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‘Had a little tipple have we?’ Rodolphus brought his thumb and forefinger close together as he said “just a bit.” A bit was all that was left at the pubs they’d crawled this afternoon. The brothers hadn’t celebrated like this since Rabastan’s stag night, and then at least they’d had several blokes to spread the alcohol around. Rodolphus wouldn’t have been surprised if he and his brother had consumed a comparative amount just the two of them, but they were celebrating and that called for a drink or twenty. Emily ushered him and his brother to the sofa and Rab nearly knocked him off his feet as he stumbled into him on the way. “Oi!” Rodolphus collapsed onto the sofa next to his brother, raking his hand through his hair as it had fallen into his face after being jostled by his drunk brother. “I could go for a pint,” Rodolphus offered genuinely at the mention of food, though the lean in his posture, even while sitting, said that probably was not the best plan of action at the moment. His words were drowned out, however, as Rabastan cracked a joke and then let out the most obnoxious bark of laughter, straight into Roddy’s ear. “You could do with a muzzle,” he retorted, then subtly turned his head in attempt to get a whiff of his underarm. All he smelled was liquor.

She slapped his hand away and tried to put him off the idea, but he was a man of single mindedness. “When has that ever been a problem?” he asked rhetorically, though he didn’t try at her top again. “Fine,” he said, giving her bum an extra firm smack as she moved away from him. He rubbed at his nose again and sniffed into his hand. “Wanna play with the one I’ve got downstairs? I’ll let you finish him.” They didn’t do much murdering together, and Roddy disapproved of that arrangement. He liked watching her work. She was a skilled fighter with her own little sadistic streak that Rodolphus rather enjoyed. He waggled his thick eyebrows at her in an attempt to entice her into having a little fun with him. “We’ll take care of this one and I’ll ring Flint to handle the other. And as a nice little bow on top, I’ll let your boyfriend live this time, but we really do need to put a leash on that one.” If Humbert and Dorcas were as close as they seemed, then perhaps they could at least coerce him into fighting for the Dark Lord instead of actively interfering with their important work.

The front door swung open and Rodolphus’ boisterous laughter filled the silence, the only other sound in the room was the footsteps of the birthday boy off for a sulk which Rod failed to notice. Half a moment later, Roddy stumbled into the foyer, nearly tripping over the threshold and catching himself by falling into the door which slammed against the wall loudly. Rodolphus and his brother had been out drinking most of the day, following the good news that their surrogate was pregnant with twins. Rodolphus would finally have a proper heir and Dorcas was to be a mum officially. It was cause for celebration and with Dorcas off with her own plans, probably scowling, Rodolphus had called on his brother. “Bring me that sweet cunt, Meadowes!” Unaware of the party that had just come to a standstill in the lounge, Rodolphus shouted out for his wife in a not uncommon fashion as he stumbled further into the chateau.

'Shagging your brother.' Rodolphus' snarl lessened as he rolled his eyes at her, crossing the room toward his chest of drawers and pulling the top drawer open. "You sure you weren't sucking your little Auror friend's cock, instead?" Rodolphus pulled a small vial of white powder from underneath a pair of socks and pulled the cork out with his teeth. He moved things around on the dresser top before pouring the powder from the vial onto a silver tray that had been sitting next to a photograph of Dorcas and Aurora that Emily had taken in their garden. Picture Dorcas looked at Rodolphus and then ushered Aurora out of the frame as he leaned forward and snorted the powder up his right nostril. He sniffed and wiped his nose clean before turning back to face real Dorcas. "No, I know you weren't doing that because that cocksucker was with me, fucking up my work when you should have been keeping an eye on him." Because she needed to be the one to sort this shit out if she wanted her friend to stay alive.

The hefty thud of dead weight being dropped unceremoniously onto the stone floor echoed throughout the dungeon. Rodolphus muttered slurs at the heap of blood and cloth as he slammed the heavy wood door and turned the enchanted key. Heavy metal scraped along as the lock clicked into place and Roddy pocketed the key as he turned down the dungeon corridor toward the staircase that would lead to the ground floor of his palatial estate. The halls were quiet except for the sound of his heavy footfall as he climbed the stairs to the first floor, passing guest rooms and Aurora’s bedroom as he stormed toward the master suite, stripping his bloodied shirt from his sweaty chest. Besides the mass of thick, dark hair and a few imperfections accumulated over his years of working for the Dark Lord, and even more years of sadistic foreplay with his now wife, Rodolphus’ body was without flaw. The crimson liquid working its way into the fibers of his 200 galleon button down belonged mostly to the hulking mess locked in the basement below, and that of his friend who had sadly gotten away thanks to Dorcas’ little pet.

He was fuming as he threw his soiled shirt into the laundry basket and stepped into the en suite. He was sweaty but aside from a spot of blood near his right eye, his mask had taken the brunt of the splatter. He turned the tap on and scrubbed away the red streaks along his neck, throwing the washcloth in the sink basin with agitated gusto as he replayed the scene in his mind. Everything had been going according to plan, it was a simple mission and one that did not require a partner. He could have easily tortured the information he needed from the two men until sodding Dorian Humbert came round and spoiled his fun. He could still get the details about the muggle smugglers from the lump in the dungeon but Dorcas’ mate was irritatingly good at his job and was a continued thorn in Rodolphus’ side. She needed to put a stop to this if she wished to keep her friend alive.

Threats against his life were not new to Rod, not by his wife nor any true enemy. They rolled off him like a water on a duck’s back, but the idea that he might have purposefully conspired to have twins was humorous. He chuckled slightly, setting his glass on the table in front of him as he stood and crossed the room toward Dorcas. He looked down at her, unable and unwilling to hide the pleasure on his face. They were having a child – two children, and Roddy was absolutely thrilled with it. “You know I would love nothing more than to give you a reason to try, darling,” he said as he snaked a hand around her waist and rested it on her arse. “But even with all the gold in my vault I don’t believe I could have set this up.” Perhaps this was fate punishing her for aborting his first child so many years ago, though Rodolphus didn’t really believe in that sort of thing. Fate was a poor man’s excuse, and Rodolphus was anything but. “It might be best if you leave now.” Rodolphus’ volume raised as he spoke to Healer Hanley while still looking at the thoroughly pissed off face of his attractive lover. It was for Hanley’s own good that he be sent away, lest he witness Dorcas’ attempt at punishing Rodolphus for coercing her into the life she had always wanted. “We’ll be in touch.”

Nights out with the lads were always eventful, whether they were planned out methodically as in the case of his brother’s stag night part two, or more by the seat of your broomstick as tonight’s affair. Rab’s second big send-off (the first being their lads trip to Las Vegas) had seen Rodolphus convincing Rabastan that if he really wanted to play the proper daddy once his son was born, that meant he needed an evening out wandering around Glasgow and getting pissed a few weeks before Nathaniel was born. Sure enough, as soon as Lilith pushed the little fucker out, Rab suddenly had very little time for pubs and friends anymore. Quinn had better not have any plans in the works to have a kid anytime soon, besides ruining his bird’s tight little figure, Rod needed his best mate around to blow off steam.

He knew Quinn would have no qualms with his plans for hopping over to the Rellik but Roddy appreciated his agreement regardless. Quinn prattled on his list of barfight requirements as Roddy shifted in his seat so that he could pull out a little silver case with the Lestrange family crest engraved on the front. This case with more round than the one he kept his cigarettes in, and the underside of the lid stored a tiny little spoon-like device. “Only four broken chairs?” he inquired skeptically, lifting the lid and exposing a supply of white powder. “You’re getting soft in your old age, Blackwood.” He turned his caramel colored eyes away from his friend as Quinn rose to leave the restaurant, his attention focused for a moment on his next bit of relief. Rod scooped a small heap of powder from the case and brought it to his nose, plugging one nostril and snorting the cocaine in the other.

As Quinn sauntered full bellied away from their table and toward the pretty hostess Rod had taken to the loo earlier, Rodolphus wiped his nose and snapped the case shut. He tucked it back into his pocket as he, too, stood from the table. By the time he reached his friend, Quinn’s cloak was secured, and the hostess was eyeing Rodolphus expectantly as if he would be asking for her name or contact details. She seemed all too eager to give them to him but instead he simply took his cloak from her and said “Put it on my tab.”