A vacation with Rodolphus was probably the worst thing she could have mentioned but, alas, it was a clear distraction from children. She just couldn’t see them dealing with one another long enough to survive a trip away from home. Still, it was her blurted out idea and she had to pretend that this was exactly what she had been thinking of the entire time. “I’m not sure.” Bellatrix said after a moment, eyes falling to the table as she desperately thought to any place they could visit. Rodolphus would end up leaving her in a new city and her stomach clenched with the idea of being trapped in a hotel with nothing to do while her husband flitted off without her. She had to pick somewhere good, somewhere she actually wanted to go just in case this mood didn’t last.
"France." She muttered, fingers gripping awkwardly at the bunching fabric of her dress. Merlin, she very suddenly wanted the night to end. This wasn’t how they were supposed to be, talking calmly about vacations and children and dating and not killing one another. “I would like to go to France, dear husband.” Bellatrix finally raised her eyes from the table and tried to appear relaxed. Perhaps it would only take a few soothing, rather loving words to coax Rodolphus back into himself. It felt odd to acknowledge their marriage in this way. She wasn’t sure if she enjoyed or despised it just yet and so she just wanted normalcy for two moments. “It’s the city of love, you know. Maybe we should experience some of the intimacy we’ve been lacking.”
"The city of love, you say?” Rodolphus asked, fighting the reflex to gag at the very thought of frolicking around Paris with his wife, pretending to be the loving couple that they had never been. It seemed like a good idea, honestly. Husbands and wives were supposed to be loving, were they not? He supposed it was time to act like they were normal, lest they risk being discovered for what they really were.
"Okay. Paris it is," Rodolphus settled. He hadn’t been to Paris since he was a boy and though it wasn’t his top choice, he thought it might be a good time regardless. Escaping the cold to soak in some vitamin D and ultra violet rays would be beneficial to his health, anyway.
"So, Doodle, what did you order?" Rodolphus asked, glancing around for their food. He was feeling particularly hungry and his raw lasagna sounded like a delightful fix for his empty stomach.
Millicent chuckled softly and nodded. “I’m not sure that an Irish Wedding is what we had in mind. I know that Auggies’ grandparents are very traditional and I do adore them, so we may not do anything over the top.” Millicent nodded slightly.
She really didn’t like Rodolphus but if she cold just get him to leave in a good mood there would be a lot less of a mess for her to clean up. “We were hoping you would be coming, we are still working out the guest list, but I know that Auggie had you at the top of his list.” Millicent smiled nodding. She hated going through the process of planning for a wedding she knew was never going to happen. There was too much work and not enough reward for her.
"Is that so? Auggie said something about you growing veggies? How is that going?
"Oh how lovely! Albert is ever so old and he really ought to finally settle down!” Rodolphus exclaimed. Augustus was the oldest of all the Death Eaters and boy did Rodolphus think he needed to retire. Some people were just late bloomers, it seemed, and for a man of nearly eighty, Augustus certainly was late.
The question about vegetables had him grinning and nodding madly.
"Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "I sell my produce to many local restaurants, you see. I have a bounty of food and money from farming.”
Rodolphus glanced around. The sun was shining bright above and Rodolphus was ever so eager to continue giving his audiences a fine show.
Millicent sighed and shook her head. Rodolphus Lestrange, an odd fellow, he reminded her of the bunny in a muggle movie she saw once about king Arthur and the Holy Grail. He acted harmless enough, but one wrong move and he would snap someone’s head off.
"Oh just wonderful." Millicent said nodding and looking around at the scene. "Busy with wedding plans and all that good stuff." She didn’t need or want him blowing up in the middle of alley, if she could just keep him under control. for a moment or two and get him out of here.
"How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while, have you been busy planning out this little act?"
"Wedding! Oh me oh my oh!" Rodolphus exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet at the very thought.
"An Irish wedding shall be had!" Rodolphus said. He would, of course, upstage the bride. He did so anyway for he was far better looking and more cherished by Augustus than this little thing of a woman standing next to him. She was small and mousy and looked far too much like Grumpy, his dead hamster, to ever really be a true bride. Rodolphus would wear a gown made of silk, woven by only the finest silk worms one could hire.
"I will be dressed to a tee, just wait until you see me! It will fill your little heart and head with glee," Rodolphus smiled. "It’ll be a white wedding, the sun will be shining bright over the Irish countryside and a sheep will bear the rings down the aisle. The men will wear red to contrast against the green Irish landscape, you will wear a white gown, and the woman will wear who the fuck cares?" He smiled at the thought of the whole sha-bang. It was going to be wonderful, really.
"Me? I am doing just fine, indeedy!”
Millicent had a rare break in her schedule for the day and had decided that taking advantage of it and going to get some real food in Diagon Alley instead of ordering something that resembled food sounded like the best time of her time. The weather was nice for the time of year and people were starting to show up on the street again. It had been nice to just walk around and see how everyone. Millicent didn’t like people all that much, but she did enjoy people watching.
As she walked down the street, a rather odd scene, a young man dressed in an obnoxiously bright outfit was standing on a table attempting to sing a rather dark tune. Millicent made her way over toward the man so see if he was just a harmless drunk or if she was going to have to cancel her lunch plans.
As she grew closer she quickly recognized the face of the man and let out of a sigh. Lunch was going to have to wait.
"Rodolphus Lestrange, why am I not surprised?"
Rodolphus Lestrange had absolutely captivated his audience and Merlin was he quite proud of himself. He gave a little wiggle as he hopped down, his feet roughly and expertly landing on the stone walkway. He didn’t want to over do it! End it while you’re ahead, he always said! Thank Merlin for his amazing athletic ability or he might never have been able to pull off such a stunt!
A busty blond woman quickly approached and Rodolphus, surprisingly enough, vaguely recognized her.
“Margaret!” he exclaimed, as though she was an old friend. “How do you do?”
Now was his chance. There was a lull in shoppers in Diagon Alley ever since the war had begun, but with Christmas just about a month away, people had finally started to peer their little heads out once again. Rodolphus hadn’t gotten the chance to show off his acting and show giving skills in far too long and thus he was all too willing to take advantage of this opportune moment.
Rodolphus was dressed in head to toe baby blue and sporting a cane to fake a limp. With no introduction, Rodolphus did a hop, skip, and a jump straight onto a tabletop positioned outside of a small cafe, throwing his hands in the air. He began to shout in a sing song voice, his manic eyes searching everyone in the crowd.
“Your life is futile
Can’t you see?
So join a cult
And follow me
Sell your soul
Jump right in
Close your eyes
Embrace your sin
Feel it squeezing
Your body tight
Let it take over
You know you can’t fight
Into your heart
Burning it cold
Now be a good zombie
And do what you’re told.”
I am simply too above this sort of nonsense to warrant it with a proper answer. Good day.
Oh doodle, what a question for my noodle!
I suppose they’re alright. Food is food yeah?
I see, that sounds intriguing. I’m curious as to why you’ve covered yourself in food. Is this another one of your health weight loss type things?
I do not need to lose anymore weight, thank you very much. My body fat percentage is 7 percent.
I need you to come over and lick it off.
a toast to the mad life
Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange