RP: What should have been an average day for Rodolphus Lestrange
Date: January 21st, 2005
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Rodolphus' flat at Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus spots Rab by the river - lots of reunion-ing of the brothers ensues!
Completion: Incomplete.
Rodolphus found himself pacing awkwardly in his flat in Hammerside, stopping almost without fault - as part of the rhythm it seemed - at the window that looked out toward the prison. The building was a welcome site to him, things were very confusing outside of the walls that had kept him safe, and he seemed to think at times that he'd rather be back inside of them. He had heard from his brother a week earlier, but had not heard back since he'd replied, and Rodolphus was beginning to worry again. He didn't have Rab, he didn't have Bella, and he saw that young Dean Thomas less and less these days. He took his walks along the river, and he stopped outside the grounds of the prison sometimes, but he couldn't bring himself to have any real purpose or do anything real with his time. He felt as if he were simply shuffling through each day and while he'd never been much more than Bella's glorified entourage leader, at least then there had been a cause. That Travers fellow that he'd run into, his old school mate, seemed to think that women were the answer but Rodolphus still couldn't think of himself as single.
Rodolphus turned away from the window yet again and continued his tour around the flat, shaking his head, his hands parted neatly in front of him, his head bobbing slightly with each step. He was making lists. Write another letter to Rab. You still must get your new wand. Write to Mr. Robards again. Call upon Travers and thank him for the drink. You are not imagining things - Rab is still alive and well in some form. In a form that can write at least. Get a job. Visit the prison. Take your walks. The lists were getting shorter as he got better at things, but the items on them became more and more involved, so really the length of the list didn't seem to matter much.
Rodolphus came once again to the window with the view of the river and the prison beyond. His eyes gazed absently upon the building, his shoulder slump, his posture loosens. He has nothing better to do with his time, and so he stands and stares, without worrying about further lists for the moment.
There is a figure in the distance, from nowhere it seems a man as materialized. Had Rodolphus been thinking clearly for the moment, he may of assumed the man had simply apparated, but without the logical portions of his intellect currently working, it seemed to him that the man simply appeared. The man was tall like Rodolphus, with a more stately air and a cleaner appearance, but after a few moments of watching him in the distance, walking towards Hammerside with a definite purpose, Rodolphus knew who it was. His brother had returned.
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Rodolphus' flat at Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus spots Rab by the river - lots of reunion-ing of the brothers ensues!
Completion: Incomplete.
Rodolphus found himself pacing awkwardly in his flat in Hammerside, stopping almost without fault - as part of the rhythm it seemed - at the window that looked out toward the prison. The building was a welcome site to him, things were very confusing outside of the walls that had kept him safe, and he seemed to think at times that he'd rather be back inside of them. He had heard from his brother a week earlier, but had not heard back since he'd replied, and Rodolphus was beginning to worry again. He didn't have Rab, he didn't have Bella, and he saw that young Dean Thomas less and less these days. He took his walks along the river, and he stopped outside the grounds of the prison sometimes, but he couldn't bring himself to have any real purpose or do anything real with his time. He felt as if he were simply shuffling through each day and while he'd never been much more than Bella's glorified entourage leader, at least then there had been a cause. That Travers fellow that he'd run into, his old school mate, seemed to think that women were the answer but Rodolphus still couldn't think of himself as single.
Rodolphus turned away from the window yet again and continued his tour around the flat, shaking his head, his hands parted neatly in front of him, his head bobbing slightly with each step. He was making lists. Write another letter to Rab. You still must get your new wand. Write to Mr. Robards again. Call upon Travers and thank him for the drink. You are not imagining things - Rab is still alive and well in some form. In a form that can write at least. Get a job. Visit the prison. Take your walks. The lists were getting shorter as he got better at things, but the items on them became more and more involved, so really the length of the list didn't seem to matter much.
Rodolphus came once again to the window with the view of the river and the prison beyond. His eyes gazed absently upon the building, his shoulder slump, his posture loosens. He has nothing better to do with his time, and so he stands and stares, without worrying about further lists for the moment.
There is a figure in the distance, from nowhere it seems a man as materialized. Had Rodolphus been thinking clearly for the moment, he may of assumed the man had simply apparated, but without the logical portions of his intellect currently working, it seemed to him that the man simply appeared. The man was tall like Rodolphus, with a more stately air and a cleaner appearance, but after a few moments of watching him in the distance, walking towards Hammerside with a definite purpose, Rodolphus knew who it was. His brother had returned.