Rabastan Lestrange (am_rabastan) wrote in aftermath_rpg, @ 2008-10-12 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | * october 1999, - complete, rabastan lestrange, rodolphus lestrange |
And with you in your cold grave /I cannot sleep warm
Date: 12 October 1999
Characters: Rabastan and Rodolphus
Location: The vacation home, Essex
Warnings: it's the Lestrange brothers. There's mentions of canon death and general grieving.
Summary: Where the hell did Rodolphus go?
Status: Complete
Open/Closed: Closed because some things are just between family.
Rabastan cautiously climbed the stairs at the vacation house. He'd been through every room on the main floor and searched the grounds thoroughly. These efforts had resulted in one fact: Rodolphus was no where to be found. He was still home, Rabastan knew, because his cloak was still strewn in the hall. Rabastan knew because he had fallen over it and cursed a mirror to opaqueness over it. So, that left the upper level of the house. He hadn't been in his brother's room since he'd returned to the wizarding world.
"Ro?" He called as he started down the hallway. "Rodolphus, are you up here? Are you alive?" Rabastan had a hipflask, two shot glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey with him. Whatever reason Ro had for hiding, it would require alcohol.
The closer he got to his brother's room, the more confused he was. Was that Bellatrix's perfume he smelled? It couldn't be, why would it be? He shook his head, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. Bellatrix had been alive the last time he'd been up here, but that was years and years ago. Surely, after all this time, her smell would have faded from the rooms.
At the door to Rodolphus' room, Rabastan knocked lightly, hoping his brother would answer the door. "Come on, Ro, I know you're in there. Open up, you've been hiding for days." When there was no answer forthcoming, Rabastan tried the doorknob and found it was unlocked.
"Okay, brother, I brought the--What the hell?" Rabastan stopped short.