#lestranges

They are handling it with various amounts of maturity. 

No one is staying with me, thank Merlin. 

The Malfoys seem to have a houseful of guests. It seems to be the opposite of what the prevailing medical advice is at the present, but they insist they are all “quarantining” together.

The Lestranges are clamoring to reopen Diagon Alley. They are apparently quite bored in their manor being waited on by servants, and would rather throw a tantrum. 

The Rosiers have had so many take-away owls delivering to their house one would think their kitchen elf was dead. I think they’re all sleeping until noon as well - I cannot get a reply owl from them any earlier.

There is a long line of healers in the Avery family, so I haven’t heard from many of them since this situation set in. I do not envy them; I imagine St. Mungos is quite busy at this time.

@xrodolphuslestrangex​

Bash could usually be found in the pub on most weeknights. One had to look no further than wherever the ruckus was happening, and Rabastan could often be found in the middle of it. 

Tonight at the ‘Witches’ Peak,’ he was in the middle of a very offensive card game. And winning it too, if he didn’t have to get up to get another drink. It was in this space between plays that he spotted Rodolphus. 

“Brother!” He cried cheerily, in clear good spirits with a pocket full of winnings. “One more, Miss,” he raised a finger so the barmaid would pour another glass for his older brother. “Cheers!” He raised his drink up to meet Rodolphus’. 

After gulping it back healthily he continued, “You know, I’m not angry you didn’t come to see my play the other night.” He wagged a finger at his brother’s chest, the smirk on his face cutting any chance of a touchy-feely conversation between them. 

“I am however quite upset that you missed perhaps the greatest performance of Hamlet wizard-kind has ever seen!” he added with a laugh. It hadn’t been a big deal to be cast as the lead. It also hadn’t been a big deal that it was a sold out show, nor that he’d arranged for 3 seats in the front row for his family–– none of which came. He told all of this to himself and the other inquiring cast members because the truth wasn’t one anyone wanted to hear. 

Next to the Dark Lord, in his eyes Shakespeare was perhaps the greatest wizard to have ever lived. Although there was still significant debate about the poet’s lineage, Rabastan couldn’t conceive of anything other than a wizard, capable of such beautiful soliloquies and limericks. 

“You’re looking unusually moody today,” he teased.