RP: I do not 'Do' humility well, so here...sorry

[pb_pansy]

Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Pansy Parkinson, Rodolphus Lestrange
Location: Tony's Lestrange Flat
Date: January 16, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/swearing
Summary: Pansy knew she'd acted the spoiled child and was trying to apologize...sort of
Completion: complete

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[pb_rabastan]

"No she's bloody well not," Rabastan informed the house elf, though he had no idea if the house-elf actually knew what he was talking about, "Go back and tell her no." The damned creature didn't move, and it was fast getting on his last nerve.

"Rod," he called, palming his wand to light another cigarette, "Visitor expected." No part of him seemed particularly pleased by having to announce that. He wasn't a sodding doorman.

[pb_rodolphus]

"The hell?" Rod strode out of his room, Midian flapping irritably at the sudden movement. "Is it Mercer?" He'd left the details of that little exchange up to Rabastan and Lucius, but after their happy little tiff he somehow doubted it.

[pb_pansy]

She stood, growing more annoyed with each passing moment.

So help me, he better not be playing some game with me! she thought with a smirking laugh, as she moved the heavy basket from one arm to another, I sent a bloody message! What more does he want from me?! and there was still no answer.

"Till!" she said to the closed door, "Tell them I'm here please!" she said to the empty hall, feeling a fool, "Gully! Just tell him I am at the front door," she said, not nearly as crossly as she thought. Her bliss was still permeating much of her mood. And then she heard his words and opened the door carefully, not quick to repeat her last entrance. Seeing the coast was clear, she moved into the hall, and shut it behind her, and entered the room talking.

"Okay, you are baffling. Last time, the door was locked. Now you are leaving it open?" and she stopped realizing there were not one but two men in the room she was addressing, "Good morning," she said.

[pb_rabastan]

"It's warded," Rabastan muttered his reply, turning his back on her to look for the brandy which suddenly seemed like a necessity. "And Hitwiards neither knock nor send idiot house-elves prior to attack."

"Introducing Miss Pansy Parkinson," he gave them both a deep and incredibly mocking bow. He wasn't a fucking doorman. And if Rod needed an introduction, he was going to need more to drink than he thought.

[pb_rodolphus]

'Oh but that's the Parkinson girl how ni--'

"Bugger off," Rod said as a sort of universal answer to all present. The girl looked like everything the letter had promised--which wasn't much, all things considered. He regarded the basket in her arms with a single raised eyebrow.

"Is this how it's been since before I get back?" He asked Rabastan, ignoring Pansy completely, "letting any twit girl in here who brings a goodie basket?"

He glared at Pansy, "Well, put that down, sit, you're here after all."

[pb_pansy]

She paused, only for a moment, as she masked her surprise at the greeting.

I am in too good of a mood to let, not one but two Lestranges, damper my spirits

"Yes, well, nice to meet you too," she said mildly, and she moved to Rabastan, and handed him the basket, "Here. Sorry about last time. I was...in a mood," she added with a bright smile for him, "I thought you could use these things," and she glanced at Rodolphus and then back at Rabastan, not quite sure who was in charge.

"Is there any tea? I could use a cup," she said as she took a seat on the couch, in the far corner, and crossed her legs. She got out a cigarette, and held it a moment, unlit. She looked from one brother to the other, "I can see it. I think it is in the chin, or perhaps the nose," and she smirked, "I am not a twit," well, not exactly, she thought to herself with a smirk.

[pb_rodolphus]

Rodolphus watched her with a sort of paralyzing apoplexy reserved only for things that warranted feelings of true and utter disgust--like Aurors and...and

'Who in the good bloody hell does that bitch think she is?!'

It was perhaps the first time he had ever agreed with Bellatrix since she had taken residence in his mind. Rod's wand was out before he could think it.

"Do we resemble house-elves that much, you mean?!" Two steps and he was almost pressing her into the couch. Behind them, in the kitchen, there was a loud booming, metallic clatter as the metal teapot jumped off the stove at the force of the first spell Rod could think of. "There's your bloody tea. Now get out!"

[pb_rabastan]

Rabastan glanced up from idly rummaging through the package - healing supplies that he neither needed nor wanted - handing it to Till and charming the door thoroughly locked before Rodolphus could drag the girl out by her hair.

"Miss Parkinson," he began, moving across the room so Rod saw him coming; he wasn't in the mood to be cursed for surprising him, "When I asked that you warn me of your visits in advance, I meant more than just thirty seconds. And with good reason." That good reason would sooner see her dead, apparently. But he had expected that.

"Rod," one hand on his shoulder and both eyes on his wand, with his own already in hand, "She meant no insult." And if she had, it was directed at himself. Rabastan didn't need protection from words unless they were some bastardisation of Latin and accompanied with a wand flourish.

[pb_rodolphus]

With a huff like an agitated bull, Rodolphus rolled his shoulder away from Rabastan's grip and took two very tentative steps back. Behind him, Midian fluttered, equally disquieted by the commotion.

"Could have bloody well fooled me," he growled. "And I must say, Rabastan, that if this is how you've been amusing yourself before my apparently well-timed return, that muggle bar wench would have at least have been better conversation."

[pb_pansy]

She was slightly indignant at first, "I didn't expect either of you to actually get me tea. Till only listens to Rab, and you I supp...." and she didn't have time to finish her statement as she found Rodolphus Lestrange looming over her.

His face was very, very close to her and she couldn't look away from his eyes, captured by that blue look of hostility. She quaked inside and felt her heart rate increase two fold easily, with her breath caught in her chest. Her face did not pale as before, but was set in a hard stare as he stepped back; she had a slim hope or call it faith that Rabastan would not let him kill her, there on the couch. But this was the man Rabastan had been with, he and Fenrir, and it was only after the towering man took a few steps back that she realized he could have killed her very easily

[pb_rabastan]

It took a moment for Rodolphus' comment about Pansy and the muggle girl to sink in before he blinked at his brother, somewhere between disbelief and deep amusement. No one had accused him of anything like that for the best part of twenty years. "I haven't touched her!"

"Rabastan," he corrected Pansy, eyes closing before one of them twitched, "Please don't shorten my name. And Till listens to any Lestrange." He paused, then decided he was going back for the brandy again. "No one was calling you a Muggle, either." But the girl at the bar was worth more than a glance. He cast a quick smoke repelling charm actually on Midian before the bird got more agitated.

"Rod, do you want a drink?"

[pb_rodolphus]

"I suppose it's the polite thing to not refuse." Despite what some would have believed, Rod had not drank much at all during his time on the mountain--he had been almost completely self suffient and what he could not readily replenish, he simply learned to do without. City life, if he could call it that, was whittling away at that, however. "And charm my bird again and you'll meet the business end of her everything." It wasn't a threat, a mere statement of fact.

"So why are you here?" Rodolphus asked, not bothering to offer Pansy a drink as well.

[pb_pansy]

She gave up and rose, the space between them immediately shrinking as she stood almost on his feet, pausing to see if she could move around the side of him, "That's between Rabastan and myself," she said, her words clipped, and she glanced at the older brother, slightly amused to think that Rodolphus thought, for even the moment, that Rabastan was interested in her. But she did not appreciated being compared to probably some cheap piece of tail with huge breasts, and it irked her slightly to think that a woman like that would be Rabastan's first choice to bed.

Her destination was the kitchen, to fix fresh tea or convince the house-elf to help her by making her fresh tea. She thought about some of those baked goods made at her house, and thought she'd fetch them. Always the properly trained Pure-blood woman, even if in the middle of being unceremoniously treated not like a lady, her first thought was to present a decent tea, for herself and for the two others. And it urked her; she had no problem getting something good for Rabastan

[pb_rodolphus]

Rodolphus moved only to accept the drink Rabastan had poured and marveled at the child's insistence on tea when the drink of choice for the occasion had already been presented. There was a moment of silent exaggerated gesturing which translated roughly to 'how long have you been putting up with this and why?!' before Rodolphus drank the entire glass in one go and poured himself another.

"Funny," Rod said, glaring at his older brother, "and here I was thinking you'd taken a try at being honest."

[pb_rabastan]

"Only trying to keep the smoke away from her," he drawled, glancing back at the bird. There was no love lost there anyway, even if she was trained not to tear his tongue out.

At Pansy's answer, he could only smirk, "If it's between you and I, you can have nothing to say that my brother can't hear. So why are you here? Other than to deliver things that I told you I didn't need." He nudged Till out of the kitchen with one foot and looked at Pansy rather pointedly, "I said no volunteered services." One day I am actually going to give one of you sound advice, but you won't take it and you'll end up dead. And I am going to laugh.

Rodolphus' sign language was answered with a shrug, but the accusations were annoying him. "Like I said; I haven't touched her. And even if I had, I won't justify my escapades to anyone."

[pb_pansy]

Rodolphus pointedly ignored her. He did not seem to notice or hear her request; he chose not to act upon it or acknowledge it, if he was paying any attention. So she moved. She stepped closer, her front lightly touching him, and she slid to his right, her left, to head towards the kitchen.

It was an awkward move, but she was slim and fairly flexible, and instead of leaning away from him to avoid any contact, instead she pressed into him slightly. Blaming her recent experience with Blaise, she felt slightly brazen. She moved past him, the intimate moment over and smoothly walked into the kitchen, to find her path blocked by Rabastan.

She glanced at Rodolphus and turned back to Rabastan, to look up at him, and said, "I came to say that I was sorry for being so ridiculous the other day. And I like bringing you things you profess to not need