I wanna be immortal

Do you really think the nephew is more worthy? He has always seemed a bit of a bumbler to me. [she raises both brows at him] I had not realised you had such an intense interest in espionage. Should I begin to be more afraid for my own secrets?

At least the nephew isn’t in love with a muggle. That alone makes him much more worthy of the family name. [he smirks, letting out a soft laugh] Snakes know all, though, you are safe. I only care about the secrets of those who I do not keep close and trust.

It was a relief, to say the least, to see the last of their visitors go. The condolences offered by distant family had washed over her meaninglessly in the days since, but no one could say she hadn’t played her part well. Sad but polite thanks, perfectly rehearsed stories, and the expected level of sorrow all went over smoothly. No one guessed at her resentment or the exhaustion she’d been carrying since he was first declared missing. She doubted anyone wanted to look too hard.

When there was no last knock or final relative running to fetch some forgotten item, Rodolphus let himself fall back onto the nearest couch. A mixture of mental and physical exhaustion weighed down on him and he could just fall asleep right there if he wanted. He just wanted all of this chaos done and over with and their lives as back to normal as possible.

“Two days before New Year’s,” she answered, idly switching two of the papers. It was to give herself something to do while he studied more than anything, but there was no telling if a new idea could come out of it. She was always processing things differently, finding new paths to check had he decided to travel on foot. There were just too many possibilities. They could look forever and only tap the surface, more options surfacing with every one of Regulus’s decisions since.

Well of course it is not a game. You would know that better than anybody. I only thought that perhaps they only had a daughter otherwise.. which might explain it. Though I may be thinking of their cousins. [she cannot help smiling a little in return] A spy who could only tell you he was planning on leaving after the fact? They do not seem like an overly useful spy. 

Of course I would. Any heir to a family name would know that, but he’s obviously an idiot. In my opinion, they should rid of him and let a nephew take the family name. Someone much more worthy. [he rolled his eyes, letting out a soft laugh] I never said he was my best spy I had. Simply one of the ones I have.

Should I feel honored?

You should. You’ve managed to make it to the top of a very, very, long list.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes as he walked off without giving her a chance to respond. While part of her was still looking to pick a fight, she didn’t so much as mention it when he returned - some things were too petty to so much as acknowledge - already completely engrossed in her work again. Maps and notes were spread out in a careful order, and she gave him a warning look to not touch anything. 

Looking over all of the papers and maps presented to him, he heeded her look and didn’t even attempt to touch anything. Instead, he propped his elbows up on the edge of the table, folding his fingers together and placing his chin on them. Nodding idly to himself as he spoke, his eyes followed her gestures along with the markings. “When exactly did he go out on his own?” 

Perhaps they are hoping he will return. He is their heir, is he not? I suppose they could always say he was slumming it - boys will be boys and all that. [she raises a brow slightly] Oh go on, Roddy. Tell me. Do not be such a boor. 

He is, that’s why i’m shocked they haven’t already disowned him. Being an heir to such a big family name isn’t a game and things are to be taken seriously. [smirking, he gave half a shrug as if it were no big deal, though he quiet enjoyed it] I have a little spy on the inside. An acquaintance of mine.

His response instantly irritated Lily,” I wasn’t aware that there was supposed to be a certain level of danger whenever someone went outside.  Better to take precaution, or better yet, have safer streets that people can enjoy without fear for their lives or well being.”

Rolling his eyes once again, Rodolphus couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “These days, just stepping out your door is dangerous. You never who, or what, is lurking around. These precautions are nothing more then a pain. Some of us still have things to do after that stupid curfew and it isn’t fair that we have to stay inside or get in trouble. What are we, children? I can handle myself, so I should not be punished for other people’s weakness.”

barefoot-marlene:

“It must be nice to be noticed like that. I have heard any publicity is good publicity, I’m sure something bad is included in that sum as well,” he nodded and looked up at the man. His family wasn’t very well known. In some ways, he appreciated this — in others not so much.

“It’s a double sided blade in all honesty. As you said, any publicity is good, but sometimes it becomes such a pain. Especially when people like to pull words out of their arses and shove them in my mouth.” Folding his paper, he shoved it into his coat pocket. “What might your name be? I do not believe we’ve met before.”

And well they should be. It is a disgrace to walk out on such a good marriage, let alone for a muggle. How do you intend to learn more?

I’m honestly surprised that they have yet to disown him. This is the largest stain put on the family name. [shrugging, he smirked deviously] I have my ways.

“I wasn’t attempting to read your paper, I simply heard your comment is all,”  she said shrugging again,” Seems a bit harsh to call people weak.”  She smiled lightly, hoping to keep the conversation light.

Raising a brow, Rodolphus put his weight onto one leg as he rolled his eyes. Great, another little goody who thought who thought he was being too ‘mean’. Just what he wanted. “If they can’t fight back or protect themselves, they are too weak and shouldn’t be around here. Only the strongest should be allowed to walk these streets.”

“I suppose that’s why journalism isn’t my cup of tea. News always tends to highlight the realistically unimportant people,” he sighed. It did, for some odd reason, bother Amos. Where was the article on him? Wasn’t he important to anyone?

“News just picks and finds things they can profit off of. That’s all they care about. Though, sometimes I get included in all of that, but not always in the best of light. Not that it necessarily bothers me.” Rodolphus gave a light shrug, as if it were no big deal. Seeing the Lestrange name in the papers wasn’t exactly unknown and happened more often then other names.

At least you accomplished one thing today.

Hey now, I beg your pardon. I accomplished several things today.

I find you charming.

You don’t have to live with me. My bad side is one that only a few see.

No. I do not believe you. [she looks askance at the very suggestion, and lowers her voice slightly] A muggle - not even a mudblood?

I’m not lying. I swear. [he lowered his voice, leaning a bit closer to her as he spoke] It’s possible. Current gossip going around is saying she’s a muggle, but I plan on finding out more. His family is absolutely mortified.