LESTRANGE, rodolphus phineas

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What can be found in a name:
Rodolphus Phineas Lestrange;

When the day I was born:
May 21, 1958;

The Angels screamed:
Phineas Lestrange; father
Romalia Lestrange; mother
Rabastan Lestrange; brother

And Hell shut its doors:
Lyall; barn owl

While creatures retreated:
Pureblood;

To depths unknown:
Slytherin;

I hide from them:
the Lestrange mansion;
the Hog's Head;
Knockturn Alley;

Be who they want to see:
Thanks to Merlin for the genes of his parents and ancestors of sorts, Rodolphus inherited modelesque features. His face is chiseled much like his father's face. All of his strongly featured parts of his face are credit to the Lestrange in him. From the chiseled chin right down to the rigid bridge of his nose. His jawlines are statue worthy and so is the rest of the structure of his face. His eyes are a dark chocolate, yet another Lestrange feature, and are often said to be able to suck the truth from a compulsive liar's soul. His eyes often change hues or at least seem to change hues as he grows angrier or relaxes. If frustrated or angered, his eyes darken to a bottomless pit black but as he lightens up and is content with the situation, his eyes have been known to lighten to almost a hazel color. Of course, it could be argument that Rodolphus tends to stand in a dimmer light when he's angry, giving off the impression that his eyes are changing. There's also the theory that somewhere down the line of his ancestors, his great uncle had been a metamorphmagus and very small traces of such heritage occurred during great emotion. According to Rodolphus, his eyes are just dark brown and always have been. Just a different shade of brown, his hair naturally matches his eyes. His hair has changed from a light chestnut color to a near black all depending on the season of the year. This time, however, it's a natural change and not anything to do with his great uncle's magical trait. Though his facial features seem practically perfect, there's one flaw that Rodolphus will point out to anyone that remotely considers him the god of eye candy. His ears. He absolutely hates his ears. To him, they stick out just a little too much for his liking but everyone else says they don't. No matter who said what, to Rodolphus, his ears stick out too much and he's even taped them back with a simple spell and nothing's changed. It's possibly the only thing he would change of himself other than the length of his hair at times. Normally, Rodolphus isn't particularly picky on looks or anything but his ears is and always will be an exception. He hardly indulges into tattoos and other things that cover your body. He's completely clean of any discrepancies on his body and he'd like to keep it that way.

But that leaves no one:


To discover that inside:
Rodolphus is an interesting character, one of the more complex members of the Lestrange clan. He's reserved, mostly seen in the background despite being the older of the two Lestrange sons. Compared to his parents, he resembles mostly of his mother, Romalia. He prefers to keep to himself and hide anything he found valuable to himself. No point in spilling the secrets of his family only to have it thrown right back in his face. He's so reserved, in fact, he was often the one picked on during his much earlier schooling years. He was continuously picked on until, of course, his temper got the best of him. Behind nearly every naturally quiet person there's a raging temper ready to burst at any moment. Let's just say it would not be in your interest to set fire to the temper Rodolphus has hiding away behind his calm facade. Once the temper starts, it's nearly impossible to stop him from doing anything he wants to. Effects of his temper being released range anywhere from shards of glass being magically thrown at someone to sending someone to St. Mungo's to recover. He tries his best to keep himself calm but there are always the select few that try to push him past his limits for some stupid reason. Around his family, Rodolphus is similar but just as different. He's usually way more tolerant of his family and their nonsense and if possible is even more reserved at home. He trusts his family, his brother included but there's hardly anything for him to say. The only person you could even remotely say he was chatty with is Bellatrix Black, his arranged wife. Around Bella, Rodolphus acts much unlike himself. She tends to see a side of him he wishes didn't exist. It's not to say he's in love with her but he's certainly more comfortable around her than with anyone else, including blood relations.

This soulless being:
Bellatrix Black;
Causing pain;
Being feared;
Firewhiskey;
Observing;

Is just as lost:
Incompetence;
Any blood less than pure;
Being lied to;
First years;
Being touched by a lot of people;

As everyone else:
Reasoning;
Acting out without a conscience;
Academics;
Speaking his mind;
Observations;

In a world that knows only hate:
Bellatrix;
Quidditch;
His temper;
Cruelty without remorse;
Being stubborn;

And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Rodolphus is developing feelings for Bella whether he wants to or not;
He also observes his future wife daily, to see how she interacts with people;

They left me to die:
The Greengrass family, yet another pureblood clan, is as few as the Lestrange family but thrive to survive amongst the older wizarding families. Romalia Greengrass-Lestrange is the youngest of two children, her older sister, Rachel, having married into the decently respected MacMillan family have a young son, Ernest Macmillan;

On a bed of roses:
The Lestranges are quite particular and there are very few of them compared to other Pureblood lines, such as the Malfoys or the Blacks. Phineas Lestrange is the only son to Rodolphus and Elizabeth Lestrange. He does, however, have three older sisters, Elizabeth, Darla, and Belinda, none of which have married or have had children yet. The lineage of the Lestrange family is basically weighted upon whether Rodolphus and Bellatrix have a child soon and/or Rabastan marries and has children;

Blood seeping through:
The Lestranges are desperate for any Pureblood family to marry into their lineage so as to keep the line pure. There was more than enough money spent on the idea of Rodolphus marrying Bellatrix Black. Phineas had plans to marry off his first son to a Black daughter since he found out his wife's pregnancy eighteen years ago. Rodolphus' brother, Rabastan, would also have had an arranged marriage had the Black-Lestrange bond not been tight enough for marriage of Rodolphus and Bellatrix;

The satin sheets of fame:
Quite rich;

What a bitter story of love:
Rodolphus was Phineas and Romalia's first child of two in late May. It was safe to say the young Lestrange was spoiled rotten when he was just a baby but the spoiling didn't last too long since his younger brother, Rabastan, was born just a year after him. Being so close in age, the two brothers were very close growing up. They mostly had a normal childhood, or at least as normal a childhood could get with a dark wizard and a witch as parents. Phineas and Romalia raised their two sons with a sense of dignity and pride for purebloods and the lineage of their Slytherin background.

You could almost say Rodolphus' life was planned out after that. He went through etiquette lessons with his grandfather and was taught about their lineage from his father. He was to know everything about the slowly disappearing bloodline of the Lestranges. He would, after all, be the heir of the Lestranges, gaining most if not all the pressure of being in such a distinct Slytherin family. Rodolphus basically had no choice in anything. He would be in Slytherin, he would hang out with the Blacks and the Malfoys and even the Notts. He had no options for choice and over the years of schooling at Hogwarts, he came to terms with that. He's even come to terms with the fact that he is to be married to a childhood friend, Bellatrix Black.

Despite himself, he has slowly melted from his robotic lifestyle and has found himself falling for his wife to be. Mainly due to his upbringing, Rodolphus holds the emotion with a sense of poise and has hardly hinted out that he may just like Bellatrix more than he tells. The marriage isn't for his emotions but for his family. Family first. That's been his entire outlook on life. From the deepening bonds of childhood friendships he was told to make to the arranged marriage that was announced just several months prior, Rodolphus did it all for his family. In all honesty, he has yet to think of one time in his life when he had a choice. Not that he needs to make any decisions now. He has a planned life ahead of him and he has to be ready whether he wants to be or not.

Did he really need to go to this? There was honestly no point seeing as he was one of the most antisocial seventh years. He grumbled gently under his breath as he was led into the Forbidden Forest for the customary party that was held for the seventh years by the sixth years. Technically, Rodolphus should be grateful that they would even do something like this for him and classmates but since Rodolphus hated parties, he saw no point in being grateful. He had a stern expression across his face, one that said 'do not mess with me' and everyone followed that so far even the other seventh years. As he took a glance around the open meadow that had become the location of the party, Rodolphus spotted more than just one person he knew. He could see his brother doing Merlin knew what with some girl and he was pretty sure Lennox was there. Not that he talked to either all that much. Rodolphus had a problem with society and his brother wasn't too happy with him. The other Lestrange was trying to get him to talk more, open up more to the world that would soon force him to speak. What else could he do but go to the party? Anyhow, if he didn't show up Rabastan had threatened him with something that he couldn't remember.

He sighed softly to himself as he shuffled over to the somewhat corner of the place, a Butterbeer bottle safely in his hand, sipping at the drink absentmindedly. He really had no reason to be there except for Rabastan threatening him the way he always did. Rodolphus sipped more at his drink, hating how warm the drink made him feel on the inside. He just hated that, even he wasn't entirely too sure why he was like that but he just was. He guessed it was the part of him that had to be different from his family and the people he called friends for show. They loved the appetizing beverage that warmed you up on a cold day and brought happiness to a dark day but Rodolphus didn't want that. He liked being cold particularly the way his thin frame would shake in its instinctive method of survival and to stay warm. He liked the way goosebumps would rise up on his pale skin as yet another attempt to keep him warm and happiness wasn't a necessity in life. Of course, certain things still made the young seventeen year old somewhat happy but to him, happiness was overrated. Eventually, whatever made you happy would disappoint you in a way that you could never take back. Why waste time and energy on that when there were things such as information and texts that could never disappoint for they were fact? Rodolphus just didn't understand them sometimes. The ones that gave into whatever their heart so desired and then would cry when that desire wouldn't remain where they wished it to. That's why Rodolphus Lestrange was always content with himself. He had nothing to truly desire except for more knowledge from books and other texts which would never disappoint him unless their pages began to cease and allowed him no further gaining on his path of wisdom.

Once again, the young man sighed muttering random things under his breath as he paced slightly. He got the inkling of a feeling that Rabastan would be shooting out of the brush at any moment and he had to stay prepared. Prepared for whatever form of attack he would use on him as a sign of greeting. The boy was the complete opposite of Rodolphus and he figured that was why he kept nagging him about getting to know more serpents other than the ones hiding amongst the leaves. He didn't completely bother the young Lestrange but he couldn't really say anything to him about it anyways. If he did, he would just pester him more. The less commenting he was about his brother's behavior, the less likely Rabastan would bug him except to tell him to speak up more often. It was whatever and Rodolphus stopped his pacing, setting his nearly empty bottle of Butterbeer on a nearby boulder, before he stood there, hands in his pocket as he awaited for the other boy's presence. Surely Rabastan wouldn't miss out on the very party he had practically forced Rodolphus to? He supposed he would just wait and see.

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