Characters: Rodolphus & Bellatrix Setting: Their home, March 2nd 1980 Rating: TBA Summary: Rodolphus muses out loud on the day's news with his wife.
Rodolphus was seated in his favorite among the sitting rooms that were in the home he shared with Bellatrix. It was one of the smaller ones but he had always been drawn to the dark colors of the room which made him feel more at ease than the larger, more colorful rooms ever had. Though he was a fan of grandeur there was no one here to impress, leaving him more interested in his own comfort.
He was scanning the news, a half smirk on his face as he read the headline, "STUDENT'S MUGGLE FAMILY KILLED IN TRURO ." Names meant little to Rodolphus - what he remembered most about the victims mentioned was the way they'd looked at him. The mother - she’d been his favorite. Nothing made him feel more powerful than to see understanding reflected back at him in the eyes of his quarry. He could tell that she knew her life was his. Rodolphus got off on the idea that she’d realized how insignificant she was, how nothing she could do on her own would change her fate.
Reliving the memory was more than enough to get his blood pumping as he sat there, admiring the photograph of the Dark Mark over the house that was printed beneath the title. Looking over to where Bellatrix was sitting across from him, he put the paper aside, saying, "It’s a shame you weren’t with me last night darling - Selwynn is not nearly as creative as you are." Generally Rodolphus preferred to work with his wife or brother, but he was never one to pass up any opportunity offered in the advancement of their cause.