#( interactions. rabastan lestrange )

[ofxsorcery]

A letter to @r-lestrcnge

Dear Rab,

I do hope you receive this letter and actually read this as well. First of all, I hope you are well. And I hope Alecto and the little ones are well too, she must be getting very close now. I saw your wife at St. Mungo’s the other day.

It seems that I am able to ramble on paper as much as I am able to do so in person when I don’t know how to say things.

All I can do is hope that you are willing to listen. I know I have done something perceived as unforgivable by many. But all I have done in the end, is following my heart. I needed to choose my own happiness after having ignored it for years. But despite this choice, I do miss my old life. I miss my brother. I miss you, my other friends that I no longer have.

So where I know that Lucius would not even read this letter, let alone open it. I’m hoping you will.

Like I said; I miss you and I hope you are okay. And I hope we can talk.

Love, Cressida.

[valeria-flint]

Starter for @r-lestrcnge

It wasn’t a situation that happened a lot to Val. She was used to working behind the scenes and not like this. But she was happy with the change in pace. It was a way of letting go of her frustrations about everything. The anger towards her parents, the frustration of becoming an outcast it seemed. The poor man was the one at the end of that frustration. Poison was usually her pick in weapon but her wand was a good pick of choice right now.

Val was happy with the fact that she got to do this together with Rabastan. Someone she trusted, someone who could be just as conflicted as her. The man tied to the chair was currently a subject in the background, as she spoke to her friend. “He doesn’t seem to be breaking anytime soon. Why is it again that they thought he would be a good one to have as a safe house?”

[nrcissasblack]

When: Firefly Festival Where: Drinking Garden (After dark) Who: Narcissa & Rabastan @r-lestrxnge

An acquaintance of her father had approached her when she had a moment alone. He had been asking her questions about her father's business, questions that Narcissa didn't have the answers to because she had never paid her father's business any mind, and why would she, she was Narcissa Black, but it made for a very awkward interaction. She didn't like awkward encounters with anybody, especially people she didn't know, but she knew that if her mother could see her she would be rather disappointed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar figure making his way towards her. Relief filled her, and she smiled apologetically at the man and said her goodbyes, and walked to meet Rabastan. "Rabastan!" She exclaimed, smiling as she leaned over to kiss her brother-in-law's cheek. "I'm so glad that you are here. That man is something or other to my father, but I've never met him and he was rather awkward. Thank you for saving me."

[mcrlsxmckinnon]

Starter for: @rxxlestrange Location: A muggle nightclub

It wasn't the first time that they had met at a nightclub. It was how they had met the first time around. Not that they made it a ritual of meeting here but from time to time, Marlene just needed it. She needed to forget everything that had happened with her brother. And unfortunately for her, she had searched her refuge in alcohol and party.

With a glass of champagne in her hand, Marlene leaned against the bar as she looked at her company. A rather unexpected person to be in her company, Marlene knew that but she enjoyed herself around him.

"I know we are in a muggle nightclub but can you at least try and pretend like you want to be here?"

[amoody]

Alastor was feeling very uncomfortable, and he was glad to see that the party was beginning to thin out. It seemed the only ones left were family and close friends. That being said, however, he was still uncomfortable, knowing what was hidden under the sleeves of most of the people in the room. He'd never let his discomfort show, however, especially since he was here doing a job.

With the majority of people leaving, Alastor went to look for the groom, hoping he could be relieved of his duties and let the other aurors go home for the night. After searching for a few minutes, he sighed and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I don't suppose you've seen the groom around, have you?" @r-lestrxnge

[rblcck]

When: Early Evening Where: The Hog's Head Inn Who: Regulus & @r-lestrxnge

Regulus didn't often find himself out in public, and it was even more rare for him to be alone. However he felt as though he was starting to go mad within the walls of Grimmauld Place and decided he needed to get out. Even if it was just for one drink. There weren't many places he could think of to go, The Leaky Cauldron and The Three Broomsticks were both far too public. Anywhere in Knockturn Alley would surely get him hexed, or possibly even killed. But there was one place he could rely on that was known as a place for people who didn't want to be seen.

And so, Regulus found himself pushing open the door to The Hog's Head. His eyes did a quick scan of the room, looking to see if there was anybody recognizable. The three other patrons looked to be strangers, so he felt himself relax slightly as he found a seat at the bar. Aberforth placed a mug down in front of him, knowing that Regulus came here once every few weeks for a firewhiskey. It seemed like it was going to be a nice and calm night. But the door opened again, and he instinctually turned to see who was entering. Making direct eye contact with Rabastan Lestrange, he felt his eyes widen suddenly as he turned back around, hoping that Rabastan hadn't noticed him.

[empathiie]

@mischiefxmuses | Draco & Rabastan.

It had been some time since Draco last saw Rabastan -- and that had been when Rabastan announced that he would be proposing to Draco's mother. Admittedly, he wasn't too worried about it, knowing that the other would take treat Narcissa well. Still, he was trying to limit his personal involvement with the Death Eaters. "Rabastan," He nods at the other, "Have you proposed to my mum yet?"

[nvrcissasm]

"Forgive me, Rabastan, you're right." Narcissa replied with a small shake of her head, her hand briefly resting on his arm in greeting when he leaned in to kiss her cheek. After years of practice, formalities were second nature to the witch, so it was all too easy for her to fall into autopilot when it came to greeting so many people at once.

"That's greatly appreciated, thank you. And yes, he is a very lucky man if I don't say so myself." She chuckled, her head tilting. "Hm, I guess he's alright..." She replied with a grin. "He is a very good man, I'm happy to be able to call him husband at long last. "

Rabastan was pleased for Narcissa and Lucius. He had known them for a lifetime. Childhoods spent in the same circle lent them a familiarity and loyalty that could not be replicated by outsiders, no matter how intently they attempted to curry favour. Thus, the guestlist was a welcome reprieve from ordinary grand affairs. This affair, while grand, was far from ordinary. The families had pulled out all the stops.

"That is far too formal, Cissa." With a curt chuckle, he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Congratulations to you both. I know you will be happy together. Lucius is very lucky." He paused, the remnants of his laugh transpiring to a more wicked grin. "And I suppose you are lucky, too. Lucius is a good man."

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: Cressida Malfoy & Rabastan Lestrange ( @r-lestrcnge ) Location: Formal gathering at the Ministry

For the entire night, Cressida had been bothered by a bit older employee from the Ministry. A man who could not take a hint because she had been trying to get rid of him for a majority of the evening now. He was clingy and he was showing way too much interest in her and the blonde just wanted to get out of there. She wanted to get out early, telling her parents that she was returning home early, so she could sneak over to Tib's place instead. But so far... That was not going to happen.

Cressida nodded slowly as if she was listening to what the man was telling her, when her eyes caught a familiar appearance near her. Rabastan Lestrange. Someone who she had been once so familiar with but only was acquainted with now. But the look in her eyes said enough when she finally caught his attention; please help me.

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @r-lestrcnge Location: A corridor away from the gala

Growing up in the Pureblood community meant one thing; you grew up visiting a lot of parties and gala's. And Val's limit on enjoying a gala like this from the Ministry was very, very low. But she was expected to show from her father.

So instead of moving around the busy Atrium, she had stolen a bottle of champagne at the catering and had found Rabastan to make sure that it would be empty by the end of the night and the company was pleasant too.

"Do you think we will ever be able to get out from under our parents' influence when it comes to these stupid things and just decide by ourselves if we want to attend these gala's or not?"

[nrcissasblack]

Where: Rabastan's townhouse, London Who: Narcissa & Rabastan @r-lestrxnge

Narcissa couldn't get Andromeda out of her mind since her run in with her yesterday. Why had she sat down with Andromeda? She knew better that no good would come from indulging in Andromeda's attempts to bridge that gap. It had been a moment of weakness, she told herself, and then Bellatrix had come in and everything got worse. Bellatrix was unforgiving. What if she had managed to ruin that relationship too? Narcissa was tired of losing people. She was tired of feeling like this.

She didn't know what had brought her to Rabastan's home, but she just...hoped that she was making the right choice. She knew that he wasn't expecting her, she should have sent him a message but she had needed to get out of her home and Rabastan's townhouse had seemed like a good place to go. She hoped he would understand.

Standing in his sitting room, she waited while his elf went to get him. Glancing up when she heard him walk into the room, she offered him a small smile. "I should have owled ahead, I'm sorry for disrupting you. I hope you weren't terribly busy."

[purebloods-mudbloods]

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

—¿y cuando he necesitado que alguien venga por mi?— expresó la chica con una pequeña sonrisa en sus labios mientras observaba al contrario —Ahora ya que es obvio que tu hermanito no va a venir, supongo que tendremos que encargarnos nosotros—

@cxpectopatronum​

[florsial]

Rabastan lestrange…stinky man…weirdo… (he plagues my thoughts)

Same. Same. Regrettably so.

Every day it's just no thoughts. Just him, his complicated relationship with his twin brother, his mock marriage, and his silver armor in the form of layered necklaces, finger guards, and heavy girdles. He sits quietly in the corner near Regulus in a DE meeting and the two retire after and are never seen again for the rest of the night. Just picturing them sitting across from each other while having a meal in silence with only "Mon amour, Mon ami" by Marie Laforêt playing in the background.

And him in a Modern Au with his stupid expensive Rolex collection and inappropriate age gap relationship with Regulus. He constantly skips out on family dinners unless they are hosted by his mother. Most liked by the media in his famously wealthy families on both sides because he's the perfect vision of what every teenage girl with daddy issues wants. He's getting verbally mauled and ripped apart in the Pantheon's group chat for none of Regulus' friends like him and also in messages and hangouts between Regulus and Sirius who also doesn't like him.

Thinking about him creating spells to do more damage because every hit counts. Every flinch, step back, and slight mark of red on skin makes him smile because he knows in a physical or magical altercation no one can overtake him. His ability to fight defines him and he will furnish whatever he has on hand, a fist, a wand, and blade, etc etc etc

He's a weirdo to us and almost everyone who isn't an older, rich pureblood. I think he's absolutely pathetic actually. Every interaction with Rodolphus leaves in him a bitter mood for hours and he's constantly looking for Regulus' attention.

[andromedashoax]

Andromeda Black

hi I’m Andromeda Black

friend/family call me Andy or Dromeda

slytherin

french

head girl

17 years old

i’m single

lover of poetry, art, literature & music

fashion icon

mes amours:

Slytherins

Bellatrix, my crazy old sister: @the-queen-bellatrix

Regulus, my little cousin : @little-king-offical

Pandora, my prettiest cousin ever: @pandoras-nox

Severus, potions master: @severusprince-snape

Barty, chaotic, boozes, & flirting: @lifeofthe-barty

Evan, chaotic cousin: @whokilledevanrosier

Dorcas, she is that girl: @cas-not-the-band

Rodolphus Lestrange, emo boy: @rodolphus-le-strange

Rabastan, shiny: @feeblemortal

Persephone Lylia, queen of color- @daughter-of-spring

Anastasia Selwyn, a goddess in disguise: @anastasia-selwyn

Vidalia Carrington, gorgeous: @vidiadelafairy

Aelius Fawly, style king: @aelius-with-a-quill

Edmund Avery, chaotic thing 1: @averykissableguy

Bruce Mulciber, chaotic thing 2: @fire-allayer

Valentina Zabini, a show woman: @vszabini

Narcissa: @flowers-of-narcissus

Lucius: @malfoy-lu

Hufflepuff

Olivier, sev’s boyfriend??: @oxxen--free

Sybill Trelawney, fortune cookie: @sybill-patrica-trelawney

Imogen Morningstar, she seems cool:@imogenmorningstar

Adam Morningstar, he quite but really sweet: @adam-lukas-morningstar

Elias Smith, dove: @magandang-kaluluwa

Ravenclaw

Alex, il est vraiment chaud: @kingalexanderthegreat

Xenophilius, spiritual and whimsical actually pretty cool: @xeno-graphical

Theodore, he has it all: @tjsinclairofficial

Emmeline, besties: @emmelineandhervans

Lockhart, another fashion icon (please tell me your secrets): @mystical-magical-me

Rita Skeeter, please stay out of my business: @poison-penmanship

Gryffindors

Sirius, my go to person: @thebr1ghteststar

Remus, favorite future cousin in law: @looneymoonyy

Lily, iconic no need to tell you more: @lilyevensoffical

Alice, very sweet girl: @alicethekindon

Peter, is beth harmon: @wormy-loves-ch33se

Mary, sweet as sugar: @mary-mcdeal

Marlene, hottest hottie around: @marls-mckinn0ns

James, he very funny and Sirius best mate: @james-the-amazing-potter

Hestia, the hot cat mom: @hjonesworld

Phoenix, my gossiping buddy: @flyasaphoenix

Fabian Prewett, smooth: @fabian-with-an-f

Molly Prewett, so sweet @mollberryshortcake

School Papers

Newspaper: @hogwartsstudentconfidential

The Quibbler: @student-quibbles

to join dm @lixzey or @jennapancake!!!! this is my interpretation of the Andromeda so if you don’t like it don’t interact

[ofxsorcery]

Ros looked over her shoulder at the backroom he mentioned. “Not really, I think the cook might be able to handle it all himself. Unless you want to offer to help him cook. That is if you ever cooked yourself in your entire life.” He probably had a house elf looking after him and the family for all those years. Offering for him to go back there was rather dangerous, but there were still layers of protection there hiding the extra room. And it was not noticeable that there was a room hidden there.

The woman grabbed a firewhiskey for Rabastan as she looked at the front door. People were starting to try to get out but there were also people on the other side of the door, luckily for her. All she could hope for now, was that the people on the outside were quick to make sure the door was unblocked. She placed the glass in front of him on the bar.

“Here you go, on the house. For the trouble of being locked in,” she said to him, her voice sickly sweet as she said so. As if it was faith, after she had spoken those words, the front door opened up again and people walked in, drenched from the rain but happy to find shelter.

“Now, if you don’t mind. I have to make sure that the door won’t get blocked again. My colleague over there will see you out after you’re done with that firewhiskey.” Time to get Lestrange out of there.

He was unaffected by Rosmerta's surprise, aside from the vague recognition that her expression made her look like an idiotic goldfish. It was hardly exaggeration if it were true - which it was. Surely even this infuriating witch knew the difference. He wholeheartedly believed that she understood the legal implications, but having stated his intention he could not be bothered to debate with her about anything else. On her own head be it, if the other patrons saw fit to object. He hoped they did. A little contained riot would make this whole sorry ordeal worth his while. He was not against instigating one.

Since she was usually so vocal, the mere fact that she remained silent confirmed his suspicion. This was not merely a case of protecting one's possessions. There was more to it. So he raised his eyebrows in mirrored indication, still aware of the sounds drifting from the backroom between the storm's heavy thunder claps.

"Does something need your attention back there, Abbott?" In the pause that followed, a couple moved to the front door and proceeded to rattle it. He didn't turn, remaining exactly where he sat, willing to witness how quickly the mood could change in the currently affable room. "Very well. I will have a firewhisky." He deserved it for his trouble. Behind him, the witch with her hand on the door attempted an unbolting charm. It backfired, earning yelps from both sides of the building; others had gathered on the outside in the rain, hoping to shelter inside.

[sugarsnappeases]

what’s that i hear you say ? ‘oh kara, will you please ramble to me about rodolphus lestrange' ?

well... i suppose i could.... if you insist...

to me, rodolphus is outwardly just your run-of-the-mill pureblood heir. he's the spitting image of his father, he's been raised to replace him and ultimately he’ll do it without complaining bc it's his Right. he's the lestrange heir and everything that entails in terms of like. authority and capability and stoicism and just generally having power and wielding it comfortably (and also being a raging blood supremacist xoxo)

and to me the lestranges are very Normal in terms of pureblood aristocracy (and oh i could go into rabastan too, he's the classic like no-responsibilities spare to me, in an ideal world he'd be on one endless Grand Tour, gadding about europe all byronesque, quaffing wine from skulls and swimming nude in the venetian canals. but these are thoughts for another day), like they don’t really have so much of that beautiful inherent crazy that there is in the blacks, or the rosiers or carrows for example.

but that doesn’t mean that he’s not a deeply unpleasant individual, to me he’s very like. surly. like he can do the whole polite charming high society act, maintaining alliances or whatever, but the majority of the time he spends at balls and galas and things is just brooding over a glass of firewhiskey. and he’s like tall, well-built, imposing, and probs glowering into the middle distance so he’s really not very approachable

he’s smart. he’s a skilled duellist. he takes himself very seriously. his involvement with the dark arts is a mixture of family expectation, academic interest, and the desire for some kind of outlet. bc i think also he’s very angry a lot of the time - angry about his responsibilities, and having to interact w the other purebloods, and at his brother, and at his wife (and i could talk forever about bella & rodo’s relationship i’ve been buzzing with thoughts about them recently) and he’s never once dealt w any emotion in a healthy way, he’s very careful about always being imperturbable in public, so he channels those like. violent thoughts into, initially, testing out curses on animals and things, and then, when he joins the death eaters (and also probs even before that), on the people that he views as animals (muggleborns. and i hope it’s clear that this isn’t a view i endorse i just like exploring his character)

when you stiff upper lip so hard that you have to join a terrorist organisation just so you don’t explode from pent-up rage….. happens to the best of us……. anyway i reckon he’s one of the earlier people to join the death eaters, once tom came back to england, bc he’s very convinced of his superiority over muggleborns and he’s got the skills, the social standing, and the violent urges to make tom want him on board. i think that he joined before bella did even and she then joined through him but that’s a different can of worms.

he’s up there w the most loyal and the most trusted death eaters bc he takes it almost as seriously as he takes his role as heir. he’s powerful and he’s ambitious and he’s really fucking angry. he’s got an intense competitive nemesis situation going on with antonin dolohov (they also fuck. i have a lot to say about them. i��ve been concocting lore recently). he doesn’t denounce the dark lord after halloween 1981, he spends the rest of his life in and out of azkaban, consumed by The Cause.

he can never complete his duty as the lord lestrange. like i think his dad died fairly young so rod is the lord for a solid ten/fifteen years before his first arrest but even then, he and bella don’t have kids, there’s no lestrange heir, and he never even succeeds in getting rabastan to marry someone. he doesn’t secure the family legacy, him and his brother are the last of their line, he’s essentially failed in the task that he was born and raised to fulfil, but by that point he’s resigned himself to it. i think he flounders a little after his first escape from azkaban when he obvs can’t really publicly be an aristocrat anymore, bc he’s lost the central purpose of his life, but then he just doubles back down on his little killing torturing bigotry side hustle.

he’s loyal to the dark lord even after his death (both deaths) to the extent of going to azkaban for him (three times) bc he’s leaned into that outlet, that release for his anger (which by that point would’ve changed targets somewhat), so much that it’s become the core of his existence. he is. i feel. a bit of a poster boy for the death eaters. and i think he’s neat.

bosh. thank you for your time 🙏