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Frederick Lestrange (patriarche) wrote in accersitus,
@ 2008-02-27 17:53:00

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)

Interrogations; common room [ML, DRB, FL, CB, XL, BB, AB, RL, NB, DR, CD]
WHO: Meda Lestrange, Druella Rosier Black, Frederick Lestrange, Cygnus Black, Xander Lestrange, Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black and possibly Rabastan Lestrange, Narcissa Black, Druella Rosier and Cecelia Dymond
WHERE: BLR (Black, Lestrange, Rosier) common room, soon to be the BLRD common room
WHEN: 10 December, 1001
SUMMARY: Frederick intends to get the truth about the future after the young Cecelia's arrival sets events into motion. IN-PROGRESS thread.
RATING: TBD

Completely and utterly certain she hadn't done anything wrong, Meda had nonetheless made record time to the common room, bursting in the door to find her grandmother, the one of her mother's time, ordering house elves about in some frenzied burst of reorganization. For a moment, she stood panting in the middle of the room, staring first in confusion and then concern when Druella turned toward her and a pained, almost pinched look was immediately replaced with the woman's normal calm, even expression.

"Meda, dear – Meda Lestrange, have you been running in the corridors?" Druella asked, a pale eyebrow lifting sharply. "What did I say about-"

The door having only recently closed behind Meda, it flew open again, this time smacking off the stone wall with a thunderous bang that cut off Druella's scolding as Frederick strode into the room. He caught sight of Meda almost immediately.

"Sit, now."

With a sharp movement, Meda dropped to the floor, those bright blue eyes in all their expressiveness communicating her distress. She hadn't done anything!

"No, not the-" He cursed and threw up one hand, then advance on her, uncaring where she sat so long as he had the truth from her. The more imposing he was, the faster she would speak, and her on the floor gave him that very advantage. "I want the truth, Meda, the entire truth about the future you hail from, and I want it immediately."

Suddenly, this was so much worse than if she had been in trouble. Meda shook her head violently as soon as the demand registered.

"I can't, Grandperé Lestrange," she protested, locking imploring eyes on him. "I can't."

"You can and you will and-"

"Frederick, be reasonable," Druella began, but Frederick cut her off with a sharp gesture and a look.

"No! She will tell me what I want to know," he snarled at Druella and then returned the full ferocity of his gaze toward his granddaughter, whose eyes had grown nearly twice their size, "and you will do so right now!"

Meda could only shake her head, which only seemed to enraged Frederick more, for he cursed vividly before ordering her once more. "I said now!"

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fearedpatriarch
2008-02-27 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Cygnus was just on his way to find his wife (the REAL Druella as far as he was concerned) when he saw his grandson angrily shoving a few books into his bag. "Going somewhere?" He asked, a look of amusement appearing on his face despite the fact that the fight with the younger, the LESSER Druella had threatened to put him in a foul mood all day.

"Anywhere but here if Grandpere is unkind to Meda." He was certain that he was overreacting, but Xander wasn't about to sit around and watch his sister be bullied. He'd rather convince her to go to another part of the castle, out of the castle entirely if it came to that, than to see her unhappy. Xander would willingly give up the chance to see one of his grandparents, even if they were dead in his time, than to sit there idly and let her be picked on.

Cygnus shared his skepticism. "Frederick wouldn't dream of being unkind to his own granddaughter." he promised, resting a gentle hand on the boy's back. "Come, I was just looking for Druella, perhaps we'll find Druella and Meda together, hmm?"

Xander relaxed a bit. His grandfather was right, as he normally was. It probably was something completely benign, something that he shouldn't worry about at all. Still, Meda might want him there for moral support, so he followed Cygnus.

But when they neared the common room things like restraint and self control flew out the window. Frederick's booming voice was thundering loud enough to be heard even outside of the open doors, and Xander broke into a run. Cygnus, though not running, quickened his step, cursing softly as he wondered just what was going on.

"Leave her alone!" Xander shouted, moving to stand between Meda and her paternal grandfather. He was every bit of the best that two families could offer, and he had fire and determination from both sides. "You don't get to curse at her and talk like that!"

Cygnus came into the room, closing the heavy doors behind him. This was a family matter, and it was private. "She's just a child, Frederick." he said, his voice soft, reasonable. "There's no need to shout at your own granddaughter in such a fashion. Let's talk about this like civilized people instead of like Muggles, shall we?"

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missmeda
2008-02-27 11:46 pm UTC (link)

"You are correct, Alexander," Druella said, crossing the room toward where her grandson had just taken a very bold stance against Frederick, mostly to prevent this escalating from word battles to wand battled. "No one in this family does themselves any credit by behaving this way."

Treating Cygnus to a disgusted, near insulted look at the comparison to Muggles, and Druella nearly the same look at her lecture on manners, Frederick rocked back on his heels with his fists clenched. He would get to the bottom of this, he would get the answers he sought, even if he had to 'behave'.

"Fine." Pausing a moment, he cleared his throat, then began again, this time the anger at his son's behavior and the resulting sick fear he could not handle at what Rabastan had implied not communicated in thunderous demands, but barely-controlled growling tones. He had not retreated, however, and his tall framed loomed over both his grandchildren.

"Meda, I want to know what happens in your future and I expect to be told so now without hesitation." Forgotten were his assertions about keeping the future from other arrivals, for Frederick no longer considered himself a part of that, knowing as he did much about the future and assuming quite a bit more.

Again Meda shook her head, bottom lip trembling. "No, I can't, please don't make me," she pleaded, rising from her spot on the floor. "Please Grandperé Lestrange, you don't know what you're asking."

That was likely the wrong wording to use.

Fredrick blustered, heavy eyebrows shooting upward then furrowing. "Young lady, I know exactly what I am asking and I expect the truth! Now cease your histrionics and tell me what I want to know."

Except the tears now trickling down Meda's cheeks were far from histrionics, they were genuine and based entirely in the fear of having to tell anymore than she already had in the past, and especially in having to now tell him what others knew.