Rodolphus Lestrange

"I hadn’t heard about it," she muttered rather unaffected by the situation. It didn’t have anything to do with her, and she didn’t honestly care about. What was the big deal about it anyway? "I don’t feel anything about it. It’s got nothing to do with me. Should I care?"

"What have you done now?”

"Oh, nothing my dear, but have you seen the news? A dead mudblood in Hogsmeade. tragic, no? How do you feel about this news?" He asked, watching the young Carrow's features closely.

"Oh yes, there was an agreement, Rodolphus but you know as well as I that it is more of a contract between our families than anything." She began pacing, glaring at him even while she had her arms crossed. " Let’s not pretend that this betrothal has been played out as anything but that. Nobody ever asked me, nobody asked me what I wanted… instead I am treated like a bargaining chip or a security blanket. Oh well, there is always Bella if I get bored." She snapped, turning to face him and closing the distance between them. "Perhaps I just want you to stop assuming and bloody well ask me, Rodolphus.” She glared up at him, her hands on her hips. He did have her, as she had him, but Bellatrix needed to have control of the situation, needed to feel as if the choice was hers…that they were choosing each other rather than their parents choosing for them.

Rodolphus' features softened, an occurrence that only happened around Bellatrix Black - his one weakness, though he would never admit it. She moved forward, his hands reaching out to touch her elbows gently, as her arms seemed to remain crossed. "Bellatrix, you are not something to be used to pass the time and if I ever have made you feel this way, I am sorry. You are it for me, Bella, and I will do everything in my power to prove that to you... and if that means getting down on one bloody knee and asking for your hand, I'll do it," he paused, a sigh leaving his parted lips. 

Her lips brushed his teasingly but at his previous words she pulled back, a look of indignation on her face. “have me? Let me clarify something for you, Rodolphus Lestrange. You do not have me. So perhaps you should be jealous. Because if you do want me to let you have me you should put forth more of an effort rather than just assuming that you have me.” She pushed him away, putting space between them. He would have to learn that she wasn’t some trophy to be had or won and that he would have to treat her better than that if he wanted a chance with her. “Stupid bloody asshole.”

Rodolphus raised an eyebrow. "Are we not betrothed? Did I miss when exactly that was terminated, because as I last recall, agreements were made on both ends. Besides, I thought that's how it worked. As I have you, you also have me. Though, of course, if you don't feel that way, I retract my comment completely. I seemed to have thought we had something more than we did. I apologize, Bellatrix, truly," his tone sounded sincere, but one look at his face would show exactly how he meant his words. Rodolphus Lestrange had been under the impression that they were together - not in the normal sense of the word, since the pair was anything but normal, but to him their teasing and flirting and sometimes insulting ways had meant something more to him, that there was a sort of security between them. He did not try to close the distance she had put between them. At her last comment, however, his eyes darkened. "If you're too blind to recognize the effort I've put in, it would be wasted to try any further." 

She hummed softly with a smile on her lips. “Maybe.” She didn’t move, her lips hovering close to his but not actually closing the distance. "Jealous darling?"

"Maybe?" He asked, his lips moving to brush hers. "Hmm, no. I'm not jealous. Jealousy implies that I don't have you," he teased. As far as he was concerned Bellatrix would always be his. 

Lucius rolled his eyes, knowing full well how Rodolphus was. “Ha, why do I even bother asking?” Laughing, Lucius threw an arm around his best mate shoulders and squeezed lightly, before letting go. “But how have you been mate?”

"Please bring out the chains?" He said, his tone as sweet as sugar as he leaned in towards her, though not quite touching his lips to hers. There was a grin on his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Oh? And who are these people that are trying to bed you?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, though his smile remained firmly in place, Ted reached into his bag until he found the board and pieces. He debated, for a moment, walking away from the other man completely- he didn’t need trouble, but he shouldered on. “Alright. Rodolphus Lestrange, right? I’m Ted Tonks.” After a moment of setting up the pieces he asked in a deliberately light tone. "Are you sure you want to lower yourself to play against a mudblood, as you say?” Smiling brightly, he unfolded the chessboard and started putting up his pieces, who immediately started shouting advice. "I imagine that it would be pretty embarrassing for you in your group of friends if you lost."

"You beat me? That's rich, now, isn't it?" Rodolphus said with a laugh. There was no way that a mudblood was going to beat him at anything, so he really had nothing to worry about. "I think I'll take my chances, Tonks," he said with a tilt of his head as he began to set up his own pieces on the chessboard. He was in a surprisingly good mood, otherwise there was a good chance that he'd be hexing the muggleborn boy rather than playing chess with him.

"Oh no, it’s too late for the chains, Rod. Missed your chance." She smirked, cocking her head to the side. "Oh but it is so fun to watch you beg, love….”

"Oh, love, come on. Don't take the chains away. I can get very creative with some metal work, and I think you'd find it very interesting... Has anyone ever told you that you're evil incarnate?" He asked, grinning and wrapping an arm around her waist. 

lright! Fancy a game of Wizard’s Chess? I have a board and my pieces in my bag here somewhere.

Rodolphus sighed in annoyance but he shrugged his shoulders and sat up a little straighter. "Alright, mudblood. Break out the chess pieces." He didn't even seem to notice the slur come from his lips.

"Ah damn, I suppose I will just put those chains away then." She smirked, rolling her eyes. “You are going to have to ask a lot nicer than that, Rodolphus.” 

"I'm sure those chains can come in handy in a different way," he said with a grin. "Aw, come on, love. Don't make me beg..."

What makes you think everyone is here to entertain you, Lestrange? 

"Just look at me," The Slytherin said with a smirk. "Gorgeous, pureblood, charming. I deserve to be entertained. Now, are you going to entertain me or not?"