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!"