monster.

rodolphus lestrange. 23. slytherin.

[thexstrange]

people say he's a monster.

Full name: Rodolphus Maximus Lestrange Gender: Cis Man Date of birth: January 1st, 1955 Nationality: English/UK (Liverpool) Blood status: Pureblood Wand: 11.5", dragon heartstring, black walnut Boggart: Being Controlled Patronus: Great White Shark Amortentia: Blood, ground pepper, lowtide Sexuality: Pansexual

a complete mama's boy, rodolphus was doted on by his mother all throughout his childhood. his father, however, is a hard, severe man who less than often gave rodolphus the affection and attention he needed.

despite spending most of his time with his mother, rodolphus took these cues from his father and applied the same ones to his younger brother, rabastan. he often overlooked the other lestrange, especially when it came to getting positive affection from their mother.

rodolphus grew up somewhat abrasive and controlling towards other boys, though seemed to have some manners when it came to dealing with girls and women.

rather than make actual friends, most of the boys who hung/hang around rodolphus only do so because they either fear, or respect him. he has a very small group of friends (maybe one or two guys) that he considers actual friends.

his family was a respected one, so his name earned a lot of notoriety as he grew. growing up with money, power, and a well known face, rodolphus was able to easily zip through his childhood enjoying every little luxury it had to offer.

during his sixth year at hogwarts, rodolphus' father began to be involved in the dark arts and would take the young slytherin to a few meetings and demonstrations. this is where rodolphus first begins to learn the temptations of the dark side.

rodolphus begins a secret dark arts club in his seventh year, but the club is disbanded when somebody snitches. rodolphus is given a months suspension back home.

during this time, he spent his days studying with his father and honing his skills.

when rodolphus was nineteen years old, his father was sent to azkaban after performing an unforgivable curse, though he was never told which one it was. upon visiting his father for the first time at the prison, rodolphus was attacked by a dementor. he was recovered by his mothers patronus, and was never able to perform one since.

rodolphus has attended one death eater meeting, and considers this his crowning achievement thus far. he does not yet have the dark mark.

more to come.

[hortusdea]

who: @thexstrange where: quidditch pitch, evening

Countless hours were spent within the greenhouse, yet there was far more to Penelope than that. Whatever time wasn't spend there was used to practice, fly around the quidditch pitch as though it was the next best home away from the plants. Especially the time in the evenings was often dedicated to it, wanting to make sure that whatever Gryffindor was going to face would end in their favor. It wasn't just the fact that the captain of the team was her best friend, no. It went beyond that. Penelope was too dedicated to let go of that.

She had been dashing through the air for a while when she noticed a figure down on the pitch, racing down to check just who it was before the witch hopped off her broom. Rodolphus Lestrange. Certainly not one of her team mates, that much was for sure. From what she could recall he was a rather tough player, though. Very much cut out for the part he played within his team.

Penelope's head tilted to the side ever so slightly. "Has your captain chased you out here or was it your decision?" There wasn't a hint of teasing in her voice and yet she couldn't help but wonder if that was how it would come across. Not that she would mind if it did. Perhaps that was the Gryffindor within her.

[thexstrange]

rodolphus only looks at the other borgin with slight distaste, not knowing anybody else to have been out on the pitch at this time. "i could ask you the same thing," he replies back, not making attempts at leaving as he straps his gloves onto his hands with masterful speed, not breaking eye contact with penelope all the while. "i've come for a bit of a ride, work on my balance." he shrugs without shame, the sun blaring into his eyes and causing him to squint.

"be a good girl and share the pitch," he instructs with a nod, setting his broom between his legs. "or maybe you'd like to have a bit of one on one for it." he suggests, before snickering. "or we could just play quidditch." he shrugs after a second, raising his brows at his own innuendo. "your choice."

[laurentborgiin]

Some things in life were a surprise. They came out of nowhere, leaving everyone to begin to try and process why and how something had happened. Laurent being sorted into Ravenclaw had not been one of those things. He, as a child, had always kept his nose in books and out of other people's business. He still did so now, preferring to let other people worry about things like business, politics, and other such things Removing him from a book was a difficult ask, though Laurent did, albeit reluctantly.

He wouldn't go so far as to call Rodolphus a friend. Down that path lay madness and possible peril. But it was safe to say that anyone from a family Laurent's parents knew had been the closest thing he had had to a friend growing up. Beyond Penelope, of course, but people looked at you oddly if you claimed your best friend was your sister too many times. Rodolphus always seemed a little brash, a little more headstrong and impulsive than Laurent was ever comfortable with. The man was like an erumpent in a wand shop.

"I'll be as cheeky as I want," Laurent cooly replied, though the smirk dancing on his face gave away the game. "Merlin knows someone needs to be with you." Watching Rodolphus pick up a book only to put it back a few moments later did turn that smirk into a small frown before Laurent managed to smooth it away. Slytherins so rarely had an appreciation for important things like books. "You did put that book back in the right place, right? You're going to doom someone to hours of digging if the thing is misplaced, you know. You might doom me."

Waving his hand once as if to discard some unimportant thought, Laurent added that he had just been researching what he normally was. "But seriously, you did file that back where it needed to be, right? I'm going to have nightmares of not being able to find what I need because someone misfiled it."

[thexstrange]

rodolphus appreciates laurent's ability to throw thought back and forth between one another, so conversation with him isn't particularly strained or tense. besides, it's rare to find intelligence at hogwarts - if rodolphus had had it his way, he would have ended up at durmstrang. but he always respected what his mother thought, and she thought hogwarts was best, he was in no position to argue with her.

rodolphus rolls his eyes at laurent's questioning a moment later, scoffing lightly at the man's ability to allow his true inner nerd to shine through. "lighten up, borgin. the world's not going to end over a bloody misplaced book." though he's certain it's in the right place regardless, rodolphus double checks for laurent's peace of mind. "you want to get your head out of a book for a bit? have a spot of fun?" he asks the other curiously, fingers tickling the spines on the shelf with emphasis.

[thelionshrtarchive]

If Regulus was able to conceal his anger before he wasn't the moment his brother was brought up. It wasn't like he even disagreed, his brothers actions as of late were despicable but it wasn't any of Rodophus' business what his brother did. It was a family matter and nothing more. "Well I'd still be a right sight better than you even if I did so I'm not too worried about it."

@thexstrange

[thexstrange]

rodolphus see's when he hits a nerve and he marks it down for use in the future - nobody wanted to be related to sirius black. he could understand that. "we'll see what a sight you are when you're face down in the pitch." he replies coldly , mind already turning as to how to teach regulus a lesson. he couldn't do anything right there; it couldn't look so obvious he was even after him. rodolphus will think of something, he always does. "watch yourself, black."

[sybillctrelawney]

“I sleep well at night, actually,” Sybill replied even if it wasn’t true. Although it wasn’t because of the safety of the school or the war. It was because of her mind, the things she saw, the visions of her father she was forced to see and feel. She was becoming worried that Rodolphus was adding to the list of things that would plague her nightmares and visions. She had a hard enough time sleeping she didn’t need that circling her mind. Blasted gift didn’t feel like a gift sometimes. “Warning noted,” though this time she didn’t point to her head and click. She didn’t want it to click.

…but it already was clicking. Dammit.

“Little crow?” Sybill asked, unsure where the nickname came from or why’s crow would have anything to do to with her. Probably nothing. He was messing with her head. And it was working.

Stop letting him in your head. He’s barely saying anything.

There was something in Rodolphus’ manner that bothered her. He wanted to follow her. That would leave him behind her. She didn’t like that but what choice did she have? “Well, you know the way as well, why don’t you join me up here?” Sybill was trying so hard.

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[thexstrange]

"well, aren't you lucky?" he smirks in reply, never having been a great sleeper himself. he senses her nerves in the air, he could almost reach out and cup them in his hands. it's almost a little satisfying. at her confusion he chuckles, but offers no explanation.

when sybill asks for company rodolphus pauses - she thought him to do something malevolent to her? the slytherin snorts to himself, before falling into step with sybill; he wasn't so stupid as to harm another student on hogwarts grounds. "do i make you nervous, trelawney?" he asks coldly, somewhat hopefully.

[thelionshrtarchive]

Regulus tried to be quick, he tried to grab the paper away before the ink had spilled but he just didn't move fast enough. Theres a brief moment where just how angry he was showed on his face but almost as quickly as it showed it disappeared and was replaced with the same, almost bored look he wore constantly. Picking up the container of spilled ink he sighed "Ah-You know, it's okay, My grandfather shook a lot like that when he got too old, had spasms just like that. I'd be quite rude if I held it against an old man like yourself."

[thexstrange]

rodolphus isn't smiling anymore, fake or otherwise, and his expression turns dark as he glares at regulus. "watch yourself, black. or you could end up worse than your disgusting brother." he spits in annoyance, his fists tightening at his thighs. regulus was playing a more dangerous game than he probably knew, but rodolphus doesn't care; he's angry and doing a poor job and controlling it.

[bellaaegis]

There was no denying that Bellatrix didn't mind the company of Rodolphus despite it very obviously being a connection pushed by their parents beyond whatever friendship, or other things, may have happened naturally either way. Thus it was no surprise that his words caused her to chuckle, nodding as she leaned forward. "I'm glad someone gets the hint. All we need to do is beat them at their own game." She hummed along. "Obviously. Can't have it any other way. I'll be damned if I let those wildcats decide who can have the most fun. Besides, it's our last year here. Would be a shame to leave with no lasting impression." Truth be told, Bellatrix Black had no doubt that her presence at Hogwarts would be one others would remember. Some fondly and, she had no doubts in that regard, others with relief over the fact that the witch was finally gone. But there was still time, enough to cause some more havoc.

For a split moment her grin turns to a smile before it becomes something far more neutral, the smile now mostly found within her eyes yet not at all gone for those who pay mind to it. "It was. I spent most of it in France. Such a beautiful place in the summer. A little too calm near the beaches for my liking but relaxing all the same." She leaned back again, relaxing into the chair. "I did get a chance to take a look at their ministry. Did you know their genealogy department is rather impressive?" Bellatrix had no doubt that said fact was not hidden among purebloods of their type, considering just how many records of the most treasured families it held. "I'm considering a position there." The witch was determined to make sure that whoever her parents thought was a good match for, they'd have to be up to the challenge.

[thexstrange]

"a beautiful place, for a beautiful woman." he speaks sincerely, thinking that france suits bellatrix very well. he's quiet for a moment when she mentions wanting to have a position in the french ministry, "so you've got your plans all settled after graduation then, yeah?" he adds after a moment in a low chuckle, picking up his cup of tea and sipping on it momentarily. he appreciates this about bellatrix; knowing what one wanted showed determination and strength, traits rodolphus respected in people.

he's got his own ideas, but france wouldn't hold him back from those - should fate have it the way his parents predicated, rodolphus is sure he can juggle what was in store for his future with bellatrix. he knows he can't disclose much of what he's got in mind for himself quite yet, even if he's got the inclination that bellatrix would eventually come around to it. "do you fancy going down to the kitchens for a bit of a peck at something?" he asks a minute later, his stomach grumbling.

[alecctoccarrow]

a closed starter for @thexstrange where: the slytherin common room

The sound of a sing-song "Rodolphuuuus" heralded the arrival of Alecto to the straight-backed chair she sat in as she sat down near the aforementioned man. She didn't say anything further right away as she was too focused on getting comfortable in the chair, pulling a pillow off the couch nearest her to stuff behind her back before Alecto settled back in and fixed her gaze on the older of the two Lestrange brothers. "Hello Rodolphus, you look positively dreadful."

He didn't, of course. Not really. Alecto had simply reached a point in her life where she refused on moral principles alone to compliment the man, lest his head swell any larger than it already had over the years. Nothing was worse than a man with an overblown ego. "It was a shame we didn't manage to go to the lake during that 'party'," Alecto added with a put-upon sigh. She let it sit for a moment, enjoying the quiet before adding on another question. "So, what are you planning on doing this year? Do you plan to make any progress with Bella? Literally any at all?"

[thexstrange]

the lestrange doesn't hold back his smirk at the song of his name, looking up from the daily prophet in his lap to watch his friend drop into one of the chairs, smoothing back fake hair behind his ear and gloating with a roll of his eyes. "alecto, dear, you're too kind." he snickers sarcastically, scoffing in jest.

he doesn't believe her, obviously, but their friendship has always been this way. rodolphus treasures it, really. for a moment he feels a bit guilty for not having gone to the lake with alecto - he'd snuck off for a smoke with emmeline, instead, but wasn't sure alecto would be pleased to hear the news. "shame," he agrees, though he means it. at the question he rolls his eyes once more, reopening the newspaper and pretending to read it. "i'm working on it," he promises curtly, though it wasn't progressing very fast. he was okay with that, at the moment. "why? what's she said?" he asks a bit too quickly.

[thcfallenstar-deactivated202401]

Where: The Black Lake When: After dinner; early evening Who: Open @noxstarters

Sirius was sitting with his back against a tree, enjoying the crisp fall air as he stared out at the lake. The giant squid’s tentacles were seen flailing about for a few moments before disappearing beneath the surface. On a different day he might have tossed something in its direction, seeing if it would throw it back like it did on occasion, but not today. Today he let the creature be, simply watching, a rare moment of quiet and time alone. Most of the time his friends were by his side but they were otherwise occupied for the moment leaving him to his own devices. His eyes flicked out over the grounds seeing if there was anything of interest going on. People sitting eating their snacks, or just standing around chatting, enjoying the outdoors, and then someone raced across his vision calling out a name as they gave chase. It must be a rat certainly as he didn’t think toads were capable of moving that fast and he didn’t see anything large enough to be a cat in the vicinity unless it had already outpaced them by a ways.

He chuckled as he watched with amusement, wishing he had some sort of pet to chase around, but he only had his owl, given his animagus form he was more of a dog person and had no want for a cat. He considered a rat, but a toad was far from his style. What he wanted was a crup but they were sadly not allowed, something he thought unfair as cats were permitted to wander freely and a smaller crup would be no different. Though the crup he had in mind was far from small, wanting to get one to match his animagus form, a body double. It would have to wait until he was out of school though. Another movement caught his eye closer by but he didn't bother to look who it was. “So what do you think the chances are of them catching it before it reaches the forest?"

[thexstrange]

rodolphus is minding his own, looking out across the lake as he pauses in his walk. he enjoys the peacefulness of the great lake, and much prefers to spend time alone when he gets the chance. he looks disapprovingly upon the scene of the person chasing their rat about, shaking his head to himself. aamon would never do that to him; he was a good, obedient boy. the perfect type of pet for rodolphus, who enjoys knowing somethings have easy weaknesses - like cheese. hannibal, on the other hand, tended to evade obedience just by a hair; though rodolphus forgives her. the owl was old and getting tired of life. when he hears sirius speak from a few feet away he turns only just slightly, a scowl making it's way upon his self-perceived perfect face at the sight. "why not go after it then? save ourselves the trouble of chasing you in there ourselves to join the rest of the undesirables." he spits with distaste.

[thexstrange]

2nd house: if you could only keep one of your personal items, what would you choose?

"a photo of my mother."'

[thexstrange]

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

"valentine's day can be quite fun," he smirks with a nod of his head, following with, "and i enjoy the christmas holidays."

[thelionshrtarchive]

Regulus only raised his eyebrows at the threat, looking genuinely surprised at it. He had a habit of pissing people off, his people skills were just lacking and he wasn't exactly friendly either. He hadn't thought he had been rude enough to pull that reaction out of Rodolphus though. "No, she did, I just forgot how much of an old man you clearly are, my apologies." Despite the threat, his tone was laced with sarcasm, clearly not taking it seriously, mainly because the idea of Rodolphus being old enough for him to earn any sort of respect based on just his age alone was laughable.

[thexstrange]

rodolphus has three years on regulus, and absolutely sees himself as his superior. if not for his age, then his purity - at least his brother wasn't a blood traitor. rodolphus chews on the inside of his cheek; he can hear the sarcasm in his voice and it doesn't please him in the slightest. he raises his foot and knocks it against one of the legs of the table, his face expressionless as the small vial of ink topples over and spills all over regulus' papers. "look at that. you've made quite a mess." it's an easy spell to clean, but rodolphus more focused on the intent of his actions.

[sybillctrelawney]

Rather than focusing on not being by him Sybill tried to invest in conversation. “Aren’t you supposed to be coming to Astronomy Club, Rodolophus? I know I’m early but we could walk together. Maybe have a chat before getting into things. You could even tell me what you’d like to talk about tonight. Input is always welcome.” She was hoping he would concede and remember what night it was. “If I can’t get by I can’t get there for everyone, including you! Come now!” She smiled, trying to walk again, however unacceptable. She breathed in again exasperated and annoyed at that point.

“I just want to get by, Rodolphus. Is that so hard?” She began tapping her football anxiously. “Please,” the magic word. Sybill knew that word wouldn’t work on him but she had to try. She was getting nervous. Why wouldn’t he leave her be? She had never done anything to him. She thought they were fine, though they only only knew one another primarily through Astronomy Club, but that was still knowing him on some level. He’d never given her reason to worry so why now?

“Hogwarts is safe.” her voice said shaking this time. “That’s why I don’t go to those other places. Rodolphus — please.” She squeezed her books to chest, scared that he might be right and she didn’t like it. Hogwarts had always been safe. How could it not be now?

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[thexstrange]

truth be told, rodolphus was just a dick sometimes. it was unfortunate that sybill was the one to come upon him in a mood, but she can't be blamed entirely, he knows this. rodolphus takes a moment to think it over and just scoffs, shaking his head before taking a step back. "whatever you'd like to tell yourself to help you sleep at night." he offers with a slightly judgmental tone. "but don't say i hadn't warned you."

he doesn't know the future like sybill might, but he knows something is coming and not even hogwarts is going to be able to keep it's students from harms way. there was a force much darker than what dumbledore could control on the rise, and rodolphus yearned to be a part of it. so he was preparing. "why don't you lead the way, little crow?" he smirks, motioning down the corridor.

[thexstrange]

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

rodolphus sighs in exasperation; a boring topic, really. "i've a mother and a father. a poor excuse for a younger brother." he pauses, wondering if he should go farther - the rest of his family wasn't much worth talking about. "my grandparents are dead, though i've an uncle on my mothers side."

[thexstrange]

What are some weird interests or hobbies you have that people probably wouldn't expect you to have?

"i enjoy writing poetry, i suppose that's not quite known about me." he has to think about that one for a moment. "i'm bloody good at it too." he adds with confidence, "though you'll never know."

[memedetonator]

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟. (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝐶.)

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

When is your birthday? What is your ideal birthday?

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

What's usually on your shopping list?

What are some general hygiene things you do? How do you normally do your hair? What kind of products do you use?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

What is it like where you live? How does it compare to where you grew up if it differs?

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert?

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

How do you feel about makeup? Are you any good at putting it on? Do you wear it often?

Would you say you are an introvert, or an extrovert?

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it? What would you do during?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

Have you ever raised a weapon towards someone? Was it in self-defense, or was it purposefully? What happened afterwards?

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

Tell us about something that's happened recently (asker can request a specific "vibe" to the story--happy, sad, annoying, funny, etc. if they wish).

If you were to describe yourself in a few words, what would those words be?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever had surgery?

How often do you cry? Do you happy cry, or do you mostly cry in sadness?

What are some weird interests or hobbies you have that people probably wouldn't expect you to have?

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it?

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

Do you have any crushes at the moment? If so, do you think you will ever tell them? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?

Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Would you ever consider starting a family? How do you feel about getting married, having kids, and potentially settling down?

What are a few things (or one thing) you want to do before you die? Why?

Are you happy in your own skin? If you could change something about yourself, would you, and what would it be?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

[thelionshrtarchive]

Regulus is almost immediately irritated with Rodolphus the moment the other sits down. Mainly because the new company was pulling him out of groove he was trying to get himself into. There was such a fine line between enough noise and too much and apparently Rodolphus sitting at his table crossed it, his essay was just never going to get done at this rate. "'M fine, Just finishing this up." he said, his eyes trained down on his paper still, his tone giving away he was very obviously not paying attention to the other, instead, trying to cling onto the rapidly draining focus. He only looks up and properly pays attention when the other starts to poke at him, drawing a heavy sigh from the youngest Black. "Only ever in your presence, Lestrange." He quipped back.

[thexstrange]

the corner of rodolphus' mouth twitches slightly in irritation; he didn't appreciate being talked to like that, especially by a younger man. "best to find your manners, black. wouldn't want that head of hair getting harmed." he threatens lightly, taking a quill from his bag and twirling it around in his fingers for a few moments. "didn't your dear mother ever teach you to respect your elders?" he adds with a pointed look, brow raised.