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Rodolphus Lestrange (parentalia) wrote in the_recruitment,

Amycus hadn't just broken glass, he'd destroyed parts of his wall-climbing collection. He'd crushed it under his feet. On purpose. Rodolphus watched him but before he could stoop to help Rabastan had already cleaned the damage. "It's alright," he said finally, sounding tired. "I lost my temper. I've been trying to control myself all night but he kept doing whatever he could to make me angry. I don't know why but I think he wanted to start a fight." Rodolphus' shoulders sunk a little bit and he looked down at his wound. Blood pooled in his palm enough that if he tipped his limb too far in any direction it would forge a gory rivulet over his skin. "He tried to convince me there was something going on between himself and Bellatrix."

Rodolphus extended his hand towards Rabastan. "I probably shouldn't be saying that. I don't want to come between you and your friends. I know how important he is to you. And how difficult it is for you to be social. Forget I said anything and don't be mad at him. It's my fault for losing control. Can you help me with this? I'm rubbish at healing magic."