#c:rodolphus

[theoforestgrayson]

Theo knew the potion might be a problem. He had taken the anxiety medication for a brief period of time after leaving home during Fifth Year, and the owner of the Hogsmeade Apothecary had become very familiar with him. Sometimes, when he wanted somewhere quiet, he would collect his prescription and spend the remainder of the visit talking to the elderly wizard, who was incredibly kind and more than willing to listen to him ramble about his favourite artists. Now, even after so many years, he could recall just how much the potions helped him, and after struggling to comfort Evan on more than one occasion, he had decided it would be good to keep some in his bathroom cabinet. That way, if Evan decided he wanted to take it, the option would be there. He knew the specifics, knew that the potion relied heavily on body weight and height. So he had taken Evan’s measurements and journeyed to the Apothecary on Diagon Alley. Not his first choice, he knew the old wizard from Hogsmeade wouldn’t question him, but he was terrible with Apparation, far too easily distracted to focus. And without a license, the village was a very long way away. “No...” He said quietly, shaking his head at the woman behind the counter. “It’s for me, the measurements are correct.” He swallowed, forcing himself to hold eye contact, not enjoying being dishonest but knowing there really was no other way. “Please... you don’t know how badly I need them.” @rcdclphuslestrcnge​

[ava-avery]

Chance meetings II Rod & Ava

Ava had been with the Ministry for a while now and she was starting to pick up on things. Not only about the maze that the building was -despite her mental block during the horrid attack- but also about the people that resided in her department. Ava had figured out where her supervisor would hide when she couldn’t be found, how the man at the desk next to her liked his coffee when she needed a small bribe, how the neat freak by the corner liked his papers filed. Small details that she could use to fuel herself forward. 

She had also learned who to avoid like the plague unless she wanted her ear chatted off. It was with a grimace that she spotted the top spot on her ‘Do Not Engage’ list heading her way right after she had started her break. In reality Ava had wanted to find somewhere quiet to enjoy her non-existent lunch but desperate times called for desperate measures, and instead she sidestepped into the closest door which she knew led to a larger caffeteria. She was silently begging for a familiar face she could latch onto until the guy -looking eager for a conversation- lost interest and found someone else to bother. 

As luck would have it, she almost crashed into one right after stepping through the doorway. “Rodolphus,” she called out in greeting, quickly stepping over to him. In a lower voice, she went on pleadingly. “Please pretend that we are engaged in a very important conversation- if my coworker catch me alone, he will launch into a speech about the practicality of different wand cores and I simply cannot take another hour of that.”

@rodolphus-whoisleft

[hisfirstlieutenant]

@rody-lestrange

After getting the letter, an owl pecking at Rod’s shoulder in his own goddamn dungeons, he, naturally, crumpled it up and almost sent it back.

However, in light of his recent run in with Emma, it was clear avoidance was getting him nowhere, only causing everything to blow up in his face. Perhaps it was not the best strategy. Rod was quite stunned, actually, by the calm nature of the message - but he knew Bellatrix better than this. If you read between the lines, the urgency might as well have been wet fish smacking you in the face. So shortly after deciding to show up, he threw the piece of parchment in the trash, choosing to at least not reply. Juvenile? Yes. Satisfying? Yes.

At 7:15, fashionably late, he entered the kitchens, fully intent on mocking the distasteful setting of their dinner. But as Rod was coming to sit down across from her, expensive dragon boots clicking on the floor because he liked to be ridiculous, he offered her a polite smile instead - maybe a little too polite.

“Bellatrix, how nice of you to finally show up. Even if I had to arrange us this dinner to make it happen.”

     She did not wait for anyone.

     Not even her intended.

     Six owls. Six owls she had received over the past month from her agonized parents, pushing their eldest to play nice with her soon-to-be husband and she’d promised, in the way that she always did, that she would not disappoint. But she’d been busy. A NEWT-level student with dedication to her studies and even more dedication to her personal academia, Bellatrix allowed time to slip, slip away until all that was left were a small stack of letters reminding her to do what was right. Begrudgingly, she’d sent him an owl and though she was not surprised he had not been so courteous as to reply, she had been surprised that he failed to show. Indifferent though she was to Rodolphus Lestrange, he was a suitable husband and each passing moment she’d spent in his company since learning their shared fate, she’d grown just the slightest bit more comfortable.

     But, still, here we were.

     Only five minutes past seven and he was making her a fool. Bellatrix pulled the pin from her hair that’d tamed her flyaway strands, removed her heels, and threw her arm across the table setting to allow silver dishes to clatter to the floor. House Elves cleaned up her mess and Bellatrix sat, most unladylike, pissed but ravenous, and dug into the food, alone. 

     Another ten minutes and the portrait swung open and in he walked, cocky and wearing the most ridiculous footwear, speaking to her with such an air of conceit that she was on her feet so quickly she’d had no time to process. 

     Horrific. 

     Slate eyes somehow bulged and narrowed at the same time. She breathed- in through her nose, out through her mouth...

     “Can I be of your service, Rodolphus?” Bellatrix asked, her words as sharp as knives though she’d reigned in her rage enough to set her expression to neutral.      

[bcllvtrxx]

* ∘⡊ ☆ﾟ*・⊹  bellatrix ⊹

“Husband!” 

Bellatrix strode through the double doors of her home with a sweeping gesture, her call echoing through the marbled entrance at a deafening decibel that would no doubt reach most corners of the great house. Bellatrix Lestrange was not a demure woman, cruel but in no way cold, her passions and presence were fiery in a way that frightened most, even as she sauntered through her beautiful life, home, her chin lifted in a proud way. She had been away for a short time, traveling in search of the perfect portrait to add to their growing collection, yet another tribute to their wealth and status. But an equally perfect excuse to stretch her greedy, small frame, somehow her very soul and limbs stifled by the opulence and domesticity that surrounded her.

“Rodolphus?” Her next call was not quite so loud, curious eyes searching in the usual places for his familiar figure. The space beneath her ribs stirred in an uncomfortable way, a sign that most would understand to be an ache, a longing, but that made the witch annoyed, as though her body had betrayed her in some way.  Her strides carried her quickly to the parlor and its promises of copious refreshment, her smile widening as she flung open the doors and eagerly approached a fully stocked cart, bottles arranged to entice. “Mama’s missed you,” she laughed, head thrown back with abandon as her full attention went towards selecting a glass, fitted perfectly for her palm. 

There was no doubt Rodolphus would find her, she reasoned as red liquid splashed against the clear cage, her doings were no mystery to his astute eye. Her impatience grew. The dull thudding in her chest remained distracting and as the seconds ticked by the pain of it inched its way up her throat.

// @viciousviscge​

[mostdelicatedaffodil-blog]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[mostdelicatedaffodil-blog]

Bella.

Her big sister, full of passion and heat, was now his.

[mostdelicatedaffodil-blog]

FMK: Rodolphus, Jaxon, Amycus

Well, this is a bit easier to answer than my other ones.

Marry: Amycus. We’re already such great friends so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to marry him. He comes from a great family and he’s a pureblood. We would have a good life, I think.

Fuck: Jaxon. While, I do think Rodolphus has more appeal, he is to marry my sister. I certainly would not engage in anything sexual with him. As for Jaxon, he’s a pureblood and he’s goodlooking, so I don’t think it would be terrible.

Kill: I certainly don’t want to kill Rodolphus, but he is Bella’s betrothed. It’s the only spot for him.

[dxgstarblack-blog]

January 1st, 1982 Ministry of Magic  @lexstrange

It was a cold night at the Ministry, albeit a busy one. And Sirius’ face was heated, mind reeling with his job as an Order interrogator and as a Janus member who knew exactly what would happen in a few hours. He wanted to be able to find his friends, to somehow tell them to leave as soon as possible without giving himself away, but before he could get to them, his eyes found someone familiar. Too familiar, really. 

Rodolphus Lestrange was someone he used to look up to greatly when he was a young boy, always following him around and wondering when his shoulders would get that big, when he would perfect the powerful coldness in his eyes like Rod had. And he’d been so happy that Bellatrix found someone like him, because he trusted Rod - he never thought he’d be the one to leave. 

“What are you doing here?” It was a stupid question, really. Sirius knew Rod probably came here because of Bellatrix’ arrest, and he didn’t exactly want to see him at the moment (after all, Rodolphus had kicked his cousin out and sent her his way). “You should go home. There’s nothing you can do right now and we’ll send her home as soon as the questioning’s over.”