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Rodolphus Lestrange (strangeroddy) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-08-25 23:25:00

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adrian pucey, mafalda hopkirk, rodolphus lestrange

Who: Rodolphus Lestrange, Adrian Pucey, Mafalda Hopkirk
When: Aug 25th 2003
Where: Renegades HQ some random cottage in Northern England
What: TBD.

After the Ministry raid on the previous cottage, Rodolphus had immediately retrieved another Headquarters for his followers. This wasn't the place where the elder Deatheaters resided (That was somewhere secret, known only to them) but rather an area to gather, for younger deatheaters to receive their missions, for meetings, for punishments, and of course for naps if someone ever really did need one.

Rodolphus rarely spent time in this place. He would swoop in and out on occasion, his presence usually meaning that one of the deatheaters was soon to feel a lot of pain.

Tonight, however, Rodolphus was nostalgic. Nostalgic for the days when he, Lucius and the rest would spend their nights drinking and smoking cigars, swapping stories both evil and other. And after a few days of tormenting many a witch and wizard, Rodolphus was in the mood for conversation. Preferably with a female - his flirtasion with Padma Patil had whet his appetite.

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renegade_pucey
2008-08-27 10:38 am UTC (link)

Adrian staggered backwards from the curse and hit the sofa, tumbling over the side. No time for humiliation however, when if felt as if your whole body was on fire.

He lay still for a moment after the curse subsided, watching Rodolphus turn maniacally onto Mafalda. The kiss irked him but the subsequent slap and curse pleased him. She may be older but she was no more above reproach than even the lowliest Renegades.

When the pain had subsided to a manageable level, Adrian clambered back to his feet rather robotically and stared blankly at Rodolphus, nodding at his suggestion. "Very effective, my lord," he said, his own memory kept alive by the soreness of his body and the fact that his left arm refused to move.

The point was, Adrian was little more than a lackey. Without direct orders he felt lost. And now this had been made abundantly clear.

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strangeroddy
2008-08-27 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus' expression didn't flinch as he watched Mafalda writhe on the floor. His wand remained trained on her for slightly longer than he had on Adrian before he finally lifted it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the sudden motion refreshing, before opening them once more. "Yes. You," He was referring to Adrian, but didn't bother to turn toward him, "have potential. I see that you unfortunately still have a lot to learn." A long pause, his wand flicked as he considered whether to curse Adrian once more, "No matter. We have time. Go. Sleep."

Rodolphus eyed the twitching form of the woman at his feet, "I'll continue without you. Won't that be fun, Mafalda?" His teeth glinted in the dim candlelight.

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renegade_pucey
2008-08-27 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Adrian turned his blank look towards Mafalda and here his confidence faltered. Stay here? To what end? He cast a suspicious half-glance over at Rodolphus and fought the urge to question the decision. Somehow he knew whatever would occur would probably disappoint him.

"Very well."

He turned swiftly on his heel and exited the cottage, slamming the door behind him. He'd get that bitch back.

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mafalda_malum
2008-08-27 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Mafalda gasped when the curse lifted, though it was only a tiny relief from the pain she was feeling. The effect of the curse still lingered, and she was only able to nod in response to Rodolphus' question. Being alone with Rodolphus was what she'd been hoping for when she arrived, hadn't it? She was beginning to rethink that urge, though, as she tried and failed to push herself up from the floor.

She winced a bit at the sound of the slamming door. Adrian had certainly left in a huff, hadn't he? Slowly pushing herself over onto her back, she took a deep breath before looking up at Rodolphus. "I think... he's upset."

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strangeroddy
2008-08-27 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Striding over to her so quickly she was sure to think he was to hit her, Rodolphus leaned down and hauled Mafalda to her feet none-too-gently before dropping her into a chair.

"He bristles at admonishment." Rodolphus drawled, "I'm too kind to him because I feel he has real potential. That will change."

"What also has to change is your behaviour." His dark eyes bore into her, "So out of line. Surely you don't wish for me to lock you in a closet for another day, do you?" He gave her a grin that was not all menace.

That had been his punishment for Bellatrix in the early years of their marriage, when she had been far too uppity (than befits a pureblood wife) in public. She had hated enclosed spaces, dearly. Yet, respected him more for that action. She had always been spitting and clawing like a cat (He still had a few scars to prove it) before, and docile and sweet afterwards, staring at him adoration. All this was before they had fully joined Voldemort and become partners. Insane wife. Yet no one had been a better fit for him.

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mafalda_malum
2008-08-27 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Mafalda curled in on herself when he strode over, sure she was going to be hit, and cried out in surprise when she was pulled to her feet instead. She collapsed in the chair, trying to catch her breath.

"N-no, sir," She murmured, shaking her head quickly at the mention of being locked in a closet again. She didn't really have anything against enclosed spaces, but she still hadn't enjoyed being stuck in one very small, dark place for an entire day.

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strangeroddy
2008-08-27 10:45 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus sat as well, eyeing the dark haired beauty as she timidly shied away from him. Tilting his head suddenly, he called her over to him, his expression now just the slightest bit font.

"There's my good girl." He touched the mark he had left on her face with some care, "Do you wish to talk of the children all night, or, if you can walk again, show me why exactly you followed me here?"

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mafalda_malum
2008-08-27 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Mafalda rose with as much grace as she could muster, moving to sit beside the man. She tried not to wince as he touched her cheek.

"Whatever you wish to speak of, sir," she replied softly, gaze locked on her own lap. She'd be obedient for a while... at least until she got the feeling back in most of her limbs. She knew he wanted absolute obedience from her, but also knew he'd tired of her if he didn't get to put her in her place every now and then. Men were so predictable.

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strangeroddy
2008-08-27 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Laughing suddenly, Rodolphus grabbed the woman's chin, "I don't believe you came here to talk" He dropped his eyes to her body, still slightly shaking, "Perhaps the curse was a bit strong, you are still new. Pity-"

He kissed her throat quite softly, "As I too don't wish to speak. Although if you aren't up to it-" He stood, feigned leaving. It was almost playful.

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mafalda_malum
2008-08-27 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Mafalda inhaled sharply, eyes slowly moving to look at the man's face. Well, no use pretending, she supposed. They both knew she wasn't there to talk. Her eyes closed when he kissed her throat, but opened again at his comment.

"I can handle anything you'd like to do to me, curses or otherwise," she said firmly, clutching her skirt tightly in her hands to stop them from shaking. She stared at him almost defiantly as he rose.

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strangeroddy
2008-08-27 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus turned back to look at her, amusement apparent in his eyes. "Yet you will tremble after either." He cast a knowing glance toward her hands.

Her apparent fragility however, pleased him tonight and so he reached out and pulled her to feet. "Come." He gave her a feral wink, "I promise to be gentle."

And that night, the deatheater headquarter were filled with the screams of one of Rodolphus' Renegades that for once, were most certainly not out of pain. ;)

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