RP: A Lestrange dinner Date: 4 April 2006 (backdated a little because the muggles aren't all here) Characters: Rodolphus, Rabastan, Bellatrix, Lisa Location: Lestrange Manor, Upper Slaughter Private/Public: Private Rating: ? Warnings: - Summary: The Lestranges have a dinner party to put their collective heads together and come up with some solutions.
Rodolphus sat quietly as he waited in the dining hall for his brother and mate to arrive for their scheduled dinner. The room was cold, but he fobbed off such discomfort with extra thick fine robes, imbued with warming charms. A Christmas gift from Theodore's wife, he was content and pleased with such finery.
The idea of Dolohov's bounty was amusing at best, but it was a concern they could not ignore. At worst, he was a fly in the ointment, so to speak, but nothing more. He looked forward to Rab's thoughts on the matter, and they would give it due consideration. He had plans for dealing with anyone thinking to take advantage of this situation.
He'd not seen much of Bellatrix since Mortimer had arrived cowering on their doorstep a few days earlier. No doubt torturing him was the best medicine for her to help with the pox, and the occasional screams that echoed up from the dungeons pleased him immensely. The plan had backfired, but Mortimer had always known the price of failure was high, and now he was paying the ultimate price for his own lack of foresight.
Sipping on a warm snifter of his favourite brandy, he winced. He could still taste the pepper-up potion that he'd taken a while back. The virus was still in his system - he could feel it still creeping through the tension and aches in his joints. But he would not show such a weakness, not even to his brother. Another few days and he would be fine, even if his knee decided to play merry hell now.