and i'm back; rodolphus

It was a pleasant surprise to see Nic back in England and to find out that the man had plans to stay in the country long term, well, as “long term” as Nic ever managed. The pair had chatted at the Minister’s gala the weekend prior and Rodolphus learned of his old friend’s new position as the French ambassador for the British Ministry of Magic. It was a position that suited the older man, something dignified and political enough to keep him close to the action without becoming a target for regular media slurs and tabloid gossip. Roddy had jokingly asked who’s dick Nic had to suck to get such a cushy job in the Ministry but their casual guy talk was interrupted by a few of Rodolphus’ father’s acquaintances wanting to express their dismay at Rodolphus’ failed marriage and offer their support to Rodolphus who “ought to have a wife who could bear a proper heir,” as they had said. The conversation had definitely derailed at that point and instead of attempting to skirt around the older wizards who only wanted to talk business, the friends had decided to catch up in a more private environment.

For obvious reasons, the Lestrange Chateau was not the ideal setting for a friendly reunion, what with Bellatrix still making a fuss over the divorce that she was staunchly against (because how could she possibly make his life a living fucking nightmare if they were no longer married?) and throwing a tantrum at every possible turn. Technically she was living with her parents again, but she was at the mansion enough that she might as well not have bothered claiming to move out in the first place. Of course, she hadn’t offered to move out, Rodolphus had kicked her out. His parents had purchased the exquisite mansion and the 300 acres of land it sat on as a wedding gift for them, the deed to which was in Rodolphus’ name. It was a no-brainer to Rod but to Bella it was an opportunity to drag out her torture a little longer.

Rodolphus appeared in front of the old castle, the residence of the new French ambassador. He carried in his hand a bottle of aged scotch as a house warming gift; the label of which had been enchanted to throw humorous, vulgar insults at Nic. There was much to talk about, and with Aurora having a playdate at her Grandfather’s and Grandmother’s home, there was no need to rush. They could get as drunk as they liked – and Roddy most definitely liked to get drunk – and discuss all of the current happenings in their lives. Or just get drunk. Either way was good with Rodolphus.

A few moments later, Rod appeared in the doorway of the Great Room where Nic stood like a fucking tosser admiring the architecture or something. “I don’t see a fucking bar in here, Bellerose.” Rodolphus’ voice signaled his arrival before the pretty little veela girl could announce him. “Is this how you treat your guests? We get something pretty to look at,” he was speaking of course of the servant witch, not the scenery through the large cathedral-like windows, “and I have to make my own sodding drink? You’re in the United Kingdom now, adopt the culture, mate.” He was of course joking with his friend, and the expression on his face showed as much. A handsome smile and a twinkle in his caramel eyes. Roddy approached Nic, giving him a rough pat on the shoulder in greeting and thrusting the bottle of scotch into the man’s hand. “How the fuck do you get anything done around here with a pretty little piece of ass like that hanging around?” The veela woman, part veela, clearly, was blonde and slender. She was completely Roddy’s type and that could be said even if you didn’t include the charm she was putting off naturally.

Nic accepted his gift, as expected, and quickly shuffled the insulting bottle to the veela, who giggled at insult to Nic’s cock size that had appeared on the label. “Don’t worry, love. The birds all say he knows how to use it well enough.” He winked at her and watched her wiggle her arse as she took the bottle over to a little cart and fixed them each a drink. Nicolas’ words were drowned out by the beauty that was the witch’s perfectly shaped bum – it was hard to tell what was Merlin-given beauty and what were the pheromones she as letting off that were intoxicating him, but had Rodolphus had any less self-control he would have taken the servant witch in a manly fashion right then and there.

“…Non-good friend treatment.” Roddy wasn’t sure what was being said but he chuckled nevertheless, having gleaned that Nic was making a joke of sorts. He turned his eyes upon his friend who had been looking at him probably the entire time Roddy had been watching the blonde. A glass of scotch was passed to Nic, then one to Roddy, and Rodolphus smirked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the enchanting creature before she too was given a glass. Rodolphus drank quietly, admiring the pretty witch while her master gave her her orders and sent her on her way. “Multi-tasking?” he asked, eyebrow quirked with a surprised look upon his face. “I’d fuckin’ kill for you, Bellerose, but I’m not looking for a devil’s threesome with you, even if it is with your veela witch.” But it was good to know she was so adapt as ‘multi-tasking’. Nic seemed nonplused by his remarks and turned to look out the window once more. He was more pensive than Rodolphus remembered him being.

Nicolas explained the real reason he had asked Rodolphus to visit, and apparently it wasn’t to catch up. “You’ve only just got into the country and already you’re having family members run away from you? Fuck, Nic, I know you’re a right tit but I didn’t think you’d make blokes run off and get eaten by some creature rather than have a meal with you.” Rodolphus took a drink of his scotch, and crossed the room, not bothering to look out the window. He admired the décor around the room as he spoke again. “What is it that’s in there, do you think? Werewolves? Centaurs?”

“She’s all yours mate, I’ve already had her.” There was no sense of shock in Rodolphus’ face upon hearing that his dear friend had fucked his own servant. It was completely like Nicolas to shag the hired help, though Roddy wasn’t completely cleared of that sort of behavior either. He had fooled around with loads of secretaries and some of the more attractive professional witches around the office, but he had made a promise to Bellatrix upon their wedding night that he would not screw other women in their marital home and that meant his own staff were off limits, should he have ever wanted them. As it were, he did not covet any of the servant witches at his Chateau and with Bellatrix no longer living there since they had separated, there was no reason he couldn’t screw any pretty little thing he wanted in every sodding room of that monstrous manor. “Ah, I’m alright, mate. I’ve got my own little play thing. You ought to ask my brother, though. He seems to enjoy having my leftovers, perhaps he’ll find yours just as delightful.” It was a casual remark that could be applied to any number of women. The Lestrange boys weren’t far off in age and there were only a finite number of attractive witches at Hogwarts with them during their formative years. Even after leaving school and branching out on their own, Rabastan still managed to wind up engaged to a very gorgeous witch who Roddy knew from first-hand experience had a very skilled mouth. As far as he was aware, Lilith Burke was still technically a virgin but it wasn’t as if Rodolphus kept tabs on his former secretaries nor on his brother’s fiancée.

“So many reasons for them to dislike you and yet here you are, master of the family home. I’ll bet your brother is just seething over it.” Unlike the Lestrange brothers, the Bellerose boys were not close by any possible stretch of the word. Roddy couldn’t remember a time when the pair got on well enough for them to even appear brotherly but he was a rather self-centered bloke and his mind was generally focused more on how things affected him rather than worry about his mate’s familial relationships.

It appeared that the Chateau de Bellerose’s forest, which bordered the property similar to the woods on Rodolphus’ own property, had not been as well looked after as the Lestrange forest had. Creatures lurked, apparently unchecked, and had taken a pair of Nicolas’ cousins. If the darkness there was even half as ominous as Nicolas acted it to be, then it was safe to say the Bellerose cousins wouldn’t be making it out alive. Rodolphus didn’t see much point in going in after them, but he supposed if their roles were reversed, if it had been his own kin left to the wilds instead of being brought to rest peacefully in the family tomb, then he might have opted for something similar to this little expedition Nic was asking for now. Rodolphus, however, would have hired people to do the job because if you can’t pay lesser people to do the shit you don’t want to do yourself, then what was the point of having all that bloody money in the first place? “Yeah, I’m scared, you fuckin’ tosser. I’ll grab my teddy and you can grab my dick, you wanker,” he replied in a humorously pseudo-offended tone. “Let’s get on with it then, shall we?”