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cassian malfoy: 

“maybe it’s fate –” he joked, there was nothing about his self-assured smile that indicated that he even believed remotely in the concept of fate, oh no – life was what he made it, every moment – every second with her had been a choice and his pride could not be concerned with being humble or willfully naive.  jaw dropping as he feigned shock – melodramatic to say the least as his hand rested over his heart, “we weren’t friends in your books? i wouldn’t have ever guessed –”. shoulders falling into a shrug as he drew closer to her while trying to remain a respectable distance, “i couldn’t resist –”

lips twisting into a sly smile, “that wasn’t a no –” observing her carefully, he knew he couldn’t push too much, he wouldn’t give her a reason to retreat back into herself, but he wasn’t going to not appreciate the progress. “i’m too selfish to leave you alone”

       ❝ you  regarded  me  as  a  friend  ,  then  ? ❞   rosine  canvasses  his  face  for  only  a  moment  more ,  forcing  her  gaze  back  to  the  front  of  the  atrium  so  the  two  stand  shoulder  to  shoulder .  just  like  how  they  had  been  at  the  station ,  but  this  time  rosine  will  do  better  at  making  sure  she’s  got a  leveled  chance .  in  spite  of  that ,  fate  is  a  word  that  manages  her  touch  before  she  can  even  repeat  it .  cassian  struck  her  as  the  type  of  person  to  not  shy  away  from  anything  he  wanted  ,  a  man  of  many  riches  and  prestige  had  somehow  found  himself  entangled  with  her .  two  branches  grafted  from  different  trees ,  one  not  outshining  the  other  in  its  battle  for  more  .    ❝ i  forget  ,   that’s  never  stopped  you  before  . ❞       

      her  arms  cross   against  her  chest  then ,  fingers  curling  against  the  fabric  of  the  sleeve  stitched  into  her  dress .  her  cheeks  should  be  burning  red  from  embarrassment ,  but  the  flattery  that  comes  from  his  obvious  flirting  only  causes  her  to  shake  her  head .  cassian’s  more  committed  than  she  had  imagined , ❝  then  i  would  be  substantiated   in  assuming  that  i   should  expect  to  see  you  more  often ? ❞

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evan rosier: ​

it was rare when their jobs interloped with each other but it was still a surprise to see rosine here. he had finished talking to some of the auror’s walking over towards rosine and giving her a polite smile. “fancy seeing you here.” he says, he usually spent most of his time with the black’s and the other lestranges, but all in all he was pleased to see her in her element. in both of their element even if evan thought their presence was unneeded here. the issue had been resolved quit quickly and it was just about the time that he would have started heading home anyways. if not for the bloody paperwork. 

           rosine   packages  the  necklace  in  parchment ,  finding  satisfaction  in  breaking  the  curse  on  the  object .  it’d  been  a  tricky  situation ,  and  while  most  of  her  field  work  usually  included  collaboration  with  other  departments  ,  she  is  quickly  surprised  to  be  approached  by  evan  rosier .   ❝ it’s  almost  like  i  am  doing  the  work  required  of  me ,  ❞  brows  tilt  up  ,  but  a   smile  still  graces  her  lips .  she’d  heard  of  him  many  times  before  -  his  reputation  definitely  matched  what  she  had  pictured  in  her  mind .  ❝ you  and  your  team  cleaned  up  the  scene  nicely .”  she  offers  as  a  compliment ,  now  fixing  her  gaze  towards  the  wizards  moving  around  them  with  a  purpose .  

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andromeda black: 

        ❝      quiet   rose   !   any   louder   and   they’ll   hear   you   the   other   side   of   the   channel      ❞      even   as   she   flushed   scarlet   as   she   spoke   ,      andromeda   couldn’t   help   the   smile   that   crept   onto   her   lips   .      ❝      i   can   say   it   was   a   very   enjoyable   night   though   ❞

        ❝  no  one’s  hardly  qualified to  be  a  critic ,  andie .  most  aren’t  fortunate  enough  to  find  someone  capable  of  making  it  so ,  . ❞  rosine  snickers ,  regarding  her  sister-in-law  with  a  knowing  grin .  ❝  a  toast  ,  then ,  to  whomever  it  is .  ❞

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rabastan & rodolphus lestrange: 

 @rodolphvslestrange​

he couldn’t remember the last time all of them had been together that wasn’t something like a public event like the one they just left. it had been too long, in his opinion, family time was very rare but he had loved the times they had when they were children. holidays were something special because he had tried to make them that way despite the darkness that seemed to follow them in their house. it was everywhere, creeping into them, but unfortunate for rod he had carried that with him. when rabastan asks the question, it shocks him, but no one would ever know, his features are calm and collected, though he is surprised as his brother’s outburst, it had stung, left an awful taste in his mouth that his brother would assume such a thing. he had continued making the tea for a moment before turning to look at both of them. “yes, what would make you think that rabastan?” he asks, he tilts his head and looks at rosine again. “of course it’s irrational.” he tries to keep the venom in his voice, offended that his siblings would think so low of him, even though, secretly, he couldn’t blame them. they both had a secret from rosine, he feared that it would rear it’s ugly head in no time. 

“it isn’t irrational.” he stated with a finality he didn’t really feel entirely. he was terrified the lestrange family was involved and it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities, given their standing within the death eater circles. their family was high ranking, or at least he thought they were. maybe rodolphus knew better but he was looking for reassurance right now, that was all. he ducked his head, stole a glance at rosine and felt badly he had done this in front of her. she knew he was marked, she’d written to him after his ceremony but he was pretty sure she didn’t know details beyond that, or wouldn’t want to know and here he was talking about it so openly in front of her. “it isn’t irrational.” he says again, frustrated. “we’re death eaters and it’s clear the tufts were targeted, their deaths weren’t natural by any means. our family —- just tell me we weren’t involved, okay?” 

        there  it  is  again ,  a  confusion  sparked  by  something  that  rabastan  has  said .   when  her  eyes  find  themselves  on  her  little  brother’s  face ,  there  is  a  passion  bursting  with  each  word ,  and  with  each  question ,  rosine  becomes  more  convinced  that  he’s  not  asking  for  the  reasons  that  were  normal  for  most  death eaters .  but  that’s  not  something  too  concerning  for  rosine  at  the  moment -  instead ,  she’s  more  peeved  by  the  quarrel .  she’d  been  the  one  to  welcome  them  to  her  place ,  and  here  both  rabastan  and  rodophlus    were  stuck  in  a  standstill .  rosine  refused  to  be  in  the  cross  fire .  not  when  she  had  made  the  decision  years  ago  to  not  take  the  mark  .  ❝  enough ,  rabastan !  ❞  she  finally  interrupts  the  pair ,  frustration  etched  into  her  features  as  rosine  continues .  the  only  regret  she’s  got  is  raising  her  voice  at  rabastan ,  but  she’d  never  consented  to  an  interrogation  about  something  that  definitely  didn’t  involve  her .  ❝ i  thought  we  could  spend  the  evening  here .  i’d  cook  something  simple ,  just  an  escape .  ❞   all  an  optimistic  thought  at  the  time ,  but  her  patience  is  wearing  thin .   ❝  so  we  either  drop  this  or  you  two  are  leaving . ❞   

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ellie allaire: ​

         ❝      you   might   surprise   yourself   and   actually   enjoy   it      ❞

          ❝  that’s  exactly  what  my  mother  would  say .  cassian’s  both  pleasant  and  nice  to  look  at ,  i’ll  admit .   but  i’ve  never  really  thought  of  myself  as  the  person  to  get  married .  much  less  without  the  romance  .  ❞

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andromeda black: ​​

          ❝      i   ,      um   ,      haven’t   been   home   yet      ❞

          ❝  no  wonder  why  you  look  absolutely  incandescent .  i  hope  you  were  able  to  find  the  release  you  needed ,  you’ve  looked  tense  since  coming  back .  ❞

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benjy fenwick: 

rosine’s home had always felt more inviting than his own, but he thinks that’s just because of the person that she is. he had bent down to say hello to the cats, petting their head before they scurried away from him. he had looked around her place with a soft smile on his lips as he thought about the presents. she brings him back and he nods his head, “oh yes, multiple.” he had taken them out of the big box that he had been carrying. “i had noticed before a lot of the muggle pantings so i had tried to get some that were in a similar style. this is from a native romanian, found it at one of the markets on my off day.” it was a couple of paintings, they weren’t very big to take up too much space. “a couple of trinkets too.” they were decorative pieces, and then of course, “and chocolate. perhaps that was more my sweet tooth than anything but i figured chocolate is good for the soul.” he smiles again, sheepishly handing it to her. “well i’d trade you, but i don’t think it works like that.” he jokes, shaking his head. 

      rosine  uncovers  the  canvas  ,  thumb  grazing  against  the  edge  as  the  corner  of  her  lips  stay  warm  with  a  fond  smile .  it’s  a  rather  simple  piece  of  art ,  but  the  thought  is  what  warms  her .  “ these  are  so  nice ,  thank  you -”  she  studies  its  details  for  a  moment  more ,  appreciating  the  fine  array  of  colors  that  coated  the  space .  even  without  magic  muggles  still  were  able  to  produce  the  same  feeling  that  coarsed  her  veins  with  a  paint  brush .  “ i  picked  my  first  set  of  muggle  art  from  a   family  that  had  to  be  oblivated .  i  never  took  muggle  studies  at  hogwarts  but   it’d  be  ignorant  to  think  that  there’s  no  significance  with  these  illustrations .”  she  finally  puts  the  pieces  aside ,  looking  up  expectantly  at  the  rest  that  benjy  had  to  offer  her .  of  course  she’d  take  the  chocolate  with  no  questions  asked .  “ i’ll  never  say  no  to  chocolate ,”  she  adds  with  a  grin ,  already  moving  to  open  the  wrapped  sweet  to  share  with  her  friend  as  they  sit  on  the  couch  in  her  living  room .  a  hand  extends  towards  them  with  a  bar ,  expecting  them  to  take  one  at  the  expense  of  having  something  to  give  back .  “ believe  me ,  it  wouldn’t  be  a  fair  trade  either .  i  hardly  want  the  pile  myself -”  rosine  now  rests  her  arm  against  the  back  of  the  couch ,  moving  to  face  benjy  with  brows  raised  with  neverending  curiosity .  “ how  was  the  trip ?  were  you  able  to  resolve  all  the  issues ?”

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cassian malfoy: 

he should keep away – there were far too many eyes and a chatter that had his ears ringing. he had been good, good for all but ten minutes before his resolve trickled away, she was standing at the front, the kind of beauty that he hadn’t appreciated till a well deserved tongue lashing – she was a united front for rod, what was the harm of an old friend saying hello? a somber smile stretched his lips as he garnered her attention, “i had to pay my respects” he stated easily, as practiced as he was – perhaps a part of him was sympathetic, he didn’t doubt the annihilation of the tufts would serve its purpose, but he certainly wasn’t enthralled with the idea of the lone wolf grace tuft would become. 

“you don’t look displeased –” he commented, a smile smirk stretching his lips as he turned his head to cast his family a look, “there was a better view here” he retorted, “– but if you’d like, i can go back?” what did they say about indifference? it was supposed to draw people in. 

       the  hum  that  coats  her  throat  is  a  clear  indication  of  her  understanding ,  arms  drawing  to  cross  against  her  chest  as  rosine  regards  cassian  with  a  nod .  “ just  like  everyone  else  here ,”  it’s  just  another  occasion  to  garner  influence -  something  so  dreary  like  a  funeral  could  serve  its  purpose  to  the  willing  subject .  “ but  what  is  the  count  now ?  ...  two  times  in  a  week ? ”  a   smug  expression  replaces  the  somber  one  that  had  been  contouring  her  features  for  the  past  hour   as  rosine  continues .  “  i’d  be  brave  to  say  that  we  might  be  friends  rather  than  acquaintances .” 

    even  with  a  distorted  view ,  rosine  can  distinguish  the  other’s  elegant  visage ,  but  it’s  not  the  sleek  dress  robes  that  catches  her  attention .  she’s  seen  materialistic  riches  all  her  life ,   “ that’s  because  displeased  wouldn’t  be  the  right  word .”  rosine  knows  better  than  to  let  his  taunting  produce  a  reaction ,  but  it  doesn’t  stop  her  from  suddenly  snapping  her  gaze  towards  him  when  he  starts  to  pull  away .  it’s  not  begging  nor  a  plea ,   but  it’s  rather  close  :  “ you  wouldn’t .”  two  words  that  aren’t  a  challenge ,  more  so  an  observation  .  

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the lestranges / @rodolphvslestrange​​ , rvbvstn

it had been a very long time since he had a proper sit down with his siblings like this. he wouldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t…. nervous about it. the nerves coming from a place of wishing that things were better. he had given bella a knowing look before he left, playing out how the night would end, already knowing what his siblings would probably say. by the time they got to rosine’s his first prediction dropped. he stands like a stranger in his sisters home, having visited before but in such an intimate and sad setting it feels different. darker. not as warm as when he once visited before. he hadn’t known exactly what to say to that, other than he was glad that it wasn’t them, and that he would do anything to protect them even if it meant them hating him for it. “it’s a tragedy,” he says, looking at his sister, his eyes briefly looking over at his brother. “it’s not hard to feel empathy especially if you imagine your loved one’s in their shoes.” he says, passing by both of them to make tea. 

bas entered the space behind his brother and sister, he’d been here once before and that felt like ages ago, even though it was just a few days. so much seemed to have changed and while he wished this could simply be a bonding night for the three of them he had a few burning questions to ask and he couldn’t for the life of him bite his tongue. “was it us? did we do this to the tufts?” he blurted out, directing it at rodolphus, hoping it didn’t offend rosine. but he was marked now and he wouldn’t let himself be kept in the dark. “that memorial would have been uncomfortable enough if i hadn’t spent the entire thing wondering how involved we were.” he didn’t let on that he was distraught over the idea, more so putting out the vibe that he just wanted to be trusted with the information. but he knew it would come off as him being suspicious, or judgemental and he just couldn’t help that either. 

      another  quip  is  set  to leave  rosine’s  lips ,  the  sourness  that  had  built  over  the  entire  day  now  brimming  at  the  edge  now  they’re  in  the  comfort  of  her  home  -  but  before  she  could  even  speak ,  her  head  snaps  toward  rabastan .  had  that  been  the  reason  why  rabastan  had  appeared  so  uncomfortable  at  the  venue ?  when  had  she  become  so  blind  to  his  emotions ?  even  if  the  accusation  seems  to  have  little  foundation ,  rosine  finds  herself  encouraging  it  for  a  moment . rodolphus  would  never  easily  incriminate  himself ,  he  was  far  more  cunning  than  that .  “ what  would  make  you  think  that ,  rabastan ? ”  it’s  a  question  rosine  has  a  feeling  she’d  never  get  the  answer  to ,  but  to  be  an  unknowing  suspect  in  the  murder  of  a  respectable  family ?  to  insinuate  that  any  member  of  their  family  would  be  capable  of  murder  in  any  degree  is  unsettling -  “ rodolphus ,  tell  him  he’s  being  irrational .  our  family  had  nothing  to  do  with  it ,”  now  her  eyes  move  to  rodolphus ,  whom  stopped  in  his  pursue  of  tea .  “ - ... right ?”

[rosinele]

A Simple Favor (2018) dir. Paul Feig

[rosinele]

closed ; @cassianmalfoy​

      for  an  event  that  was  meant  to  memorialize  a  legacy  that  ended  too  soon ,  rosine  stays  in  the  front  row  of  the  venue .  appearance  always  mattered ,  she’s  reminded  by  her  mother ,    especially  since  it  was  her  blood  that  organized  the  event .  it’s  a  cheap  performance ,  one  mangled  with  prose  recounting  the  importance  of  family  from  rodolphus  and  other  bit  a  painful  farewell  to  what  innocence  was  left  in  grace  tuft .  whomever  done  it  had  a  stake  in  the  war ,  that  much  was  obvious  as  families  with  different  allegiances  stood  in  the  same  room .  this  was  a  rare  occasion  where  everyone  could  come  together  with  a  similar  thought : it  shouldn’t  have  been  the  tufts .  the  tight  squeeze  of  her  hand  only  relaxes  once  rosine  realizes  the  company  that  had  stepped  besides  her ,  the  figure  of  a  familiar  body  welcome  as  a  distraction .  “ i  should  have  known  you’d  show  here ,”  rosine  decides  that  cassian  needn’t  realize  the  relief  his  presence  brings  .  “ the  view  from  where  your  family  wasn’t  enough ?”

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closed ; @sturgispcdmcore​

    “  who  ever  thought  to  have  an  open  bar  for  this  service  is  either  bloody  brilliant  or  mad , “  rosine  says  to  other  wizard  next  to  her,  taking  liberty  in  swirling  the  contents  of  her  glass  with  a  shrug .  maybe  the  alcohol  was  a  needed  remedy  to  smooth  the  anxiety  that  was  evident  in  the  room .  “ i  haven’t  decided  which  one  yet. ”

[rosinele]

mundugus fletcher: 

    ℎ𝑖𝑠  𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒       comes   announced   by  the   smack   of  hands  over  rosine’s  chair ,   looking  down  over  her  with  a  laugh  at  the   comment .         ❛    i   think   i  have  pay  coming  in   soon ,   ❜      mundungus   shrugs   before  adding  in  a   little   more  quietly :      ❛    should   probably   check  up  on  that .   ❜      he  twists  around  to   lean   against  her  table .     ❛    but   of  course ,   rosie   dear   —   i’ll  treat  you  to  an   out   any  time .    just  say  the  word ,   ❜    he   coos ,    before  reaching  into  his   pocket   to  take  out  a  small …   rock ?    he  doesn’t  even  know ,    but  he  gives  her   puppy  eyes   for  it  anyways .     ❛    and   check   this  thing  out  for  me ?   ❜

       rosine  pays  little  attention  to  the  mention  of  monetary  compensation  ,  her  fixed  gaze  now  settling  to  where  mundugus  slips  his  hand  into  the  pocket  of  his  robe .    “ this  might  be  the  opportune  time  to  cash  in  the  free  drink ,”  she  states  as  the  object  comes  into  view  .  her  hand  is  now  extended  ,  inviting  the  magical  item  into  her  palm  to  allow  for  a  better  look .  the  imprints  of  dark  magic  is  still  evident  along  the  edges ,  centuries   of  erosion  having  only  scraped  the  surface  of  what  was  hidden  inside .  “ i  would  ask  where  you  got  this ,  but  again ,  i  have  a  feeling  you  wouldn’t  tell  me  even  if  i   pressed  nicely .”  the  light  in  the  pub  was  hardly  enough  to  lend  a  helpful  view ,  but  that  doesn’t  diminish  her  determination .  

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amycus carrow: 

             ❛  ooh,  ❜  he  couldn’t  help  but  laugh,  impressed  by  rosine’s  spitfire  tone.  he’d  probably  deserved  it,  but  maybe  that  was  his  mission  all  along.  he  leaned  back  and  crossed  his  arms  over  his  chest  as  he  bounced  his  head  —  he  liked  the  idea  of  having  something  lined  up  already  for  when  the  year  was  through,  especially  something  with  the  lestranges.  his  eyes  drew  nearer  when  rosine  began  to  draw  circles  on  the  table,  humming  at  her  questions.  ❛  rabastan  ?  ❜  he  wondered  if  this  had  something  to  do  with  quidditch  or  chances  for  the  world  cup.  ❛  of  course.  any  idea  who  he  might  be  in  trouble  with,  or  what  ?  ❜  

     the  sweet  twinge  of  amycus’  laugh  only  further  coaxes  her  ego ,  finding  an  odd  comfort  in  that  moment  .  she’s  not  blind  to  his  character  ,  but  it  serves  to  be  resourceful  when  he  turns  willingly  at  her  requisition .  so  instead ,  she  nods .  “ yes,  rabastan . ”  it’s  better  to  have  someone  else  to  pry ,  especially  when  she’s  always  respected  her  little  brother’s  ambition .  but  in  a  world  that  was  so  quick  to  prey  on  gentle  spirits ,  rosine  needed  to  make  sure  he  was  okay .  “  maybe  i  am  just  being  paranoid ,  but  he’s  been  a  bit  secretive  with  me  lately .  and  to  be  truthful  ,  i  have  never  liked  it  when  people  lie  to  me .”  

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the  lestranges /  @rodolphvslestrange & @rvbvstn

     the  stiffness  from  the  apparition  still  sores  the  muscles  of  rosine’s  back ,  but  that  does  not  stop  her  from  tossing  the  black  heels  to  the  right  the  moment  she  walks  into  her  flat .  melancholy  still  lingered  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  ,  and  it’s  a  feeling  that  she’d  prefer  to  ignore  . but  looking  back  towards  her  two  brothers  who  follow  behind  ,  rosine  is  reminded  that  it’s  a   consequence  of  their  family  name ;   darkness  always  seemed  to  follow  them  no  matter  how  hard  they  tried  to  fight  it  .  “ i  cannot  imagine  being  in  grace’s  place ,”  somber  words  to  her  siblings  who  fought  on  too many  occasions .  it’s  probably  the  closet  rosine  will  ever  admit  to  feeling  grateful  it  wasn’t  their  names  on  the  paper .  “ it  was  a  nice  service ,  though .  how  many  times  did  you  rehearse  those  emotions ,  rodolphus ?  almost  seemed  convincing .”   

[rosinele]

      rosine  is   found  immersed  in  a  mountain  of  paperwork ,  one  arm  slouched  against  the  wooden  table  and  left  cheek  balanced  on  her  palm  as  she  moves  her  quill  across  the  parchment .  this  was  her  least  favourite  part  of  the  job ;  but  the  adventures ,  the  hidden  caves ,  the  new  people  and  everything  else  extraordinary  made  the  agonizing  work  worth  it .  on  this  particular  night ,  rosine  had  decided  to  bring  the  paper work  home .  her  cats  ,  however ,  appreciated  the  company  as  the  pair  stayed  by  her  side .   the  sound  of  a  knock  on  her  front  door  surprises  her ,  especially  when  she  hadn’t  expected  anyone  that  evening .  a  million  and  one  of  guesses  course  through  her  mind  as  she  approaches  the  entrance ,  and  rosine  gladly  accepts  failure  when  she  catches  benjy’s  figure  before  her .  “ believe  me  when  i  say  that  your  company  is  always  welcomed ,  especially  now .”  sure  the  idea  of  gifts  are  nice ,  but  anything  is  better  than  explaining  the  predicament  with  mundugus  in  legal  terms .  “  gifts ?  as  in  multiple ?”  she  inquires  ,  gaze  now  falling  from  her  friend’s  face  to  their  hands  with  expectant  look .  “ you’ve  always  got  the  knack  of  making  me  feel  like  i  don’t  deserve  you .  the  only  gift  i’ve  got  for  you  is  some  paper work  .”  

@rosinele​

it seemed that while they both had the same line of work, they rarely saw each other. by the time that benjy had gotten back from romania on his mission he had no idea where rosine had been, hence why he was standing outside of her door with a box of presents that he had brought for friends and coworkers. he had been to her place before, noticed a lot of the muggle artwork and went from there when it came to gifts. he had stopped by a lot of markets and found so many odd trinkets that they thought rosine would enjoy and by the time she opened up the door he was finishing counting all the things he had brought back for her. he smiled up at his friend with the box in hand. “sorry to stop by unannounced, i come bearing gifts.” and then they remember the box of romania tea that he had been gifted from a local. “i also thought you might enjoy seeing a friendly face.” they add, rocking on their heels in front of their flat. 

[rosinele]

amycus carrow: 

           amycus  looks  rosine  up  and  down,  noticing  the  obvious  in  their  height  difference  before  she  took  a  seat.  ❛  when  you’re  down  there,  and  i’m  up  here,  yes.  ❜  he  grinned.  he  hummed  at  the  request,  knowing  he  would  be  smart  to  pretend  to  take  it  into  consideration,  but  smarter  to  accept  it  immediately.  ❛  no  convincing  needed  —  you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  the  lestrange  family.  anything.  ❜  

      rosine  is  not  entirely  unaware  of  his  testing  gaze  on  her ,  eyes  rolling  at  his  words  as  if  she  had  expected  any  thing  else  from  him .  “ keep  going  with  that ,  and  i’ll  be  sure  you’re  the  one  on  their  knees .”  the  sweet  smile  is  back  on  her  lips ,  placing  her  chin  in  her  palms  as  she  watches  him  expectantly  .  it  hadn’t  been  part  of  her  plan  to  ask  him  about  her  future  plans  but  it’s  a  request  that  she’d  heard  from  rodolphus  months  ago .  “ that  was  something  i  was  betting  on ,”  rosine  hums  ,  now  dropping  her  gaze  towards  the  table  where  her  other  hand  had  begun  to  draw  circles  on  the  surface .  “ you’d  do  me  a  favour  then  ?  i’m  afraid  that  rabastan  might  be  in  trouble .  not  sure  with  who  ,  but  would  you  mind  keeping  a  watchful  eye  on  him ?”