#rodolphus001

[isaac-d-buchanan]

where: Lestrange Manor who: Isaac Buchanan and Rodolphus Lestrange ( @rodolphos​ )

Isaac’s skin itched as he made his way up to the front porch of the manor. If he’s asked why, the young wizard could probably give a lot of reasons. First off, ever since Noah gave him his assignment, he’s been forced to interact with older Death Eaters more and more. Whether it had anything to do with what Noah left him or not, Isaac can’t help but feel as if it was all intentional. It was as if they could feel his hesitation especially since they don’t exactly know that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

Secondly, there was just something about the manor that wasn’t right. It didn’t look right or feel right. It didn’t even smell right. But Isaac couldn’t really point out why. Maybe it just reminded him too much of his old life. A life that he never imagined he’d revisit. 

Thirdly, Isaac just... no longer felt comfortable in his own skin. It feels like something is always watching him, ready for him to slip up so they could take his life. And Rosalind’s. Being constantly under that pressure made him a stranger with his own self.

He listed about a dozen more reasons when he finally reached the door. At that point, he already felt like he was at the point of no return so he knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

[diggorydock]

where: Ministry of Magic Elevator who: Amos Diggory and Rodolphus Lestrange ( @rodolphos​ )

Amos wasn’t headed to his usual office under the Beast Division of the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Instead of heading straight to his level, Amos had to switch elevators to go deeper into the Ministry. He was told that he has a special assignment and needed to meet with someone else from a separate department. Amos could only assume that it has something to do with the werewolf attacks that were ravaging the country. Curious as to what the assignment entails, Amos didn’t dilly-dally and went straight to where he was supposed to go.

Upon reaching the elevators, he saw one that was just about to close. Amos ran towards it, not wanting to wait for another one to come. He caught the elevator just before it was about to close and saw a single occupant inside. They shared eye contact. Tension racked in the air. With slow deliberate steps, Amos entered the elevator and stood beside the man. Amos looked ahead at nothing in particular but they didn’t have to look at each other to be highly aware of the other person’s presence. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, “Lestrange,” Amos said. It was less of a greeting and more of an acknowledgment.

[literallyabagman]

where: Singles Night, Acid Nightclub

who: Rodolphus ( @xkilljxy )

Otto stood off to one side, bobbing his head to the music and sipping at his butterbeer. He was spending the night people-watching, it seemed - not in a creepy way, but rather out of curiousity. He was also trying to discern which men in the club (if any) were of the...liking men persuasion, like he was.

So far, no luck.

He drained his drink and wiped the foam off of his upper lip with his sleeve. He needed another one. He turned to head back to the bar - and immediately came face to face with a rather intimidating-looking man.

Otto squinted at the older man, assessing him for a moment - before his expression smoothed over into something blank. 

“Didn’t think old guys came to these things,” he said stupidly. 

[nxrcissam]

where: carnival grounds when: around 2:30 pm who: Narcissa Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange ( @rodolphos​ ) when: the afternoon 

Narcissa couldn’t help but think that the entire carnival affair was too pedestrian for the Malfoy family. It was another occasion where they get to rub elbows with lesser folk. Ultimately, Narcissa knew that they simply had to attend. Keeping up appearances in the public eye was important. And as much as she hated to admit it, she knew Draco would love the festivities too. She’ll just have to keep an eye out for the company they’ll be attracting. 

Walking around with her son in hand, Narcissa took in the colorful displays that the carnival has to offer. A familiar face came to view. Rodolphus Lestrange. Narcissa sighed in relief. Finally some decent company. With Draco in tow, she hurried over and offered a smile. “Good afternoon, Rodolphus. Draco, say hi to your uncle.” Draco obediently followed. “Is my sister skipping this year’s charity?” She looked around for her sister in the near vicinity. “I can’t say I blame her if she is.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

xx:xx, Lestrange Manor December 31st, 1981 @lexstrange

He's back home, after having assured Rogers he'd be gone for thirty minutes at the most- 'I just need to go get something', the lie passing Rabastan's lips far too smoothly without a chance for any reply as he'd swung out of the room with a wave and a grin at his coworker. He'd sent a letter to the Malfoys earlier, but who knew when Rod would get the news- it might be a risk to leave the Ministry at such an hour and time, but it was a risk he was surely justified to take considering the circumstances.

After all, it was always better to get things over with as quickly as possible, and he wasn't sure if Rod would forgive him if he left it for any longer. (The thought leaves a faintly bitter taste in his mouth).

Hesitation slows his motions, a sliver of doubt coiling in his gut as he stands in the cold, before Rabastan grimaces and pushes the door open- a backdoor, he wasn't feeling fancy enough to go in by the front gate, especially not for an occasion such as this. For a moment as he stands in the slightly darkened corridor, there is a sense of being lost- there are countless rooms in the manor, countless steps to trace, before he just follows his feet to where he thinks Rod would be at such a time.

The lit lamps seem to confirm his hypothesis as he nears the living room (well, one of them), but he has to pause before the door for just a moment, take a breath and pull back all his uncertainties before he can push it open- and it would probably be a little anticlimactic now if Rodolphus wasn't in there, but ahah, he is.

Though it feels a little anticlimactic, anyway.

"-Brother.” He starts, and there is a sudden swell of relief that Rodolphus is still here, safe- because Rabastan hadn’t been certain, not entirely, not until now and he could see with his own eyes. He stills at the doorway, just for a moment. “I was looking for you."