Even though he could never doubt his brother’s affection quite so much, the urge and desire to please him never really faded. His brother was a glowing example of what a Pureblood son should look like and all he wanted to do was ensure that he was someone Rodolphus was proud to call his sibling. As such, his goal of finding things to please the elder Lestrange was never really met, challenging himself to go that one step further. To think outside the box that little bit more so he didn’t become tiresome.
Despite the enjoyment of the quidditch that took him back to his Hogwarts days, he couldn't manage to switch off his craving to please. So he had acquired the best bottle of firewhisky that he could and tracked down his brother. “I made sure to order the best stuff.” Glass was held outstretched with a flourish, hopeful smile on his lips when he was certain that he had done everything right. “Drink with me. We can drink to future successes.”
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