Role Reversal | AU
1990, August
Divorced and disowned: many might have been most upset by life turning out such a way, but not Rodolphus. He had not wanted to be married anymore than he had wanted to be heir for their so-called noble and prestigious house. That was all a load of rubbish. There were better things to do with life.
Gambling for one, and drinking for another.
But poor luck at the former and much overindulgence in the latter had him out of coin. Here was hoping the wards at the Lestrange estate were still friendly to him. A less than graceful exit of from the flooplace later, Rodolphus was in his brother's office---and of course, immediately heading towards the decanter. Whiskey would make this easier for both of them.
"Well met, Lord Rabbit, how is our disfigured wife?"
Probably not the greeting that was going to win him brownie points, but no matter. He didn't have to charm Rabastan. Annoying his brother could be just as effective at getting what he wanted from the man.
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