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Rodolphus leaned against sturdy oak tree just outside the Dearborn property, his features disguised beneath a black cloak and a silver mask. The sun was setting, casting a hazy purple light on the grounds of the Dearborn manor. It was a still evening, no wind rustling through the trees or animals scurrying in the underbrush to create a scapegoat for the sounds their feet would make on the layer of leaves and twigs underfoot. It wouldn’t matter. Rodolphus had charmed away the sound of his footsteps so as to not be heard getting into position. He was eager for the night’s event, but the fun couldn’t begin until the guest of honor had arrived.

His baby cousin had recently graduated from Hogwarts and was well on her way toward a meager position somewhere useful in the Ministry of Magic. He had been keeping tabs on her progress, despite the turmoil in his private life, and believed she was now ready to prove her worth to their cause. Discussions with Lord Voldemort on the matter were productive and Rodolphus had left with the name of a recently identified member of the Order of the Phoenix. He chuckled to himself as he left, wondering what Jovi would make of her mark. For the second year in a row, Hogwarts would need to hire a new Astronomy professor. Perhaps this position would come to be viewed as cursed, just as the Defense Against the Dark Arts post had been these last 10 years. Was Dumbledore purposely recruiting his soldiers to work at the school, or did it happen in reverse? Rodolphus didn’t much care either way, but it would be entertaining to watch his teenaged cousin slaughter her former professor.

It was a shame the man would never see the face of the young witch who was ending his life, that would have been a sight to witness, but Jovi would be concealed in a similar fashion as Rodolphus, as all Death Eaters. A plainly wrapped package had been delivered to the Rowle residence the week prior, enchanted to open for only a single recipient; Jovian. A black cloak, gloves, and an ornate silver mask were stacked neatly inside the box. They would be hers to keep if she succeeded in her mission. Rodolphus would attend to ensure her success, though there was little doubt that his kin would fail. The package bore a letter, with Rodolphus’ sharp scrawl in shimmering green ink.

Happy graduation. You’re off to bigger and better things now. Let’s ensure you’re ready, shall we?

The letter included an address, date, and time, and was spelled to burst into flames after being read, leaving no trace of their planned rendezvous. Rodolphus arrived early, surveyed the home to ensure the family were mostly absent as expected, then turned and watched the shadows crawl closer as the sun continued to set. Once Jovian arrived, their fun would begin. She was expected shortly.

Roddy hadn’t been involved in this specific attack, though he knew who had been assigned to it and where Ainsley was now. That level of knowledge wasn’t something easily come by, but when the Dark Lord trusted someone as much as he trusted Rodolphus, there were certain privileges that were attached to that trust. He was included often enough on the development of various missions, giving his opinion on who in their ranks might be best suited to which objectives. He played favorites often enough by recommending his own brother for some of the more high profiled attacks but Rodolphus knew that his recommendations were backed by Rabastan’s actual skill. He had even continued recommending Bellatrix to important targets because despite her psychosis, she was actually a very gifted murderer. Bella herself seemed annoyed every time Rodolphus suggested she take an assignment and he suspected it was because of an internal conflict which simultaneously wanted to destroy Rodolphus and shatter any hope he had of remaining in Lord Voldemort’s good graces but she also desperately wanted to please their master and additional assignments were the best way to brown nose without literally shoving her face up Voldemort’s arse.

His eyes continued to scan across the words on the page, though they slowed as Dorcas spoke. The kidnapping was recent, but not so recent that the man couldn’t be dead. It only took a matter of seconds with a Killing Curse, though if you were the sort that took pride in your work – well, pleasure more than pride in Rodolphus’ case – then you would want to make the victim suffer and done properly that would take time. He and Bellatrix used to torture their prey for hours upon hours before killing them. If they killed them. Death wasn’t the ultimate torture and the Lestranges in their heyday, were a magnificent duo. It was practically their own little sadistic form of foreplay, once upon a time.

“It stands to reason, love, that if they killed the rest of his bloodtraitor family, and intended to kill Ainsley too, they would have just left his body for your lot to find.” He continued reading as he spoke, it was all a very casual conversation, as dinner conversations typically were. Not that either of their “meals” constituted dinner. Dorcas with her bowl of cereal and Rodolphus with his glass of scotch, it was hardly more than a snack let alone a dinner. After a short beat, Rodolphus lifted his eyes and looked to the pretty brunette. “Perhaps its wishful thinking on your end?”

There was no love lost as Minister Galanis excused herself and left their little group. Rodolphus’ smile remained intact for a while longer until he was certain there would be no look back from the woman he pretended to support, then he turned his eyes down onto the lovely Evie. “The answer is a painful yes, but at least she’s stupid enough to believe the shit she’s fed. Kedavra me if I have to suck up to that bitch again this evening.” As he spoke Rodolphus took Evie’s arm in his and escorted her into the teeny tiny ballroom, which really was nothing more than an oversized dining room. He waggled his eyebrows at her teasingly as they separated and she was shown to her seat, Rodolphus being guided in the opposite direction.

A single table, magicked to hold the entirety of the party comfortably, with assigned seating arbitrarily chosen by Galanis or one of her sad excuses for a party planner. It was practically unheard of to host a dinner event like this, and it further highlighted her inexperience with the wealth she had now obtained thanks to her position, which had essentially been purchased for her by people like Rodolphus who wanted to manipulate her simple mind. And such a simple mind she had. That leaked memo, whether strategic or accidental, would only fool the unwashed masses into thinking she cared about the war against the Death Eaters. Anyone with half a brain, on either side of the political divide, would be able to see through a boisterous demand like that. Galanis needed someone to educate her on manipulation tactics, but Rodolphus was certainly not volunteering his time to such an endeavor. He would be happy to not have to lay eyes on the witch against for the duration of the evening.

That tacky little place card made him want to set the whole sodding table on fire.

On one side of Rod’s seat was, thankfully, his brother and his future sister-in-law. They would be pleasant company for the evening and in theory Rodolphus could loosen up a bit around them, though nothing too extreme as there were eyes everywhere. He was shit out of luck, however, as he was sat right next to Minister Galanis herself. Fuck it all to hell. His gaze flicked over to Evie, whom he had joking asked to murder him should he have to speak with the Minister again this evening. She was too preoccupied with her friend, Fin’s little side piece, to put him out of his misery. Scanning the long table, Rodolphus leaned forward to see who Fin was looking at – perhaps in conversation although he didn’t appear to be talking. Was listening the young man’s forte? Hardly.

“Rab,” he greeted with a nod, and before his brother could take his seat, having held the chair for his fiancée, Rodolphus leaned across the still empty space and spoke directly to Lilith. “You look stunning this evening, Miss Burke.” His greeting was accurate and a bit formal, but he smiled and his eyes flashed a bit of mischief and turned towards his brother, allowing the man space to sit himself beside the gorgeous blonde. “You had better watch this one, brother, or I might steal her away from you before you have the chance to walk her down the aisle.” Lilith was beautiful, wealthy, and elegant. She was an absolutely perfect match to wed a Lestrange and it didn’t matter which one, but Rodolphus couldn’t pull his mind away from the couple he had spotted Fin looking at.

He waited until Rabastan was settled, then leaned slightly toward his brother and whispered his inquiry. “Who is that man sitting next to the journalist. Knight. Have I seen him around the Ministry before?” Rodolphus wasn’t so much concerned with who the man was, as he was concerned with who the man was to the witch sitting next to him; Dorcas. It was the same bloke who had let himself into Dorcas’ cottage about a year ago just in time to spy Rodolphus in all his glory threatening some manner of sexual deviancy against his mistress. Seeing the man sitting with Dorcas, among other couples, annoyed him. Perhaps there was a bit of jealousy seeing her with another man or maybe Rodolphus was still angry about finding out that Dorcas had aborted his child in secret, but whatever the reason, he didn’t like seeing Dorcas smiling in the company of another man – one who felt at ease walking into her home unannounced.

It looked like her appetite was winning out over his desires and that annoyed him, but not enough for him to leave to find some other witch to bend over a table and have his way with. He pouted a little as she pulled up her pants and made a guttural whining noise to drive home the point that he was disappointed. “No.” She hadn’t scolded him and demanded he leave though, which was a good sign that he was getting laid tonight, not that there was much of a question. Most nights when they were together, she gave herself up to him. There were a few times where they’d gotten preoccupied with other things, mostly when they were too exhausted from whatever their work day had consisted of but sometimes Dorcas insisted they watch some movie on the muggle telly beforehand and then would fall asleep on his lap before the credits rolled. Rarely, but often enough that he knew when to expect it, he would come over just to hold her and feed her. She always went mental on Valentine’s day and by the time he came round to visit her she was a complete mess. This year had been no different. Next year would be more of the same.

He came up behind her again as she opened a cupboard to retrieve a bowl, but instead of attempting to violate her again, he reached over her and grabbed a glass from a higher shelf. There was little functional organization to her cupboards back when she lived in her minuscule flat in London, but after moving to Wales Roddy noticed that the glasses he would use for his drinks were kept on a higher shelf than the dishes Dorcas regularly used. She couldn’t reach the higher shelves without a step stool or a wand, but he could. Grabbing a glass and moving to another cupboard, Rodolphus pulled a bottle of scotch out and fixed himself a drink. Leaving the bottle on the counter, Rodolphus took his glass and began looking around the kitchen. Not finding what he was after, he moved into the lounge, then into the sitting room she used as an office. It was a sad space for an office, certainly not fit for Britain’s finest, but where else could she do her work in this little shack? He returned a few minutes later with the Daily Prophet, his eyes already scanning the words on the front page as he set his drink on the table and pulled out a chair for himself.

He much preferred when she looked up at him from a position on her knees. Her large eyes as wide as her mouth. This position, with her back pressed against his chest and her chin turned upwards to look at him, was attractive as well, but Rodolphus had needs and expectations. The stresses of being a single father were already overtaking him. Dorcas has his release and she was looking up at him from the wrong position and opting instead for food. Rodolphus practically growled with annoyance as his demands for his mistress to shed her clothes were ignored and he was forced to ‘assist’ her in removing her jogging trousers. “Remove your pointless wards and I’ll have Ader come prepare you a meal fit for a queen,” he spoke softly, his breath warming the skin of her neck as his hand pulled the waistband of her trousers and knickers down so that her bum was exposed. He caressed it eagerly.

Why Dorcas insisted on refusing his offers to acquire her her own house elf was beyond Rodolphus, as was her deranged concept as cereal being a proper substitute for learning to cook for herself. Roddy didn’t know how to cook, nothing more than a few basics, but he had servants to do his cooking for him. That was the whole point of owning people; he didn’t need to know how to do the mundane and tedious tasks the less fortunate needed to survive. Dorcas, on the other hand, refused all manner of supports that Roddy offered to her: house elves, servants, a personal chef, even cooking lessons so she could feed herself without anyone else’s assistance had been refused. Oh, but she would let her mum come over and make her food. Somehow exploiting her mother’s skills was more suitable than paying a professional.

“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?”

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