#bellatrixblackrpg

[docdearborn-blog]

“Pass the firewhiskey, if I’m not completely intoxicated in twenty minutes you’ve failed your duty as friend.”

As soon as Doc had opened the door to his home, he knew that the Lestranges had had another miscarriage. His family had forgiven him for going into Magical Law Enforcement and Bella had slowly come back into his life. They still weren’t the same as they once were but every time she had lost a baby, she turned up on the doorstep of his modest apartment and the two would drink away their worries. Honestly, he was glad that Rodolphus was alright with their friendship and never questioned it. 

“Sure kid, I’ll summon Hattie to get the finest I have.”

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“Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Bellatrix trying to embarrass him in front of pretty girls was nothing new. He smiled at the pretty Irish girl he’d been speaking to before Bella had swooped in, hugged him and made such a silly comment. “Bella, you’re looking as lovely as ever. Have you met Miss Aoife O’Halloran? Aoife, this is Bellatrix Black of the Sacred 28. I must admit she’s usually a little more behaved than this.” With twinkling eyes he quirked a brow at Bella as if to say ‘your move’.

[docdearborn-blog]

“Did you just hex me?”

“Hmm?” He looked up from his book, an expression of faux confusion on his face. “Hex you? Why would I do that? It’s not like you were sitting there drooling over your intended and looking like a complete fool.” A grin spread across his face. “It was only a slight stinging hex, Bella. Do get over yourself.”

[rodolphusaleixolestrange-blog]

“Don’t ask, just run.”

Rodolphus would trust Bellatrix with her life, so when she ran past him in her wedding robes and told him not to ask any questions and run, he did just that. They’d spent enough time at their reception anyway.

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“We’re going to get caught and I am not getting detention for you.”

“Just another reason for us not to get caught.” Rodolphus grinned, pressing the two of them further into the dark alcove.

[rodolphusaleixolestrange-blog]

“You’re freaking out over nothing.”

Rodolphus stared at his wife, a dumb-founded expression across his face. “Nothing, Bellatrix? Nothing?” He looked over at his son who had a large bump on his forehead. After how hard they had worked to have their son, miscarriage after miscarriage and now he’d fallen off a toy broom gifted to him by his uncle. “I am going to kill Rabastan. Just what he was thinking giving a two year old a toy boomstick.” He growled, pacing back at forth. He couldn’t help but glance at Neso everytime he stalked back toward the two of them. He could see that Bella was trying to keep calm not to freak their son out, but he was too upset to play along. Every time he glanced at their boy, his gaze went straight to the bump on his head that was slowly turning purple. That only made him more angry. 

Seeing the promise to go after his idiot brother together later in his wifes eyes, was enough to keep him from completely flying off the handle. Taking a deep breath, he managed to still his feet for a second. “Of course. Silly daddy.” He forced a smile and crouched down to his son’s level. “I think we’ll put the broom away until you’re a little older, hmm?” When Neso nodded happily, Rod let himself smile and pull the little boy into his arms before looking at Bellatrix over the small child’s head and swearing revenge.

[rodolphusaleixolestrange-blog]

“Let me clean your wounds…”

He should have stayed out of it but Rod knew how much his wife loved her sister and Pius just hadn’t shut up about Bellatrix or her family and their former association with Andromeda, shit, she’d be Tonks now. Just the thought of that left a foul taste in his mouth, however Greengrass had no right to be shooting off about his wife and her loyalty to their beliefs. 

Perhaps he shouldn’t have started a duel, but if he looked bad, Pius looked worse and the older man would be too embarrassed to press charges. Beaten by a younger man. Rod chuckled even though it hurt to breathe let alone laugh. 

Bella had not been impressed when he’d shown up reeking of alcohol and looking like bloody death warmed up. His darling wife had just sighed and held open the door so he could hobble inside. She didn’t ask any questions as she wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him into the front living area.

“Let me clean your wounds...” “I love you.”

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“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“With quidditch finals so close, we’ve been getting trained a lot harder.” Rodolphus replied sheepishly. It was rare that the two of them have any time alone at school and while they were just studying, he’d hoped they would be able to discuss more than his quidditch injuries. “It’s really nothing to worry about, Bella.”