It's beginning to smell of gasoline
The cold was trying it's best to invade the thick dark manor walls during it's evening hours, mid-winter certainly being a fucking pain in the ass. Mr Lestrange was stuffing his mouth with food, bragging loudly about his oldest's son acomplishments, fingers greasy and just a tad too chubby as he reached for yet another chicken wing. Perhaps the man had been a good looking man some years ago; but bad maintaining had surely ruined that. No wonder his wife killed herself, people would whisper as he walked past them.
He had invited Cygnus Black for yet another dinner to discuss the wedding plans for their children. Honestly, it was just yet another bad excuse to show off his wealth and brag about himself. He was just precisely the kind of father who would use his children's achievements as a way of bragging about himself. Only tiny detail he wasn't too fond about was why Cygnus had to bring that wife of his. Druella Black was a beautiful woman, and for a chauvinist like Mr Lestrange, that simply angered him. She should stay at home, and carry further some more children, more pricisely a son. Poor Cygnus Black, no son to lead forward the heritage (Heritage for royally crazy, anyways). Mr Lestrange held quite the pride in having not only one son, but two. He preferred not to think too much about the fact that just maybe Rabastan wasn't his.
"You should of seen him, he was M A R V E - " a loud crack from the fireplace interupted him. To Mr Lestrange's absolute horror, it was his younger brother stepping out of the fireplace, a big wide, almost manical, grin on his face. "Oh, I didn't know you had visitors!" Kolgrim beamed all too innocently, as he made his way to the table. "Greetings, Cygnus." though he barely acknowledged him, his attention to Druella. He took her elegant hand in his, bringing it to his cold lips. "Kjære, Druella, what a pleasure to meet you again." he smirked, his eyes quickly glancing towards Cygnus. He wanted to know if he could get a rise from him. Pulling away from Druella, he snatched the chicken wing from his brother's hand. "Tsk, you're too fat already, brother." "half-brother." "Oh, don't mind the trivialities." Kolgrim snickered as he took a seat in the small dinner party.
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