Rodolphus is a bad bad boy (rodolplestrange) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-06-01 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | retired: dominic mulciber, retired: rodolphus lestrange, time: 1998-06 |
Who: Rodolphus and Dominic
What: A meeting of like minds
Where: Lestrange Manor
When: Friday night
Rating: Probably NSF; talk of dark things 100%, maybe other things WHO KNOWS??
Status: Closed; in progress
Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre,
Senor, senors car avec les soldats
Oui, les Toreros, peuvent s'entendre;
Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs,
Ils ont les combats!
The sound of the opera, it's enthusiastic strains echoing off the rock walls of Rodolphus' study below the Lestrange manor, was just shy of deafening. A bottle of dark red wine, the label faded and dusty, sat breathing on a small table next to fine crystal goblets, the year '1924' clearly visible.
Le cirque est plein,
c'est jour de fete!
Le cirque est plein du haut en bas;
Les spectateurs, perdant la tete,
Les spectateurs s'interpellent
a grand fracas!
For his part, Rodolphus Lestrange sat in one of his large leather chairs, the music from the phonograph sounded fuller than it ought, a product of the charm he'd placed on the player. He wore his favorite smoking jacket and pajama pants, despite it being rather early in the evening for him. It had been a while since he had seen this particular companion, and they had much to discuss. Oh, it had been a fun few days. Rodolphus had been quiet for many years, keeping his torments to the helpless, like muggles-those who could be obliviated or easily disposed of. But it had been many very long years since he was released from Azkaban. The time was approaching for him to punish those responsible for his sojourn behind bars and for the downfall of his lord. He furrowed his very large brow and poured himself a glass of wine, the color so dark it looked nearly black. Like blood on a winter's morning-he missed that sight too.
He could hear the sound of the house elves leading someone down and smiled. Mulciber. He flicked his wand, lowering the volume of the opera to a reasonable level. He was quite interested in what this wizard had to say.
"Come in, old friend. I've just poured the wine."