#bellxtrixlestrange

It was late in the evening, and Rodolphus was exhausted. It had been a particularly long day at the Ministry, and all he could think about was going home to his beautiful wife. Whilst he often relished the idea of fine threads and a dapper appearance, tonight his tie felt too tight, his shirt too stiff, his pants too rough. Everything ached, his body- his mind. Stepping out onto the cobbled footpath near the Ministry, he couldn’t wait to apparate home. Dissapearring in a blur of motion, he was reassembled inside their bedroom a moment later. The Oxfords he wore came off first, the tie seond. “Bella, honey?” He called out as tattooed fingers found his shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time. Desperate to change into something more comfortable. “Are you home?”