloss over all of them though he wouldn’t lie that alice macmillan had something special about her, and though that might have to be because of her transcripts and all that she had accomplished among her short time until she decided to join their ranks, he had approved of her personally and thus far he hadn’t regretted it. he had watched her, flustered, to introduce herself before he had laughed genuinely, offering his hand to her, “welcome aboard,” he had said before withdrawing his hand, “i hope that you’ll feel at home here,” he knew that there were a lot of cracks within the auror system, but she had proven no bias, at least from the start, and that was exactly what they had needed. “and your partner is alright?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow, “i’m glad that you have found your fit here.”

[rodolphvslestrange]

oflestrcnges​:

         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 . 

rodolphus had often felt that he had meant to be a man before he got to be a boy—but here with his sister none of that mattered, at least on the lestrange estate—where he got to be his true self with her—no politics or anything else that there parents had orchestrated—he was able to be himself if for a small moment. he had shook his head in laughter thinking of the house elves who were worried in having to report their findings and rodolphus at that point no longer caring what their parents had to imagine as long as he held the their parentals intention and plan. he knew that it mustn’t had been easy on rosalind—the only woman to be born out of the lestranges, she had a much more complex burden to bare as the only woman heir—there wasn’t much that he could do with that other than to distract or get married himself but their parents had already arranged that so he took what he could now with this small limited time that they could as lestranges who had nothing holding them back. “i’m glad that i could make it easier for you,” he says with a rolled eye, shoving his shoulder against her own, “they had already given me the precautions of how smoking could ruin my political career,” he laughs now, knowing that it had made him more relatable amongst the masses, they were, if not after all, a family that kept public appearances, “i bought all this myself, rose, i’m offended,” he puts a hand on his heart before snorting, knowing that he didn’t have to act in front of her, “just enjoy your bloody sweets,” he says while taking half of her own that he had brought for her. 

[rodolphvslestrange]

@oh-lenore​ / @g-parkinson

rod didn’t do much social outings considering he was never able to really find the time, though it seemed that work events seemed to be about the only outings that he did nowadays, they’re a month out until december knowing it was one of the busiest times of the year but he knew that he needed to show face at one of these things. “tastes a bit flat,” he was mostly speaking to himself, drinking it again and shaking his head. he should have stuck with wine. he set the bottle down and made conversation with the people in the auror department, observing was one of his better qualities, trying to pick up on some useful information from non sober lips- people will say anything if they’re drunk enough he just needed to linger a little longer. “are you enjoying yourself?”

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@rcbastan​​

“i don’t know what you mean,” rod says nursing the cup of coffee in his hands, “i’m not hungover.” though the pounding in his head wasn’t as how bad they used to be when he was younger, it still affected his body in ways that he couldn’t convey. he didn’t even have that much to drink, it was halloween and they were celebrating the many family birthdays coming up knowing that they all lead such busy schedules, and if rodolphus was being honest? he didn’t want to deal with their parents completely sober even if he was their golden child.