location: great hall, hogwarts

@curseburdened​

seeing as his significant other was out of town, rodolphus had found himself accompanying none other than rita skeeter to the charity ball. she had been an obvious first choice. between his status among the members of pur societatis and her scandalous reputation in the side columns of the daily prophet, the two suited each other well.  they stood together, having just finished speaking with relatives of the lestrange family when rod stated, “i’ll admit, i am impressed. this does give my mother’s party-planning reputation a run for her money.”

“I enjoy any place where I can just be alone with my thoughts” Severus said and nodded. Normally people ran away from their thoughts, didn’t want to face the issues head on. But that wasn’t Severus. He never got the chance to avoid how he felt, the crushing shame he often carried around like a heavy stone. 

“and your first choice was here? come on now, severus. i know you’re smarter than that. this place comes alive at night. wouldn’t want to be wandering the streets deep in thought when that happens.” knockturn wasn’t for the faint of heart. and while he had a stake in many of the storefronts that lined the street, even the eldest lestrange knew to steer clear of the scum that crawled out the alleyways after the sun set. 

@lestrangerod​

“I can see you staring, honey,” Eurydice spoke over her shoulder as she carefully pulled her sleeve into place in front of the mirror. She had to look perfect if she was to return home without questions, and blaming a shambles of attire on her job would not cut it. She certainly couldn’t show any signs of her tryst, lest she want to be disowned.

he laid in his bed, watching her in complete awe. rodolphus adored the woman, deep down perhaps there was even love he would never dare speak aloud. the two had been together for quite sometime behind closed doors. the wizard had found himself publicly attached to another witch for a considerable time. a longstanding arrangement that was barreling full speed towards an engagement. and while the other was perfectly fine, she wasn’t eurydice. “can you blame me? i could enjoy this view all day, love.”

Blythe turned a critical eye toward Rodolphus and his outfit. Perhaps the outfit itself wouldn’t have been so bad, but… “You…could be doing much better,” she admitted, tilting her head. “You’re just so…dirty.” Her nose wrinkled slightly at her words. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“point taken, but i’ll pass on the cleaning up part. it’s proof of a hard day’s work.” he flashed her one of his famous grins before continuing. “anyways, i don’t have time to run home. gringotts closes in exactly thirty-two minutes and you know how prompt those goblins are with locking the doors.”

location: knockturn alley

while the majority of his business was conducted all throughout london, both muggle and wizarding world alike, knockturn always had a special place in his heart. it was there he bought out his first store, a small potions shop. with a deep inhale he spoke to the person nearest him, “i’ve always enjoyed this place when the sun starts to set, you?”

“Is he truly wearing that?” Blythe asked blindly, her nose wrinkled daintily. 

“oh come on,” he mused while looking at the wizard the woman was referring to, “if you’re insulting his choice of apparel, mine must be disapproved along with it.” he had chosen to dress down for the day, as his presence was required earlier in the day at a broomstick factory he had invested a large fortune into. he’d been dirtied by the equipment, not yet having time to run back to his flat and change.

( open. )

“how can you possibly relate to what i’m going through?” bellatrix rolled her eyes. “stop feeling bad for me. i’m tired of the pity looks.”

“never said i related, love. just saying i’m here. whether you want someone’s shoulder to cry on or an accomplice to a horrible, horrible crime.” he allowed himself to form a small grin, one bellatrix was privy to see often. “how about we get out of here, hm?”