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Andromeda Tonks (bornblack) wrote in lockewood,
@ 2010-02-02 11:29:00

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andromeda tonks, rodolphus lestrange

Who: Andromeda Tonks and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: Andromeda goes to get her things from her old cottage and runs into her new "cottage mate".
When: Tuesday, morning.
Where: No. 29 Quills St.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

Andromeda, in truth, had been avoiding going back to her cottage ever since Ted arrived. Not only did she not want to leave him for fear that he wouldn't be there when she got back, but she also didn't want to risk running into her new "cottage mate". Skeeter had a sick sense of humor. She was, of course, grateful beyond belief to have her husband here, even if he was 26 years older than her (in truth, she rather liked how he looked now, though she worried he might think her too young at some point). However, Ted's arrival also brought with him a few others as well - one of them being Rodolphus Lestrange. There was no doubt in her mind that Miss. Skeeter knew of their relation and instead of sticking him in some cottage on the far end of town, she had decided to give him room and board with Andromeda. It was a good thing Ted had come when he did, otherwise what would she do? She refused to room with him and she didn't want to inconvenience her daughter and grandson. Some part of her was aware of the fact that they probably wouldn't mind, but she also didn't want to admit to being afraid of Rodolphus Lestrange .. which she was.

He scared her a bit; His mere presence, the things he stood for, everything about him. He was just wrong. To her, he was one of those people that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up when he approached and she really didn't want to run into him. However, she did need a few things and she figured she ought to get it over with. She had already gone over to get the puppy her and Dora had bought last week. Badger had been all too happy to see her but instead of getting what she needed then and there she bolted. She rather regretted it now as she fumbled with her keys, eventually finding the correct one and quietly unlocking the door. Hopefully he was asleep or just -- not here.

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sparetherod
2010-02-04 04:07 am UTC (link)

The house had been almost eerily quiet ever since Rodolphus had arrived. At first, he had enjoyed it. It was almost offsetting, to have so much space all to himself - and there were no screams, which was a more than welcome change of pace. However, the truth of the matter was that he tended to love being around other people. He felt almost as if he had too much time to himself, which meant that he had too much time to think about everything that had transpired, which usually wasn't a good thing. He had taken to reading a lot and walking about the town quite often, typically just smoking. Still, he couldn't help but wonder when his roommate was going to show up. Aside from the brief interlude with Ted that he'd had in the journals, he'd neither seen nor heard Andromeda.

He considered this a great shame. Fresh from Azkaban and with little promise of a renewed cause, Rodolphus was certain that he was going to be living mostly for his own pleasure. He had no real intention of hurting Andromeda in any way - what would be the point? But that didn't mean that he wasn't incredibly amused with their housing situation. To reinforce his own near-delight with the situation was the fact that Andromeda was clearly avoiding their cottage. What could be better? Of course, it could have been that Ted was trying to keep her away - and he certainly wouldn't have minded toying a bit with Ted either. The man was clearly far too high strung, if his comments were anything to go by. Work was going to be a singular pleasure. But, he was quite sure that she was going to have to be back sometime. He had halfheartedly peeked about and was able to see that there were plenty of her things here. She couldn't avoid him forever, in any case.

He was sprawled out on the couch in the main room, a book open on his chest as he lazily smoked when he heard the click of the key undoing the lock. He remained where he was, but a rather pleased smile curled across his face. He jiggled one of his feet a little and leaned toward the edge of the couch a little, so that he would be able to see who was walking inside.

"Welcome home," he said pleasantly.

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bornblack
2010-02-04 04:48 am UTC (link)

For a moment, and a brief one at that, Andromeda thought her plan had worked. She truly believed that Rodolphus was just sleeping or simply out since this town did boast a lot of sights at first and he was relatively new to Lockewood. The house was so quiet as well, it allowed her to relax, to even comfortably slip out of her coat. Though she was happy with Ted, she did feel bad that his room mate seemed to be a bit put out. She didn't want to leave, certainly not to room with Rodolphus, but she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable either. It was a confusing situation, one she was unable to figure out which frustrated her beyond belief. So lost in her thoughts was she that she didn't even notice Rodolphus until he spoke up. Of course, when he finally did, Andromeda let a surprised noise slip out, dropping her coat (since she had been about to hang it up but hadn't quite reached the rack yet), and spinning around to see who was there. It was a reflex, of course, because she knew who was there. Who else would be aside from her brand new room mate?

"Rodolphus" she said, a wave of nerves washing over her as she looked at him. Andromeda had known Rodolphus for as long as she could remember. Well, at least she had known of him. In her family's social circle, the Lestranges were very well respected and as such she had always been made aware of their sons - Rodolphus and Rabastan. Younger than both of them, they had always seemed so out of reach to Andromeda who wasn't anything special really. They were just distant figures to her, untouchable, unapproachable, and really - a little frightening. She tried to think of something more to say as she stood there before him but found that the only words she could think of was, "You startled me." Of course, given her previous actions, it was unnecessary to point that out to him.

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sparetherod
2010-02-05 02:34 am UTC (link)

Oh, that little noise that she let out. It truly warmed something inside of him. At the same time, he couldn't help but study her. She was younger. She was maybe about Bella's age or, perhaps, just a little older. Still, she could barely be more than a teenager. She just looked so incredibly young. Defenseless, his mind couldn't help but add. How intriguing it was that Ted had allowed such a little girl to venture into the house by herself. Perhaps, he thought a bit slyly, she had slipped over her all on her own. Was it possible that Ted didn't know that Andromeda had journeyed back to where she was supposed to be living? He didn't know. Maybe he would broach the subject.

But first.

"Evidently," Rodolphus answered silkily, his gaze sinking down to where the fabric of her coat was now curled on the floor. He got up from where he had been on the couch, leaving the book on the arm of it. He leaned down to where there was an ashtray resting on the floor and calmly stubbed out his cigarette before heading across the room to where she was standing. He bent to pick up her coat, letting it hang off of his fingertips as he offered it to her.

"You dropped this," he said simply.

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bornblack
2010-02-05 03:10 am UTC (link)

Well. Of all of her 'brilliant' ideas, this was by far the one that had proved her wrong the quickest. Nodding stiffly as he responded, she stood her ground wondering what she ought to do now. What was proper etiquette in this situation? -- Was there any proper etiquette for this situation? She wasn't sure. She sort of wanted to just keep walking, step right over her coat and go to her room without another word but that would be rude. Did she care about being rude? No because he was a Death Eater, right? Yes. He was. She had come from a time before all that, before all the madness, but she knew what Bella did and this was her husband so - well, Andromeda sort of figured he had done things just as bad. Which only served to make her more nervous.

Watching as he stood, she kept her eyes trained on him as he stubbed out his cigarette, as he crossed the floor, and then he was standing in front of her, holding her coat out and she was giving yet another stiff nod as she took it. "Right. Thanks." she said, unwilling to turn her back and hang it up. Clearing her throat she said, "I won't trouble you for too long. I just need a few things." she said, taking a step back so she could hang the coat up.

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sparetherod
2010-02-08 05:30 am UTC (link)

"Oh, it's no trouble at all," Rodolphus answered, his amusement evident in his voice. He could sense just how nervous she was, could hear it in that careful little way that she cleared her throat. He didn't move away from where she was standing at all, even after she accepted her coat, but remained within a few feet away from her, so that, really, if he wanted to, he could reach out and just touch her. Not that he had any intention of doing so - not just yet - but it was nice to keep his options open and he rather suspected that the closer he was to her, the more nervous she was going to become. However, he didn't move any closer when she did step back to hang her coat up, although he did note that she was refusing to turn her back to him.

"But, my, you are so very young right now, Andromeda," Rodolphus noted in a voice that could almost be a drawl, his gaze dragging briefly along her frame, a motion done more for her own discomfort. "Are you even out of your teenage years right now?"

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bornblack
2010-02-08 06:07 am UTC (link)

She could hear the amusement intricately laced in his voice as he spoke to her and it made her angry. Andromeda was a calm woman, a kind woman, but she also had a temper and she could feel it building up with him standing so close. Of course, her nerves sort of counteracted it since she knew what Rodolphus was capable of but all the same- she wanted to slap him for the way he was speaking to her. And looking at her.

Just the feel of his eyes on her made her feel violated and degraded, but that was probably what he wanted. She didn't like people looking at her like that- like she was a piece of meat. The only person who was allowed to appraise her figure, or so to speak, was Ted and Rodolphus Lestrange was most certainly not Ted. In fact, he was the exact opposite. And, Andromeda was quite certain, if Ted was here he would punch Rodolphus for eying her like that. She should have brought Ted. Not that she encouraged fighting but all the same, she wished he would back off. "Yes" she replied simply, arms folding over her chest as it that would somehow hide herself from him. It was a protective stance. "Like I said though, I won't be here very long. I just needed to get a few things." she said dismissively, venturing another step away from him. She just wanted to go to her room, get her things, and be off.

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sparetherod
2010-02-09 05:10 am UTC (link)

"Does that mean you'll be scurrying back to Ted's quite soon?" he inquired languidly. Really, he could only assume that she actually was staying with Ted, but he had little reason to assume otherwise. It certainly wasn't as if either Ted or Andromeda had offered up any extra information about her whereabouts. At the same time, he couldn't wonder how much of her disappearing act had to do with the fact that, was as far as Rodolphus could tell, Ted had recently arrived here or his own arrival in the place that she considered a home.

"And just what," Rodolphus continued, because honestly, he just needed to press. He needed to see if he could rile her up, because he rather suspected that this encounter was going to be relatively short - although, interestingly enough, she hadn't actually left the room yet. He rather suspected there were some other reasons for that besides the pleasure of his company. "Does darling Ted think about this nearly-teenage body?"

His voice was almost a drawl; his tone wasn't quite provocative, but the question was clearly poised to be such. He ignored the fact that she was trying to politely escape the room entirely. If she really wanted to leave, he had no doubt that, eventually, she would decide to ignore manners and leave.

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bornblack
2010-02-09 05:24 am UTC (link)

"It means I won't be here long." she replied, face remaining neutral though she kept her temper in check for now. It was rather obvious that Andromeda was staying with Ted. Of course, if Rodolphus didn't know for sure, she wasn't about to tell him freely. It wasn't a big deal if he knew, but she didn't want to tell him anything or speak to him beyond what was absolutely necessary. She had been so grateful when Ted had arrived, both because she had missed him so much and because with his addition to the village had come Rodolphus. Had he not arrived, she might have asked Teddy to stay on his couch or maybe Regulus since he didn't have a room mate. Anyone other than him.

Tilting her head, lips pursed, as he continued, her body stiffened and she remained silent. Ah. Quite the touchy subject for Andromeda who constantly worried her age would affect her relationship with her husband. Her jaw clenched at his implication, chin jutting out defiantly. "I fail to see how that's any of your business Rodolphus Lestrange." she said rather haughtily, arms tightening over her chest as she gave him a right stern look. "Like I said, I'll just be getting a few things." she said, fed up now and while she felt uncomfortable doing so, she moved to brush past him and get to her room even though that meant letting him out of her sight.

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sparetherod
2010-02-12 03:57 am UTC (link)

Oh, that look. It just said everything, didn't it? Rodolphus felt terribly addicted to that expression already and was exceedingly proud that he had been able to get her to make sure a face from a simple, verbal question. His interaction with Andromeda had always been extremely limited. Really, for the majority of the time that he had been connected with the Black family, she had been outcast. He had never known her in the same way that he knew Narcissa. And despite the rejection of her family, he could see the same regality, that same undefinable atmosphere, that seemed to surround all Black women.

He didn't flinch away from her stern expression and tried to control the way that an amused smile was growing on his face. Oh, it certainly wasn't any of his business, but then, that didn't forbid one from the asking on the matter. And Rodolphus had always been one to stray into affairs that technically concern him, but that he felt a certain amount of curiosity about.

"Please," Rodolphus said, his voice perhaps just a tad coy. "Don't let me stop you." He took half a step back as she moved to brush past him. He briefly toyed with the idea of grabbing at her wrist, just to see how she would react, what with how her anger seemed to be coiled so tightly. He refrained for the moment, however. There was some implicit boundary that he seemed to draw for himself quite often, walking that edge until he saw fit to step over it.

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bornblack
2010-02-14 05:16 am UTC (link)

Oh. The look on his face only set her off more. She hated how smug he looked, how utterly amused he appeared to be. She wanted to lash out, do something but she held her ground. Andromeda wasn't the sort who usually let her temper run away with her. She possessed a lot of self control. It was how she made it in her family, it was how she made it in the real world. It was a virtue, really. Of course, sometime it became all too lost to her but this wasn't one of those time.

Walking past him, she held back the huffy breath she wanted to let out in favor of marching straight to her room to start shoving her belongings into a duffle bag. She normally took more care than this- neatly folding, organizing everything but she couldn't be bothered at the moment, not even to shut her door. She had wanted to of course but in her frustration it had slipped her mind.

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sparetherod
2010-02-16 02:45 am UTC (link)

Rodolphus did little to dissuade Andromeda from heading to her room. He could hear the harrowed pace of her footsteps all the way to her room and then the noise her flurry of motion created. He leaned back up against the wall next to the closet - where she had been standing seconds ago - to rub a hand idly over his face in amusement, the smile on his face still large. He had expected to hear the click of the door shutting, followed by the sound of the lock. But that never happened. Had she honestly just left the door open? It increased his curiosity. That, after all, was practically an invitation. But, he'd behave. A little.

"Does Ted even know you're here?" Rodolphus called languidly. He couldn't let her off the hook that easily. Not just yet. Not when he'd spent days wondering exactly when Andromeda was planning to show up. And now, here she was, all tightly coiled anger that was just begging to be plucked at.

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bornblack
2010-02-16 03:34 am UTC (link)

Andromeda was in the middle of shoving something else into a bag when she heard his voice again and bit back a disgruntled sigh. Was he going to just keep talking? Her temper was already flaring, she wanted to- well- it didn't sound at all threatening to say that she wanted to give him a piece of her mind but that was exactly what she wanted to do among other things. Andromeda had had it drilled into her since birth that she had a proper place but since she had abandoned all of that she would have absolutely no problem slugging him. True, one could argue he wasn't doing anything too terrible but he was getting under her skin and the fact that that amused him really set her off.

Unsure of how to answer his question, she slung her bag over her shoulder and began to head back. "No." she said, feeling rather defiant though she didn't quite sound it. "Unlike your lot, I didn't become a trophy wife who stands about doing nothing all day until my husband tells me to." she said, stopping and putting her bag down on the floor in favor of retrieving her coat to put on once more. Why had she taken it off again?

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sparetherod
2010-02-18 04:35 am UTC (link)

"A trophy wife?" Rodolphus echoed in an amused tone. "What fun would there be in a trophy wife?" After all, he found it terribly difficult to imagine Bellatrix as a trophy wife. Certainly not from his time, when they had been married. And certainly not now where she seemed to have little interest in being a wife altogether. Regardless, the point of the matter was that he doubted that anyone would even think, much less dare to say, that Bella was a trophy wife.

Additionally, he simply couldn't imagine himself ever marrying a woman that was described as a trophy wife. Certainly, it had been expected that he would marry, that he would marry well and that the woman would be a pureblood who would give him sons. But his father had largely allowed Rodolphus to conduct his own affairs when it had come to his potential marriage. And really, while there had been other women who he could have endured marrying, Bella had always been his choice - they had been close enough during school that he knew they would be comfortable companions.

"I wouldn't really describe your sister as a trophy wife, would you?" Rodolphus asked curiously, easily, not minding at all when she moved to retrieve her coat. Neither did he move from where he was leaned up against the wall actually quite close to where she was standing. "If anything, I would say she takes the initiative a bit more than you do, no?"

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bornblack
2010-02-18 05:31 am UTC (link)

"Yes." she said, tugging her coat on and buttoning it up before rounding on him. "A trophy wife, someone you decided to pair up with because they have the right blood or family or whatever it is you all do. Produce heirs, all that rot." she said with a wave of her hand. In her mind, every one of her family members or old class mates from school that married for the sake of keeping the tradition of blood purity alive hadn't really gained anything. Her Mum had tried to drill it into her head what a proper wife ought to do and be but when she had met Ted all of that had gone out the window. She didn't have to do or be anyone other than herself and he loved her for that. Even in her own time, without the support of her family or the luxuries they could, admittedly, provide she was much happier. Marrying for any reason other than love was just absolutely ridiculous to her. Not to mention what did all their blood purity get them in the end except a sentence in Azkaban? Inevitably such things would always fall. The persecuted would always rise against their suppressors and there were far more muggle-borns and half-bloods in their society than there were purebloods.

Steeling up with his last comment, she gave a jerky shake of her head, black hair falling in her face as she angrily shoved it away. "No." was her short answer as she stooped down to grab her bag. "And, while its been absolutely lovely talking to you I really should be going." she said, turning to head out. Thank Merlin she was done with this. She hadn't gotten everything but she hadn't left anything she particularly wanted either.

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