rodolphus lestrange is living true crime. (actualised) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-12-06 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur weasley, rodolphus lestrange |
WHO: Arthur Weasley and Rodolphus Lestrange
WHAT: Rodolphus stops by to have a chat with his Ministry bff
WHERE: Arthur's office, Ministry
WHEN: Wednesday 6th December, afternoon
WARNINGS: Threats and stuff u know
Rodolphus had visited the Ministry partially to see his brother and partially because he enjoyed walking through the halls, his head high, shoulders back, confidently secure of his right to be there. The Ministry had been off limits to him for a long time: it wasn’t any longer. There were those who ducked their head when he walked past, avoiding eye contact, shrinking away from his presence as if it was burning them. Rodolphus kept the smile on his face. He loved it. Nodding at a man who had been flickering his gaze from Rodolphus’s face to his files, he watched the man stumble for a second. “Do you need some help?” he asked. The man violently shook his head and darted away, mumbling his no thank yous. It pleased him and meant that when Rodolphus entered Arthur Weasley’s office there was an extra bounce in his step. “Good afternoon,” he said, and shut the door. “It’s a pleasant day, isn’t it, Arthur?” His day had been going well, or at least what he would take as a good day in these times. The voice that pulled his attention from his report was not one that brought him comfort or pleasure. Looking up he saw Rodolphus Lestrange. Arthur really could not get used to seeing the likes of his kind out free, roaming the halls of the Ministry, or better yet being employed by it like his brother. But he forced something akin to a smile on his face, perhaps more of a grimace. “Yes, very pleasant,” Arthur responded noting the shutting of the door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Oh, I thought we could have a little catch up,” Rodolphus said, lightly. He was still grinning, moving around the edges of the office, taking note of everything in it. He had expected an explosion of filthy muggle eccentricities. There weren’t quite as many as he expected but sitting on the shelf was a small rubber duck. Rodolphus gave it a quelling look. “Tell me. How’s the muggle obsessions going?” A little catch up? Arthur refrained from rolling his eyes. Catching up with Rodolphus was not high on his list of things to do. “Yes, I suppose it has been some time you’ve had the freedom to have a little catch up.” The fact he was free was a good enough sign of who was really in charge of the Ministry. Arthur watched Rodolphus not sure what to expect from him. “It keeps me interested, but I wouldn’t call it an obsession. An interest, or a passion, perhaps.” He tried his best not to sound annoyed. “Really?” Rodolphus said, with a light in his eyes. He walked to the shelf, picking up the rubber duck. He held it gently for a moment and then squeezed it. It made a loud, high pitched noise and Rodolphus blinked. “This isn’t the sign of some passionate obsession? One doesn’t negate the other, of course. I’ve been made quite aware of that during my time on earth.” He was smiling as if it was a friendly chat they were having, but Rodolphus knew that Arthur hardly appreciated his presence. It made his smile sharper. Arthur watched him as if he didn’t trust taking his eyes off him for one second. As Rodolphus squeezed the rubber duck he stood up from his desk. “No, I don’t think it does. I think the interest makes sense given where I got my start in the ministry and it is not unreasonable to have collected a few things.” Arthur walked over to him and held out his hand. “Now, please return my rubber duck.” “It's rather pathetic,” Rodolphus said, mildly. He squeezed the duck again, a spiteful decision, and then he put it into Arthur’s hand. “Then again, I don't suppose that's unusual for you. How's the family, Arthur?” He moved to the chair and sat down. The word pathetic caused no stir of annoyance, he didn’t care if someone like Rodolphus thought him pathetic. Not worth his time to try and change his mind. Though he felt a chill run over him as he heard him ask about his family. A death eater talking about his family was not something he appreciated. Placing the rubber duck rather firmly back on the shelf it made a weak wheezing squeak. “They are fine,” he said trying to keep any negative tone from his words. “Doing just great.” He muttered, which was true even if things were still stiff between Percy and himself. “And yours?” He asked through almost gritted teeth, as if to try and proceed as if this was a normal conversation. “Wonderful to hear it,” Rodolphus said, effusively, with a large, wide smile, as if they were old friends exchanging pleasantries. He shifted in his seat and inclined his head. “My wife is as lovely as ever — she does have some great ideas to keep ourselves occupied. It’s very important to keep busy, don’t you think?” He looked at Arthur with real interest. Arthur tried his best not to shudder at the mention of Rodolphus’ wife and what could keep her busy. It was her and her friends ideas to keep busy that kept the Order occupied. “Yes, very important,” Arthur agreed trying to continue the act of pleasantries even if he knew what was actually being discussed. “I imagine it is a different sort of free time,” Arthur couldn’t help but add as he sat back down in his chair. “Yes, we deal with the muggle nuisances and mudblood lovers and then we have the real free time. We must take care of our missions for the Dark Lord first,” Rodolphus said, with a sharp grin. “I just celebrated my fiftieth, so we’re going to have to do something big soon, I imagine. What about yours?” “Ah yes your lord’s mission,” He was trying to to react so viscerally to the word mudblood. “I hear there is a group of vigilantes you’ll have to go through.” Arthur shrugged trying to keep his cool. “My 50th? Oh there is some time yet before that.” Arthur said a bit cheeky he couldn’t help it. “Really?” Rodolphus asked, surprise evident. “Merlin, no one would think that.” He gestured at Arthur, hand sweeping from his face (haggard, Rodolphus was sure) down. “I’m still younger than you,” Arthur said in a petty response. Sure he was a little run down and age was showing in the laugh lines, but he had the pleasure of raising seven kids and enjoying like. “Laugh lines come from being able to enjoy your freedom and raise a family.” Arthur said rather matter of factly and started to pick up some pieces of parchment for his report. “Now, is there a specific reason for your visit? I do have work to do here.” “Oh, yes, of course,” Rodolphus said, rising. His movements were suddenly swift as he straightened his blazer and took towards the door. “You must get on with it.” He was smiling, kind and genial now, though his gaze was sharp. Pausing in the doorway, he said, “I would suggest you check on your son before you go back to work, Arthur. Goodbye.” He left. |