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Bellatrix Lestrange (foreverloyal) wrote in anon_rpg,
@ 2012-07-03 21:50:00

Entry tags:

!07/1981, !thread, c: bellatrix lestrange, c: rodolphus lestrange, p: caitlin, p: gracie

Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus
What: Interaction
Where: Their home
When: Late Tuesday Afternoon
Status: In complete
Rating: TBD

The setting sun was shining the last flickers of light through the crimson curtains and onto the antique dark mahogany wood. Bella reclined in the room unburned by the grandeur or the ending of the day. Her eyes that were almost black enough to be described as charcoal stared down at the aged red wine which she idly swirled in the glass. Slumped back into the couch, she rested her arm against the wooden border and resisted the urge to glance at her cherished mark. Despite her desire for it to burn and for her to be summoned to complete her Lord's noble work, it would not offer her any respite tonight. It was a pity. It was not only the sight of her Master's tall thin frame that would have filled her with pleasure. Withdrawing her wand and watching filth bleed and beg before her could bring her nothing less than joy.

Just not tonight.

Even though she was the only one in the vicinity, she sighed dramatically and swung her feet back onto the ground. Standing her height was impressive for her gender as she swept from the room with a peculiar swagger as she sought out another form of entertainment. Her husband could be many things; occasionally irritating, but also a cure from her boredom depending on how he behaved. He was at least better than switching on the wireless and listening to gossip that would sound like the dribble that could escape her sister or mother’s mouths.

Stepping out into the beautiful wood panelled hallway, she strode in the direction of his study hoping he was there. She did not think her desire to see her husband could withstand more than a brief search.

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elderstrange
2012-07-05 06:16 am UTC (link)

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Rodolphus to spend hours in his study. One could find him there at any given point of the day when he was not working at the Ministry. Truth be told, he hated the room. Every moment he spent shut inside it was edged with disdain. The office had been his father's, which by default tainted it with hatred. That in of itself just angered him all the more. He wanted to be indifferent, and show no hatred for his father at all. To hate him implied that he cared, which he vehemently denied was the case. However, a crease in his brow had etched itself into his otherwise rather attractive face as he sat that his desk. The rich, mahogany wood complimented the rest of the decor. As was consistant through the manor, his study was filled with what was obviously very expensive furnishings. Simply the finest would not do; beyond exquisite was what met his expectations.

Many people could say they lived a double life, but Rodolphus likened his to a triple, or even quadruple life that he had to constantly keep up with at every moment of every day. First and foremost, he was one of the select few privileged enough to be part of the Dark Lord's innermost circle. He was also a highly ranked and regarded Hit Wizard at the Ministry. The two roles were both tightly woven and polar opposite. As if that wasn't enough, he was the heir and head of the Lestrange family. Though his father was still alive, Rodolphus had assumed nearly all of his responsibilities. That was what he was working on at the present moment. Keeping up with correspondence was without question the most ridiculous and asinine responsibility and he found it incredible tedious and time consuming. He could've hired an assistant to write his owls for him, or even ask his brother to do it -- but he had too much pride for that. He could do it all and still have time for a glass of wine at the end of the day. The fourth role he had was his role was to his family. It was different than his role as an heir because the people he was responsible to actually mattered to him. Difficult as it was, he somehow managed and did so without complaint.

He could hear footsteps in the grand hallway and afforded it a fraction of his attention by flickering his gaze toward the door. The pacing was too light and quick to be his brother. Bellatrix, he thought, and set his quill down. Salazar only knew what she wanted. He never really knew what he was going to be faced with when she presented herself to him. Either she'd express herself in some extreme emotion, or utter indifference. Her unpredictability was one of his minor obsessions that kept him interested in her. He imagined he'd find out what was on her mind in the next few moments. Until then, he picked his quill back up and signed his name at the bottom of yet another letter politely declining his attendance to some irrelevant social event.

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foreverloyal
2012-07-06 05:13 am UTC (link)

Passing by the elaborate hallways without displaying any interest at the impressive architecture and design, she stopped when she finally reached her destination. Someone who was more polite or proper might have knocked on the door before entering, but, when it was only Rodolphus hidden in the room, such thoughts did not even enter her mind. Instead she only turned the handle of the door and pushed it open. She was rewarded by the sight of her husband. Positioned behind his desk and the paperwork that was no doubt dull and pointless, her lips twisted upwards in what could be considered a slight smile. However, it was only as a result of victory in her quest rather than affection a wife would normally display once she found her husband.

Striding over to his desk she did not offer any manner of greeting but glanced down at the letter he had finished writing. "Saying no to another of Parkinson's balls?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow as she shoved some paper work out of the way of his desk and hoisted herself up onto the mahogany surface without a care in the world. "She will be so disappointed. Too bad I don’t care."

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