growing up, rodolphus was sheltered â for a long time, his parentâs view of the world was all he knew. they lived far from any sort of civilization and just like each generation before, taught their family tree/genealogy and importance of blood purity. every book that heâd read before hogwarts was looked over by his mother and she would determine if he was allowed to even take in the first page which he didnât mind. she was his mother after all â she knew what was best for him. as he got older, rodolphus realized that unlike most of his friends, he wasnât obsessed with who was pureblood and who wasnât â it wasnât any of his business and he didnât care. rodolphus knew he was better than anyone who wasnât a pureblood and that was good enough for him. it still was. plus, he had to keep that same stance/attitude if he was to do his job objectively and remain impartial.Â
âyou seemed a little rusty out there,â he pointed out jokingly. ânot as smooth as iâd expect from one of the black girls.â he nodded as he took another swig of his drink, clearing his throat before speaking as she asked her question. âi just think itâs a bit careless to try and cause a⌠hysteria, if you will,â he shrugged. âthat voice mentioned âtrue equalityâ â a bit broad if youâre trying to reign people in. not everyoneâs as intelligent as, for example, you and i, are. what exactly is their vision of a different society?â rodolphus liked having all of the information before him, not just bits and pieces. with his job, it was almost like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. âyou could say iâm indifferent â of course, you know my stance on certain issues but you also know that iâve always tried to keep to myself and leave others to their own devices.â bellatrix was the one who led their group at school, always letting anyone who would listen know what she thought about almost everything â repeatedly. rodolphus, on the other hand, didnât see the point in beating a dead horse again and again.Â
Blood, the money you had, and the importance of your name was what mattered most. That was the teachings her parents taught her from the minute she could speak. Being a Black, Bella had been spoiled in every aspect of her life and as she grew older and began to socialize with the rest of the world, she could see that her blood got her the best of things as well. The Noble House of Black was akin to royalty in the wizarding world, one of Sacred Twenty Eight families that priding themselves on not marrying lower or associating with those that were inferior. When she started Hogwarts, she could see not every proper family saw things the way she did and she wished to make it all different. If those who were of a proper descent didnât want to act like they were, then to her they were just as horrible as the Muggleborns and Muggles. It was a vision that Tom shared when they first spoke, he saw a world where they could rule over those of a lesser status and be treated like the kings and queens they truly were. And it had been easy for her to be swayed by the charisma and charm of the older man, especially when he promised to rid any who stood in their way.
Rolling her eyes playfully, the brunette found herself smirking over the rim of her glass, âDonât let my mother and aunt hear you say that, I think they might have a heart attack. All those paid lessons gone to waste.â But even a bit of joking couldnât shake her from her thoughts of the cause as Rodolphus spoke, she knew Andromeda was having more open thoughts with her job at the Ministry, but she didnât think he would. Sure he had always taken a step back when her, Evan, and Castor chose to bully individuals, but he had grown up the same way she had. âWhat would you have preferred, a civil little speech at the end of the night?â She scoffed out quickly, a bit peeved that Rodolphus hadnât immediately agreed with their plan of action. Not like he knew one of the masked figures was sitting right in front of him, or that another one was his own brother. âMaybe they see a new future like the one weâve always been told of, a better heirarchy system with people like you and I sitting at the top as we should be.â Her words were partially the truth but partially said in an attempt to brush off any suspiscion that she knew what had really been going on. Leaning back in her chair as Bella crossed her arms over her chest, obviously she knew where he stood or at least she hoped she did but sometimes the things he did or said that he brushed off as work, just as her sister did, made it questionable to her, âYou say that you leave people to their own devices and yet youâre out there openly defending a bloody werewolf. Not exactly keeping as quiet on things as you like to hope.â