|Rodolphus Lestrange (parentalia) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-03-11 16:03:00
|! 03/1977, char: rabastan lestrange, char: rodolphus lestrange
Who: Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange
What: Brotherly bonding and setting traps
Where: Lestrange Manor
When: Saturday late/ Sunday early depending on when Amycus comes back.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
The weekend Rodolphus had anticipated with his brother had not gone anywhere near what he had planned. That wasn't to say he had actually planned anything to begin with but he certainly hadn't anticipated Amycus being brought into the thick of things. He got along with the male Carrow well enough when it was just the two of them together but whenever Rabastan was added to the equation Amycus turned into an entirely different person. It was almost like Rabastan was Amycus' brother instead of his own and he couldn't fathom what it was about Amycus' personality that forced him to cling to siblings so fiercely.
It wasn't like he had planned to lure Rabastan home to murder him or anything. It wasn't like he hated the little bugger. He just wanted to toughen him up, to help turn him into the wizard he knew Rabastan was capable of. He'd seen his wand work, watched as he learned all manner of Dark Magic to impress him and although he'd never admit it, Rodolphus was impressed.
But that was beside the point, it was all beside the point. Amycus was the problem. Amycus was the one who had wedged himself into his life and then set off to have dinner with the woman Rodolphus planned to marry. The boast before a hasty exit still left him feeling sour and violent and proved to him that nothing about his relationship with Amycus was friendly any longer. He felt like an idiot for believing it in the first place, not that he truly cared about Amycus or their friendship, but he had been convinced it was real for at least one of them.
Now that both his parents were home, once Rabastan was in and Alecto had retired to her room for the evening, Rodolphus, out of sheer bitterness, prowled the house moving from door to door setting traps for Amycus whenever the little backstabber decided to return. He was going to see Bellatrix? He was going over to her house for dinner? Well the moment he stepped in through any of the doors upon his return he'd know the true meaning of en flambe once his clothes started on fire.
Maybe if Amycus begged he'd be benevolent enough to put him out.