Rodolphus Corvus Lestrange

“Go ahead, I’ll catch up, buddy.” Caradoc watched Noah run down the hall to the next Healers station, grinning at the Healer he found and scrambling to take the offered assorted candies. His bag would be full before mid-day, which Caradoc couldn’t help but be satisfied with - Noah would have a normal childhood, as far as Caradoc could assure it. “Who knew Healers were such sweet tooths?” He spoke, mainly to himself as Noah disappeared from view accompanied by one of his trainee Mediwizards.

“Adorable child.” In order to summon a smile at the kid for the benefit of the father, Rod imagined smashing the young boy’s head into the triage desk until his skull fractured. “I don’t have any of my own yet. My wife and I are trying. I wish I had candy for him.”

He wiped down the glasses, carefully setting them down again, watching the door out of the corner of his eye. It was early in the day, his shift today the morning clean and he was waiting for the other guy to step from the back. While Morgana’s Hall wasn’t as popular as the Leaky Cauldron, the patronage was much more laid back and avoided much of the foot traffic due to being close to Knockturn Alley. He sighed as the door opened, Max wasn’t out from the back so he had to deal with it. Atlas leaned against the bar, “What can I do ya for?”

Rodolphus had been counting on Morgana’s Hall being empty this time of day. It was why he’d arranged to meet there this morning. The wizard he was doing business with was a known death eater after all so he couldn’t exactly meet him at his office. He wasn’t expecting, however, to reap benefits of the near abandoned location without listening ears before his colleague even showed up, however. Recognition, shock, anger and then finally delight flashed over his face in quick succession.  “Why if it isn’t the mongrel! Long time no see.” He left it there, waiting to see the reaction he’d get.

“ Did a dementor suck the joy out of you or are you usually this boring? “ Rabastan teased his companion as his lips turned upwards into a small smirk. He was feeling bored which meant something bad was about to happen. 

“I’m sorry, should I be juggling? Fire-eating? What kind of show do you want me to put on for you, Rab?”

   amara was no stranger to the coffee shop just outside of the ministry. she had had herself there nearly every chance she could get away from the office, and that day was no different. she had finished her assignment earlier than expected for the day, and had stopped in for a quick refreshment before going to pick her children up. it wasn’t unusual for the establishment to be packed, and she noticed someone looking for an open table. amara flagged them down and requested, “you can sit here, just promise me no small talk? i don’t have time for that nonsense.”

He smiled good-naturedly as he sat down. It sat uncomfortably on his face, but if you couldn’t smile you were disconcerting. “Who does, these days?” he asked rhetorically. He was relieved. Small talk was the hardest part of his days. “I’ll do even better and also promise not to try to recruit you for private security work in your off duty hours.”

“ Bloody hell ” Amycus exclaimed, hands raising to rub his temples in a soothing manner; not that it would help him get rid of that awful headache he was dealing with nor would it make everybody else around him less noisy. “ Do you have to be screeching like a damn banshee so early in the morning? “

“Let me answer your question with a question,” he said calmly, voice silk smooth and eyes hard. “Do you have to go out, dull your reflexes, and kill what very few brain cells you have every night so that when an opportunity comes to serve our lord that you are of no use?” He walked around Amycus, observing him from all angles. “ Look at the great Amycus Carrow, a pathetic whining whelp. If this is an example of the glory of the death eaters, is it any wonder wizards are defecting every day to a new cause?” Rodolphus himself a few whispers in his ear from being one of them, but that was neither here nor there. Even now jaded, the deatheaters still meant more to him than it ever could to the clown in front of him and he would not see Amycus embarrass the name.