THE DARK KNIGHT

"Yes, well..." he trailed off. "At least he went to her aid. I've always considered him someone who'd shy away from danger." Rab thought Lucius would be too concerned about his pretty face than help others in danger. Not that he'd tell Narcissa that. At the end of the day, he did seem to make her happy – as hard as that was to believe.

"None the less, I'm happy that you're safe. I don't know what I would do if you were hurt in all this. Especially since I had a part in all of it...."

@daffodlis

"It's stupid. I went home early to work. It was the festival. I shouldn't have but I wanted to get a few things ready ahead of time." Regulus rubbed the back of his neck. It seemed pointless now, with everything thrown into disarray. "I should have stayed. If I had..." He knew what would have happened. He wasn't a fighter. But by Merlin he wished he could have done something.

The revelation from Rabastan had Regulus' eyes fly wide open. "Wait, what?" He hissed.

The last time Rab had seen Regulus, he had left the man hanging from the edge of a cliff - metaphorically. "Regulus." Rab called after him, struggling to match his pace through the Ministry's halls. "Reg. I wanted to apologise for leaving you hanging after our last conversation. The matter was urgent, and I needed to leave right away." he huffed, finally catching up with Bellatrix's cousin.

"Have you found your own answers or would you like me to explain?"

@regal-hearted

Her eyes raised to his face quickly, narrowing viciously in his direction, "Thank. You. Lestrange." Bella's words were as sharp as knives, as if she needed the reminder that they screwed up. That she screwed up a perfectly good opportunity to look good for the Dark Lord. The only benefit to come from the whole fiasco was it had become the perfect alibi to their original plan. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on figuring out their next step. "As much as I loathe the idea of help," The witch finally spoke up, eyes still closed for another moment before she opened them as her plan fell into motion before her. "I think we're going to have to use some of the others to spread the search."

"I'd suggest sending Snivelus Snape to clean up his own mess, but I don't know if we can trust him at this point. Might I suggest Evan or Larking? I'm sure they're dying to prove their unwavering loyalty."

@heartlessbella

"I was in France." The brunette murmured, after taking a sip of her red wine. "Would rather still be there to be honest."

"Nether the less, it was a good thing you weren't there. It would have been more inconvenient for the head of the Rosier family to be a werewolf."

@andrarosier

"And yes, according to Rod, Andromedia did a fine job. I forget how strong she is sometimes. She is a Black through and through."

"How are you? Where were you during the attack?" his voice faltered, "With Lucius, I suppose?" While Rab and Narcissa were courting in the eyes of society, he had a hunch where Narcissa's heart really lay.

@daffodlis

"If you don't mind me asking, where were you?" His voice had no resentment; after all, he wasn't there for Rod either. "And yes, I'm fine."

He looked over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, then leaned in to whisper into Regulus' ear, "Although, I'm going to strangle Snape for letting Corin escape."

@regal-hearted

"The trail runs cold as soon as you hit the edge of the alley," Bella huffed as she entered the room, the anger from the evening before radiating off her as she took a seat. "She's completely in the wind and finding her is going to be a lot harder the second time around." Resting her elbows against the table, hand running over her face before she glanced over at Rabastan, "Severus Snape is going to be a dead man when I get my hands on him."

"What's the plan of action, boss? Do we get anyone else involved in this mess?"

@heartlessbella

It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours at the hospital, and Rodolphus was tired of it. He didn’t like being told what to do and was too much of a workaholic for being cooped up without any reading materials of his choice. Add in bandages that needed to be frequently changed, and he was about done with being confined to the small space St. Mungo's provided. The door opened for what felt like the thousandth time that day, and the complaint that was ready to fly from his lips was forgotten the moment he looked up.

Relief washed over his expression, and he gave an exasperated sigh, all too happy at Rabastan’s finally making an appearance. “Just when I was beginning to think you had better things to do than visit,” He offered with a strained chuckle. “I guess this makes you the most attractive Lestrange in the family now."

"No. The scar looks good on you," he smirked, sitting in the chair beside Rod's bed. "How are you feeling? Any tendencies to howl at the moon?"

@lestrangerthings

"Rabastan!" Regulus called, running to catch up with his friend. "Do... Do you know what happened last night? I left early and missed everything. I heard..." His voice trailed off. If his not-brother had been injured... it would worry him. But Rodolphus was Rabastan's... He didn't know how Rabastan was doing and wanted to help him.

He put his hand on his friend's shoulder and gave a faint smile. "Rod will be fine. Have you visited him yet?"

@regal-hearted

Andra just raised an eyebrow at him. "Leave me wand? Do you think I'm an idiot Lestrange?" Andra rolled her eyes, batting him lightly on the arm. "Nah. I left some sketches I wanted to work on."

"What are your plans for this evening, Miss Rosier? The way I see it, there are two options: enjoying the night with a friend or going home early to work on your sketches?"

Despite the few mishaps Rabastan had along the way, there was no better person she’d rather plan her terror. “I’m sure we could do something about that,” She replied, her voice dropping as his did. “People probably assume things were done when Amelia happened, not many would plot their moves in quiet like we have.” Bella knew all about society mother’s who enjoyed their shopping and dress up, luckily she avoided that bullet when Narcissa came around. “Probably hoping to scout you out a match, it’s about all they have on their minds now that the holidays have passed.”

At the mention of scouting for a match, his breath hitched in his throat. "Speaking of matches..." he began, unsure how to approach the situation. "I may be looking at courting Narcissa – with your blessing, of course." He hesitated, "I think it would keep both families happy; I know it will keep my mother at bay."

@heartlessbella

"Alright, Reg," he said calmly. "I did not mean to offend." he put a hand on the other wizard's shoulder.

"Anyway," he started, changing the subject, "how's work going?"

@regal-hearted

@andrarosier​

Rabastan hated that he was being dragged around with his mother. Who even came to these sorts of festivals anymore? They're continuously plagued with mudbloods and blood traitors. He passed under some handing lanterns as he made his way to Carkitt Market. While pushing, not squeezing, past a pair of young wizards, he bumped into Sirius Black.

"Oh. Hello, estranged one. Need a haircut? I know a few spells." he sneered at Sirius.

The purebloods were exhaustingly uncreative, with Rabastan’s sneer earning an eye roll before Sirius decided the other wizard was worthy of answering. “A little longer, and I run into the risk of looking like Bellatrix from behind,” Sirius chuckled. “All the more reason to keep letting it grow, wouldn’t you say?”

Rabastan simply look Sirius up and down after his reply. He was truly a disgrace to the Black legacy. “You know, Regulus was comparing bloodlines to royalty. Sometime I wonder if you both share that kind of narcissism.” 

Looking around at the crowd, he huffed. “However, I do agree with one thing. All these mudbloods are truly peasants.” 

@letoiledechue​