a shot in the dark [sirius]

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

I ALWAYS DRINK TOO MUCH AND NEVER
sleep enough i'm still a liar and i think i'll always be

Lately, Rod was wondering what had gotten into him. He hadn’t exactly been himself. Alright, he was still the surly Slytherin, storming around the castle with swagger but his decision making of late hadn’t been . . . wise. Just that morning Rod had actually held the door open for someone! The look on the Ravenclaw girls’ face had been priceless but not worth his reputation. The snarl and glare he gave her in response however was probably enough to ensure her silence. But that wasn’t the worst of it. He had gone out the other nice to get drunk and had made possibly the worst decision of his life so far. Alcohol had completely possessed him along with boredom but what struck Rod the most (and what greatly irritated him) was that he didn’t regret it as much as he probably should. It was more that he regretted Ellen’s existence rather than his decision to sleep with her. It wasn’t possible to hate himself so he hated her more instead. Besides, he was contented by knowing she regretted that night more than him.

Still, it was probably against his better judgement to go out again tonight. But the castle was so boring these days. Being stuck in the common room all night was not very appealing. He didn’t have to get drink, although his innate British-ness was screaming that he did. He would prolong his walk to the village; take it at a leisurely stroll. Not that Rod was ever in a rush anyway. People kept to his time and he would arrive when he wanted. It was dark out now; dismal British summer time making way for dismal British autumn. Fortunately, Rod realised as he stepped out into the castle grounds, it wasn’t raining. Yet. The clouds had been hovering, threatening rain all day and he was sure it wouldn’t be long until they got some. Not that it mattered to him really, he didn’t mind the rain, it set an ominous setting; a good background noise when he was torturing some petulant little kid in the dungeons.

He smirked as he walked, his thoughts turning to that weeknight evening he had broken Hailey Thomas. That was about the only worthwhile thing that had happened so far this term. Undoubtedly it had been a very good session, there was no way in hell he regretted that night, but he needed more of a stimulant than that. After six years of the same routine, Rodolphus was growing impatient, he wanted more action and he wanted it sooner rather than later. He was getting lazy he noticed, sloppy in almost everything he did, slipping up like earlier on in the day with his random act of door holding kindness. It wasn’t right and things needed to be put back into order as soon as possible. Soon enough he wouldn’t have to worry about putting on a show; as soon as he was out of Hogwarts and working alongside the Dark Lord, he’d be able to show his true colours. Patience Rodolphus.

The trees of the forbidden forest swayed in the breeze that was beginning to pick up, maybe there was a storm coming? It would mean Hogsmeade was deserted but then Rod had never minded being alone. He was alone after all; no one stuck around too long when Rodolphus Lestrange was about. Not if they had any sense anyway. He took his walk via the lake, even though that meant going out of his way slightly, remembering how he’d pushed Ellen in there many years ago, wondering if he could get away with pushing Hailey in there now. It was childish, and just a thought but it made him chuckle and he hadn’t laughed in a while now. It was when he had almost reached the gates to the school exit that he had the sudden feeling that he was being watched. His neck prickled and his hand drew his wand out into the open ready to hex whoever had the nerve to disturb him.

words. a number in the region of 600
tag. blood traitor black sirius
lyrics. deaf havana - little white lies
notes. It’s sucky and disjointed and I was very distracted but it is a post so let’s not complain too much!

[madie]

WATCH MY CHEST HEAVE AS THIS LAST BREATH LEAVES ME
I A M T R Y I N G T O B E
WHAT YOU'RE DYING TO SEE

It wasn’t all that uncommon for Sirius Black to be out after curfew, neither was it all that unusual to find him roaming the grounds. On nights where he found himself disinclined to drink, he simply wandered. Sometimes Prongs would join him... or Moony or Wormtail, but mostly he wandered alone. It gave him time to think you see? Time to cool his nerves and clear his mind. When he had heard of Hailey’s encounter with Rodolphus Lestrange however, not even wandering had been able to calm him. The Gryffindor wanted his head on a stake, or mounted on the wall beside those of the Black house elves perhaps. He wanted to rip him limb from limb, pull his innards out through his stomach and hang them from the astronomy tower.

But he couldn’t... he knew he couldn’t. Hailey had sworn him to secrecy, pleaded with him to keep his mouth shut even – and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his favorite Ravenclaw. So, as much as he might have despised the boy, there was nothing he could do. He had no real reason to start a fight with him... no real reason to lash out and attack him.

Reason and rationality had never really been Sirius’ strong suits however, and his love for Hailey could only extend so far when opportunity arose. It was not every day Rodolphus dangled himself so teasingly before him after all, not every day the two of them found themselves alone and isolated within such a small vicinity. Of all the days he could have chosen to wander the Black lake... Lesrange seemed to have chosen the worst. It was almost as if he was just begging for Sirius to attack him. It wouldn’t take much after all, the boy did have his back turned.

Opting instead to follow the Slytherin around the lake, Sirius fingered his wand warily. The last thing he needed was for Rod to attack him unannounced. His footing was far lighter as a dog after all, and the disowned Black heir was not so foolish as to think he could go unnoticed for long. Boots were not exactly the most subtle choice in footwear after all...

Picking up his pace a little, Sirius moved a little closer to his target, half inclined to simply raise his wand right then and there. He could easily blast the boy’s head off after all, get him while his back was turned. But where was the fun in that? Where was the justice?

Sirius wanted to see him squirm, hold him down and write horrible words across his body in blood- Scum, Death Eater, Filth- just like he’d done to Hailey. Oh how easy it would be to hold his head underwater till the bubbles stopped rising... to drop his body in the black lake and be rid of him forever. The mermaids could do with them what they wished... it was not as if he gave two shits. For all he cared they could rip him to pieces and use his bones as scepters. He saw some sort of sick irony in that after all, mermaids with scepters were largely a muggle fantasy.

”Someone’s a bit jumpy” he sneered, all too aware of the fact Rodolphus had reached for his wand. ”Worried you might be being followed of something Letrange?” he teased, leaning back against a nearby tree. If he was going to make an entrance after all, he might as well make it a good one. Not to mention he was rather intent on picking a fight with the Slytherin, looking menacing could only improve his chances.

”Not that you’d really have any reason to be worried I’m sure... with all that ass kissing you do I’m sure someone in the death eaters would eventually come to your rescue”
tagging wannabe death eater Rod
words 600 and something
lyrics Paradise Lost by Hollywood Undead
notes he wants to know when he can start hexing him
credits this was made by brooke !

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

I ALWAYS DRINK TOO MUCH AND NEVER
sleep enough i'm still a liar and i think i'll always be

The person came into view and Rodolphus’ lip curled into a sneer at Sirius Black. No wonder he was feeling edgy, the blood traitor was creeping up behind him in the middle of the night. The blood traitor whose blood traitor friend he’d tortured not very long ago. He wondered if Hailey had told Black about that night. He’d be very disappointed if she had, it meant he probably hadn’t terrified her enough. He also wondered if Sirius was stupid enough to confront him about it if indeed he did know. Rod paid little attention to gossip and rumour but he always kept an ear open whenever he or Hailey was mentioned and word within the castle was that the two biggest blood traitors were falling in love over their lack of respect for their bloodline. And if that was the case it wouldn’t surprise Rod if the Gryffindor was ready to do something very stupid. Like try and hex him. Not that Sirius Black needed a reason to do anything reckless he was sure the other male hated him regardless of who he was torturing.

Not that Rodolphus was scared of him. Merlin, no. He backed himself in any duel with any student in this school. In fact, he was so confident he reckoned he could give several of the teachers a run for their money. He gripped his wand tightly, eyes watching Sirius carefully, waiting and ready for any attack he might try. He thought about casting a protective shield around himself already. But that would only make him seem cowardly and very paranoid and he didn’t want to make Sirius suspicious after he had already commented on him being jumpy. Rod did not want to give anything away. Luckily, that’s what he was good at. He didn’t want to fight actually, he wasn’t really in the mood, not that he would turn down the opportunity to bloody and bruise Sirius up if a fight so happened.

Actually, the idea of a fight was coming more and more appealing. Truthfully, Rod was annoyed by Sirius’ insolent comment but letting the boy know that he had gotten under his skin was not an option. He let nothing show on his face, just left his expression blank as he spoke. ”One would think you were looking for a fight, Black.” He blinked at him, not admitting to the truth that the Gryffindor had pointed out about his death eater ‘pals.’ ”If that is the case, then maybe you ought to run along. I see your friends aren’t with you to help fight your corner. I know you need Potter to hold my arms behind my back before you start brawling.” He sneered at him, saying the last word as if it was unsavoury on his tongue.

As he stood there, eyeing his adversary, Rod decided that he couldn’t help but dip his toes into the water a little bit. ”And what are you doing out here anyway?” He didn’t wait for an answer since he didn’t care. ”Meeting up for a romantic stroll with the girl that’s caught your eye this week? He raised an eyebrow questioningly but again he didn’t care for an answer, it was all a premise for what he was about to say. ”I heard you’re falling for that Hailey Thomas.” His voice was casual, dropping it in offhand as if it were a comment about the weather but his eyes shone with excitement. ”How’s she doing lately?” Because if Sirius did know then what a better way to provoke him and if he didn’t then it would probably still wind him up anyway.

words. 608
tag. blood traitor black sirius
lyrics. deaf havana - little white lies
notes. ...Because it wouldn't be fun if Rod didn't want to wind him up :]

[madie]

WATCH MY CHEST HEAVE AS THIS LAST BREATH LEAVES ME
I A M T R Y I N G T O B E
WHAT YOU'RE DYING TO SEE

Everything about Rodolphus Lestrange made Sirius’ skin crawl; the boys likeness to his own mannerisms somehow managed top the cake however. There was a certain dignity in the way pureblood walked after all, something about the way they carried themselves. Sirius was no different to the rest, no different to Rodolphus or his brother, to Marcus or Bellatrix or Regulus. They all had a certain grace about them, an air of superiority and haughtiness about them. It was unshakable- so unshakable in fact, that not even Sirius himself had managed to rid of it. It had been bred into them, taught to them from a very young age. They had been trained into the perfect pureblood soldiers, taught how to maintain their graceful exterior. And it made him sick.

Their likeness to one another left Sirius feeling ill, left his stomach tying itself in knots. He wished, if only for a moment, that he was capable of removing Rodolphus’ legs from his body- if only to watch him crawl around the lake. At least this way the boy could no longer walk with the grace that he did, at least this way their likeness to one another would be diminished. Years of inbreeding could not be so easily fixed however.

”I’m always looking to pick fights Rodolphus” He retorted, snorting a little, ”don’t sound so surprised”. Cracking his back against the tree, Sirius smiled sinisterly, looking down at his nails in an attempt to distract himself. ”Didn’t think you were the type to turn one down either Lestrange...” Sighing slightly, Sirius flicked the hair from his eyes, attempting to feign indifference. ”And for your information... I’ve never needed my friends to back me up. I’m quite capable of fighting my own battles thank you very much... though I do admit it’s far easier on the knuckles when I have James to hold them back.” He continued, shrugging slightly. He and James were notorious for picking fights after all; it was not as if he spoke out of lack of experience.

Eyeing off his opponent for a moment, Sirius could not help but size him up. Where Rodolphus might have had a height and age advantage, the eldest Black suspected he made up for this handicap with experience. When he wasn’t bickering and brawling with his father, Sirius tended to find himself knee deep in trouble with his older relatives and their scaly housemates. The boy was far more experienced in dueling than the other boy probably realized after all.

Unfortunately for Sirius however, the pair of them were more evenly matched than the younger may have cared to admit. Should a fight break out... neither boy was likely to escape unscathed.

”No actually... my flavor of the week is still asleep in my bed” he retorted smugly, sneering slightly at the boy. At the mention of Hailey Thomas however, he could not help but stiffen. Hearing the girls name against his lips was enough to leave him seething. He cared not of the accusations the boy was making, neither of the apparently glee in his glare... Sirius Black cared only for making the asshole pay. Rodolphus would not leave unharmed tonight. He would pay for what he had done.

”As if you’d care” Sirius spat, attempting (and failing miserably) at keeping his cool. ”Tell me... what the hell does it matter to you anyhow?”

Taking a step towards the Slytherin, Sirius curled his lip up in a twisted sort of smirk. ”Tired of me taking your women or something hm?” He was after all, far more attractive than the other boy. Or at least in his opinion he was. But then again, that didn’t come as much of a surprise. ”I mean... I hear I’m a much better shag,”

tagging wannabe death eater Rod
words 600 and something
lyrics Paradise Lost by Hollywood Undead
notes he wants to know when he can start hexing him
credits this was made by brooke !

[RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE]

I ALWAYS DRINK TOO MUCH AND NEVER
sleep enough i'm still a liar and i think i'll always be

The casualness of the boy irritated Rodolphus greatly. How could he just stand there, or more accurately, lean against the tree looking like he was on some sort of photo shoot set; acting as if he were ignorant to the power that Rod contained. Was Sirius really so recklessly confident to think that he could act so laid back around him? It certainly looked like he was and it hurt Rod’s ego considerably. He’d built up a reputation at this school; one that meant people often ran in the opposite direction when they spotted him walking down a corridor. He thrived off of that fear and although he knew that Sirius wasn’t one to be scared really; the fact that there was no shred of respect emanating from the younger male still made Rod’s metaphorical temperature rise. He didn’t however let it show.

”Do you think that’s really wise, Black?” He let it show in his words that he thought Sirius was an idiot for trying to pick a fight with him. With anyone for that matter; Rod really was of the opinion that the Gryffindor needed at least one of his hoards of buddies for back up, even if Sirius wasn’t admitting it. ”Perhaps you care to prove it?” His tone was questioning, challenging even but ultimately, Rod knew that he didn’t need persuading or cajoling into battle, neither one of them did really. He was almost certain that the appearance of either one of them in the same vicinity as each other was the only catalyst needed to get them to do some sort of battle of words or wands. ”Though I can’t possibly understand what I’ve done to warrant an attack.” His eyes glinted again, the secret (if it even was) dancing just behind his cold-hearted stare.

The sneer returned onto his face, unable to comprehend why anyone would fall prey to Sirius Black despite his apparent good looks. He looked Sirius up and down, not weighing up his size and skill (or lack of it) but as part of his wondering as to how he was such of a ladies man. Was irritating and immature attractive now? ”Lucky her.” The standards of girls had obviously slipped.

”Hmm,” He said, unable to hide the interest in his voice, ”I seem to have touched a nerve.” He was still trying to weigh up whether Sirius knew or that his interest in the girl, or for that matter, his interest in simply hating Rod was the reason behind the younger male’s obvious reaction. It had not gone unnoticed, the stiffening of his body, the quick return of comment and the sharpness to his tone. Rod had filed it all away. He tilted his head slightly, the amused expression back once more at Sirius’ movement towards him. So he was after a fight. Rod moved his wand arm obviously; indicating that should the Gryffindor advance any closer then he was going to be in for it.

”I’m merely taking an interest.” Although his tone indicated otherwise. ”I have to keep an eye on people. I’m sure you understand Black, being of pure blood yourself.” Of course Sirius would understand, but obviously didn’t like to participate in being the good pure blood boy that he should be. And Rod, as an aspiring Death Eater and proud Lestrange, did. Oh yes, the great immaturity of Sirius Black was rearing its ugly head as usual. Rod raised an eyebrow, letting out a small snort. Inside however, it was Rodolphus’ nerves that had been touched. Not that he would ever admit it, to anyone, (he hadn’t even really admitted it to himself) but he would be extremely jealous if Sirius and Hailey got together since his hatred towards her stemmed from the fact that he liked her but was unable to have her. ”Maybe we should both screw Thomas and we’ll find out the answer to that question.” He knew his chances of getting Hailey were less than zero even before the incident between them, It just really was so much easier to wind people up whenever a third person was involved.

words. 688
tag. blood traitor black sirius
lyrics. deaf havana - little white lies
notes. hex away my friend