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Druella Rosier Black (reine_blonde) wrote in accersitus,
@ 2008-01-22 20:51:00

Entry tags:

*thread-inprogress, alexander lestrange (2020), andromeda black (1965), bellatrix black (1962), cygnus black (1974), druella rosier (1946), druella rosier black (1974), frederick lestrange (1974), meda lestrange (2020), narcissa black (1974), rabastan lestrange (1974)

More travelers arrive; various [DRB, CB, RL, FL, ML, AL, NB, BB, AB, DR]
WHO: Druella Rosier Black, Cygnus Black, Rabastan Lestrange, Frederick Lestrange, Meda Lestrange, Alexander Lestrange, Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black, Druella Rosier
WHERE: RoR corridor; entrance hall; ?
WHEN: January 1971; 1 December, 1001
SUMMARY: Cygnus and Druella watch Frederick disappear and then follow shortly after him – straight into the past. IN-PROGRESS thread.
RATING: TBD

"This is absolutely ridiculous," Druella said, stopping in front of where Frederick was pacing, attempting to activate the Room of Requirement, "I sincerely doubt they are hiding in there and who would be foolish enough to hold them captive in there?" Unlike her husband and their dear friend, Druella held some reservations about Narcissa and Rabastan still being in the school, but despite that she certainly recognized the sensibility of checking the castle, so long as the search was sensible which, thus far, it had not been. She frowned, ever so slightly – a facial expression that, while mild, revealed the true extent of her distress to those who knew the true deceptiveness of all her outward mannerisms – when the door appeared, but stepped forward just the same.

"Those who will be very sorry for their actions," Frederick said, reaching for the door handle. And then he disappeared.

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reine_blonde
2008-01-23 02:32 am UTC (link)

"Cygnus!" Druella's normal calm was rattle slightly by her husband's lunge forward and her action of the same, only aimed toward restraining him. She gasped his shoulder, not letting go even once it became clear he intended to draw his wand instead of grasp the same door handle. "Do be cautious, we have no idea what enchantment lays upon the room now if it caused Frederick to vanish after only touching the door." After a moment, she let go, assured it was enough to curb impulsive action, then drew her own wand and approached the door warily.

Executing a half-circle, she moved to the side with the handle and leaned down, body held carefully away as she peered into the keyhole, finding only blackness on the other side, as though the room had no lights in it.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 02:59 am UTC (link)

That they had no hint of what was on the other side of the door did not deter Cygnus as it perhaps should have, it drove him. He had been uncertain if their children were on the other side of the door up to and including the moment that Frederick disappeared. Now he had little doubt that somehow this door was pulling people inside...or perhaps something in there was pulling them inside? His jaw clenched, imagining what could happen to his Narcissa on the other side of the door.

Tracing his wand around the frame of the door, he tried to sense what was on the other side, what awaited them. He was tired of waiting, and being here just staring at a door like a simpleton. "Perhaps we should try it again." He said, his wand going up to duel whatever was on the other side of the door.

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reine_blonde
2008-01-23 03:09 am UTC (link)

While Druella certainly did not lack imagination, she rarely, if ever, thought that anything truly awful could happen to her family. It happened to others, but not them. Rabastan, by extension of being with Narcissa, was likely fine as well. However, she did recognize Cygnus likely was giving in to his own imagination now. Sensing his impatience and knowing restraining him much longer might only result in a fit of temper – and truly, she was in no mood to repair or replace Hogwarts furnishings, their own were another matter – she nodded in acquiescence and took up his non-wand hand, her own wand held also on the defensive. It was a seemingly open gesture in appearance, but there was definite purpose and reason to it.

"Together, then, to minimize possible separation," she said, nodding toward the door knob.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 03:21 am UTC (link)

Cygnus opened his mouth to ask her to stand behind him, where it would be safer, but he shut it a second later. She likely wouldn't listen, and they were wasting time arguing. Besides, they did have a point. Perhaps if this were some sort of trap she'd be out here alone, easily prey to something that might spring from the door after him, and he wouldn't allow that either. Damn all of this uncertainty.

Taking her hand, he reached for the knob with their joined hands. He let out a low curse when touching the knob failed to produce any results. He had honestly thought that the knob would turn, or at least let them inside or...something, but nothing was different, there they were outside of the same bloody door. "Well," he queried softly. "What now?"

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reine_blonde
2008-01-23 03:37 am UTC (link)

At first, Druella's only reaction was a patient pause, as if expecting whatever was meant to come to happen, even on a delay. When nothing did, she looked up at Cygnus, uncertainty briefly registered in her gaze before she pulled their hands back. When she did, the door vanished, which was startling but possibly predictable. However, what was not predicable was their surroundings. The portrait next to the door had vanished as well and, upon a brief glance around, most of the corridor's décor was gone or changed.

"Dear Salazar," she gasped, the oath soft but, given than Druella did not often resort to voicing oaths of any kind in startled gasps, certainly vehement.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 04:09 am UTC (link)

Cyngus's eyes grew wide noticing his surroundings change. Hearing his wife mutter the oath was startling as well, simply because she was such a lady that she did not often indulge in such things. "Come.." he said, his wand still at the ready but lowered to a slighly less obviously fierce position. He squeezed her hand. "Let's go see what manner of nonsense is afoot."

Steadily they began to walk toward the stairs, all the while he took in the small changes to the school. Something just wasn't RIGHT. And he couldn't place it, which made that more maddening.

It was when he got to the top of the stairs that he saw the boy. Rabastan. As the boy came into view, he had his head over his shoulder, talking to someone still just out of sight.

"So about this mysterious present, Father..."

"Rabastan!" Cygnus interrupted the teenager before he could finish his statement, and then Frederick was in view. Cygnus's eyes narrowed, wondering just what was going on. "Where is my daughter?"

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patriarche
2008-01-23 04:31 am UTC (link)

The moment she spotted Rabastan, Druella moved forward to him, aware even as she did of Cygnus' question. Despite her concern for Narcissa, she had somewhat of a duty to Rabastan as well and it would not do to be so hasty. With slender, beringed fingers she grasped Rabastan's upper arms, studying him with quiet intensity for several long moments before giving him a betrayingly affectionate squeeze to his arms and setting him free of her grasp. Content he was well and not under the Imperius curse or any other obvious signs of harm or tampering, she turned her attention to the men.

Frederick, for his part, was enormously pleased by the sight of Cygnus and Druella. Though he had suspected it would be some time before they arrived, judging by the discrepancy of time between Narcissa and Rabastan's arrival, it had not been a fact that pleased him. The Founders had been of little use, Meda continued to regularly baffle him while Narcissa and Andromeda's conflict perpetually frustrated him, Bellatrix seemed destined to dislike nearly everything he said and did, Alexander regarded him with some amount of reproach he failed to understand and his sometimes companion was the teenaged version of his closest friend's wife. Granted, the Druella he knew and the one here were remarkably alike, the younger very capable and an intelligent companion, but it was hardly the same. The only normal, non-frustrating aspect was Rabastan, this time granting him glimpses of his son he would not have likely been given for some time yet in their own time.

"Your daughter is fine, old man," he said as he strode forward, clasping Cygnus' had with a force that betrayed his feeling.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 04:48 am UTC (link)

Cygnus studied him for a moment, though his search was not as intense as his wife's had been to Rabastan because he wanted to believe Frederick, he wanted to believe that Narcissa was here and safe. Clasping Frederick's hand back just as hard, he sighed softly in relief. "Good. Because for a moment you had me a bit nervous, Frederick. Now, how do we find Narcissa, and how do we get back through the door, it seems to have disappeared."

Rabastan gave Druella a smile, glad to see a familiar face that was the proper age, but then he groaned. This process of explaining things never did seem to go well, as evidenced most recently by the near apocalpse that had come with his own father's arrival and Bellatrix's...disapproval. "You both might want to sit down." He suggested. "It's a rather long story."

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missmeda
2008-01-23 05:06 am UTC (link)

"Indeed," Frederick agreed, all ready anticipating the gamut of things that would be felt and said at the explanation of their situation and all the individuals who were here.

And then a shout broke both the slight silence and possibly the sound barrier.

"XANDER, XANDER, XANDER, IT'S THEM!"

It was, of course, Meda, who had been on her way upstairs with Xander to meet their grandfather for stage two of the distraction they had coxed him in to helping with for Rabastan's birthday. Narcissa and Druella were nearly done with decorations for the party they had planned, so they would not have to stay upstairs long. The shout came as she came to a screeching halt at the top of the stairs and and then, thinking not on the fact these people would have no idea who she was or that really, she should not run about screeching at the top of her lungs in front of people she knew would likely disapprove or that one did not physically launch oneself at armed wizards, Meda threw herself at Cygnus with an uproarious squeal of delight.

Beside Cygnus, Frederick 's eyes rolled skyward, a low groan escaping him even as his free hand moved out to prevent Cygnus from any instinctive defensive gestures should it be necessary.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 06:13 am UTC (link)

Cygnus froze when he saw the girl running at him, a stern frown forming on his face almost instantly. What on earth was she going to do, attack him? But then her arms were around him and, as he stiffened, he wasn't sure just what to do. Did one push her back and assert that such things just weren't done with strangers in polite society? Did he remain there stoically until she saw the error of her own way?

"Meda..." Bastan said softly, "he doesn't know yet, he..."

"Meda..." Xander's voice interrupted his father's, but it was softer. "Be careful, they have to explain things to him still, remember how it was when Grandfather first showed up? We have to take things slowly."

Grandfather? Who was this child's grandfather? Cygnus shook his head. The thought was not important enough to dwell on, not with Nar--

A cursory glance down at the child embracing him stopped him cold. Her features were much softer than Narcissa's, but there was something in the girl that spoke of his daughter, she looked rather similar to the way Narcissa had once looked when she was still a cherubic faced young girl. A second glance told him that the girl looked a bit more like his own wife than his daughter, but that...that was impossible. He felt faint but somehow he stayed on his feet. Indeed, he didn't even ask Meda to release him, just looked down at her with a hard, somewhat confused look. "An explaination, Rabastan, Frederick...or even these two can offer an explaination. Please."

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reine_blonde
2008-01-23 06:33 am UTC (link)

Clearing his throat, Frederick quickly evaluated what to say, how much to it to say and how much time he had to determine such things. A sharp look from Druella reduced that time by half in his mind.

Staring at the two before her, Druella began to piece things together even before Frederick spoke, at least in part, as the reference to their 'grandfather' and his arrival, Frederick's odd reaction to the girl's antics – for a stranger, if this was a child he knew, it was less odd but far more puzzling – and the boy's clear mark of Lestrange parentage made some conclusions sit far in front of the pack of possible explanations.

"We are in the past," Frederick said, deciding mincing words would do them no good and might even set off someone's temper which, given the family relation of all involved and thus the shared personality characteristics, could be a disaster in the making. "We have been pulled back to the era of the Founders, and we are not alone. There are others here who have come from times before us and times after us, such as these two. Cygnus, Druella, this is Alexander and this is Meda. They are Rabastan and Narcissa's children from the future." The details of times and realities and the rest could wait for the moment.

"Hi." Still not letting go, Meda beamed up at Cygnus before hugging him tightly. Yes, in all fairness, she should be gentler with him as he had just learned everything, but having him here, holding the flesh-and-blood man who she had never known beyond his portrait, was amazing.

While Druella had begun to suspect there was some impossible strangeness to do with family relations at foot, the idea of all that was still more than just a small shock. "I think I shall take that seat now," she murmured faintly.

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 06:45 am UTC (link)

Xander moved forward swiftly at his grandmother's words, conjuring a chair and helping her take it. "I know it's a lot to take at first." He said apologetically. "Meda..." He sighed, seeing that the girl still hadn't unhanded Cygnus, who wasn't looking so stable himself. "I apologize for her, she's missed everyone very much." There, that wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the glaring damning truth either.

Cygnus looked down at the little urchan who was still clinging to him, and then to Frederick. Had everyone lost their mind? "Narcissa has no children..." he said swiftly, giving Rabastan a cool look. "Unless he has taken advantage of this change in circumstances to do something to harm her, in which case you know, Frederick, I would be...less than pleased." He shook his head. "She's still in Hogwarts, it's impossible that she would have children of this age." He should have listened to his own heart, or more accurately his instincts. The fact that the girl--because he refused to learn her name and know her and grow attached before he knew for sure what was going on-- had rushed at him and threw herself at him, and yet she lived. That enough should have been evidence of something extraordinary.

Rabastan, thankfully, said nothign to defend himself. There and been enough arguements when his own father came, and he had no desire to insight one.

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patriarche
2008-01-23 07:30 am UTC (link)

Meda, however, had no such reservations about defending her father, as usual. "Grandperé!" she chided, looking utterly scandalized as she released Cygnus and put her hands on her hips. She glared up at him, bright blue eyes full of her mother's fire as they narrowed. "Dad would never hurt Mum and he certainly wouldn't take advantage of her and, honestly, do you think I've been magically gestated and aged or something to be the age I am now despite Mum and Dad only being here a few months?"

"Meda, for the love of all that is quiet and calm in the world, be silent," Frederick said sharply, having been about to help Druella but stopped when he saw Alexander doing so already, using the moment to study his grandson before Meda had distracted him. Much to his continued bafflement, she did not simply obey but glared at him too. He cast a telling glance at Rabastan, as if to say 'do something about your daughter' and then addressed Cygnus before Meda could resume.

"In 1974, our children had no children and are barely older than children themselves, yes," he said, then nodded to the children, "but Alexander and Meda are from the future." Now how far in the future, that was for a discussion when it was he and Cygnus were alone because of his fears about their children waiting so long, fears that Cecelia was some portrait in 2020 and not simply a happily aged woman given Meda's reactions when the talk of portraits were brought up, resignation that he was a portrait as well despite no one specifically having said so due to the way Meda greeted Cygnus versus how she had greeted him (leaving out entirely his behaviors that might have been a sound reason for her reaction had he considered it) and fears that perhaps Druella also had not fared well given the younger Druella's reticence on the subject, though far harder to recognize than with Meda, who had a dangerously open face at times.

Through all this, Druella had simply listened without comment, doing no more than quietly thanking Alexander for his solicitous manner. When Frederick finished speaking, she turned to look at the boy next to her fully, though 'man' would have been a more appropriate description. "That was very impressive wand work, Alexander," she said, indicating her chair, before moving on to her question. "now what is this about Rabastan and Narcissa being here for months?"

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fearedpatriarch
2008-01-23 08:03 am UTC (link)

Xander smiled down at Druella. She was everything he always imagined that she might be, maybe even more. She was so put together and organized and even more like his mother than she was in her portrait. Of course, none of that could be said, not now. "Time here works different." he said as simply as he could. "A few minutes in the time we came from could be a few weeks her, maybe more, maybe less. I'm not sure how or why but Dad and..." A sharp look from Cygnus made him reconsider his words. "F...Rabastan and Narcissa were here for a little bit and then Meda showed up. She didn't think that anyone else was coming but then I was here and..." He trailed off, as it got more complicated when he expanded things from the small circle of his immediate family. It became a virtual landmine of relationships when you considered Andromeda and the younger Druella and everyone else.

Cygnus blinked. He blinked again. Looking between Frederick and the boy, he gaped. "The future?" he quarried, looking apprehensive.No...that was impossible. "Frederick, I'm growing tired of this little joke of yours. Alright, you have made your point, where's Narcissa?"

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