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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Aug 2, 2012 1:51:02 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #48705D solid; border-bottom: 10px #48705D solid;] they say what you don't know can't hurt you but in this case that's just not true ( WORDS ) 719 ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE To those that knew Alexei Montague, it was safe to say that he was far from known for being the type that was often seen with a book in his hand all that often. While his grades were very much so up to his standard and high compared to others, it was the truth that he didn't care to spend all hours of the day focused on his studies. Like some sort of half-witted muggleborn that required the constant gain of knowledge so they didn't find themselves out on their arses and wandless (even though that was the way it was suppose to be). But no, he was not that sort, not by any means. There were certain standards that had to be set forth as a Montague and as any respectable member of the wizarding community, and that was precisely the number one reason as to why he was doing something he didn't do all that often. Actually, thoughtfully, reading from a book that pertained to one of the subjects of which that he was taking. A rare feat indeed, even with his set standards all too often the books that he found himself forced to read by the professors of the school, were very much so far from interesting. And there was that small, and yet overwhelming fact, that he was not in the best of moods. The whole mixture of his emotions were doing a right fair job at making the reading (even if he was very lax) even more so terrible then it had been in times prior. Reasons for such feelings were not all together unknown to the wizard but they were pointless at best and that was why he often blamed it on something like the weather, or some idiot mudblood or something else just as shallow and pointless as what effected much of the rest of the world.
What really bothered him, was nothing that the population, worthy or otherwise, needed to know. There were just more then a few things that a smart wizard kept close to the chest and that was in regards to family. While his name did hold some level of importance and respect, there was a part of himself that was very much so unpleased by the lot of them. Not that, that was anything new considering the large disagreement that had been had with his family over the incarceration of his Uncle Theodore. For some reason his mother seemed to feel some need to maintain that the man was still her brother, family and what was even worse, forgive him for his crimes! Oh, it was just horrific. The man deserved what he got, the way that Alexei saw it, he should have thought better then killing his own blood. That was something weak and downright pathetic that some mudblood family would manage or something of a lower quality. Indeed, the whole thing caused the Slytherin's stomach to turn, and even though the event had happened several years ago, it seemed to like to resurface every now and again. In letters, conversations, through the house elf. Evidence of which he was careful about destroying. The last thing he needed was knowledge floating around the school that there was some form of weakness in House Montague. Regardless, one such an event had come to pass mere hours before as he found himself face to face with the house elf's chilling rendition (and not pleasant chills, either) of his mothers ungodly sobbing, whining and general complaining that seemed to come to the conclusion that she missed her dear, dear brother once again. The whole thing was just... weak and something that he found all together disgusting. Sometimes it was embarrassing to admit that the woman was even his mother.
His eyes had stopped moving, frozen in place upon a single sentence as he thought of the amount of embarrassment that his mother caused him. The Slytherin shifted in the common room chair that he was sitting in, a rare sour expression forming. His eyes went wide suddenly from surprise as someone or something bumped his chair, bringing him away from his state of thought. "Watch where you're going." He grumbled, not even looking to the person he was accosting. He was just not in the mood, not today. Yeah this post is rubbish and Alexei's in a bad mood but it doesn't mean it can't get better so join. I'm just having posting troubles, so yeah. |
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Post by RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE on Aug 5, 2012 19:00:03 GMT
Today was one of those rare occasions when Rodolphus was in a good mood. It didn’t happen very often, happy wasn’t exactly a feeling he was familiar with and he wouldn’t stretch as far as to describe his current mood as happy but he was a little more content that usual. A little less brooding and sulking and just a tad more upbeat. Just a tad. To the outside world it probably wasn’t all that perceptible apart from the absence of a scowl, he looked exactly the same but it was always his internal emotions that he had to battle with and today they were at ease. It was a blessing it really was. His pureblood, Slytherin upbringing had taught him well how to hide the emotions that were bubbling just beneath the surface, to give nothing away whatever you were feeling. Of course for Rod, anger was the hardest of his emotions to control and he slipped up more often than he liked in that department but on the whole he was an expert at keeping his emotions under control.
It wasn’t necessarily all that of a good thing however. Sure he knew how to keep his expression blank and to give nothing away and show no signs of weakness but he did not know how to keep his inner feelings in check. And so his hatred, his rage, his sadness, his frustrations all boiled around inside of him constantly threatening to break loose and cause him to snap and do something stupid. Already this term he had come under siege from them on several occasions and so he was quite happy to be feeling somewhat relaxed today. There was no particular reason for it, he had simply woken up feeling calm, it was strange and serene almost like that quiet, still calm you get before a storm rages through. And if that was going to be the case, a storm where Rodolphus Lestrange was concerned was not a welcoming thought.
He wasn’t dwelling on that however. He was wandering into the common room, a letter addressed to him clutched in his hand. Owls were not his favourite animals, he had considered blasting the thing dead before he went anywhere near it’s deadly looking talons to unclasp the letter but he had managed to pluck up enough courage to untie the scroll from it and emerge unscathed. Yes, the great Rodolphus Lestrange was terrified of owls, it was a fact he was quite keen to keep hidden and it was why he avoided breakfast in the Great Hall like the plague, his letters always turning up in his dormitory. He had stared at his name on the front, not recognising the writing he was strangely reluctant to open it. Having no clue what might be written inside he had travelled to the common room because if he opened it in private there was a chance his volatile side would break free whereas if he did it in public he was more likely to stay composed. Not that he assumed the letter was bad news; it was more that he always assumed the worst.
Some blasted student (idiot first year probably) had left a book lying around and Rod, who walked proudly with his head in the air tripped over it, stumbled and bashed into an occupied chair, the occupant of which then had the nerve to reprimand him for it. A glare springing to his face, Rodolphus straightened himself, eyes burning into the head of sixth year Alexei Montague. ”Watch your tone, Montague.” He snapped at him, a threatening growl evident in his words. He bent down; picking up the offensive book, glancing at the cover to see that it was on divination, causing him to curl his lip in disgust before tossing it into the other Slytherin’s lap. ”Is this yours? If it is you left it lying around.” His tone clearly stated that he was not amused with his reaction; Rod demanded a certain level of respect from everyone.
[ ughhhh it's terrible I'm so sorry! I will get better, my starts always suck ] |
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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Aug 25, 2012 17:18:44 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #48705D solid; border-bottom: 10px #48705D solid;] they say what you don't know can't hurt you but in this case that's just not true ( WORDS ) 771 ( TAGGED ) LESTRANGE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Respect really was something that Alexei felt was earned and that was just that. Though there was a simple truth that it was hard to gain much of anything from the sixth year, it just wasn't done and there were very few people in the world that were worth worrying about. Yes, he did hold purebloods higher in his mind then anyone who dared to thin their bloodline down with, well, mud, but even at that point he was still thought higher then them. At least, that was simply the way it worked unless he had certain chances to put his tongue down their throat or various other things that went down that line. Though, it wasn't as if he respected any of them, but that was something for another time. His family was all that really mattered and it was surely them that caused him grief in more ways then one. Aside from his mother's complaints that he was often on the receiving end of, there was always that undying fact that his family was not pure Slytherins. Indeed, their blood remained all magical but it was not like so many of his house, where the whole family generation after generation was in a single house. Slytherin, in this case. It was a shame that he was the only one out of his siblings that found a certain level of pride in his house. And that was perhaps why things were the way they were sometimes. The whole lot of them was nothing more then a complete melting pot of houses. Each going to their own, often he wondered if his parents had a fourth child whether or not they'd end up with the missing Hufflepuff. Oh, that would be just down right terrible, no if and's or but's about it.
Surely that was cause enough for the other members of his house to look down upon him sometimes. Then again it was hardly common for there to be a level of admiration between families. It was the simple idea of to each their own and that it was all about bettering one's family and not someone elses. At least, that was the way that the Slytherin often looked upon it despite the disappointment that he often felt for his own flesh and blood. He, even if they were not, was more then worth something. He had worthwhile thoughts, goals and anything else that he cared to think of that he had no problem passing on to another. But even that being said, he was not keen on going along happily with the arranged marriage that his parents seemed quite thrilled with. Even though his name did hold a certain weight and he carried himself with more pride then any human really needed to. (Though he had no doubt that there were a few people that thought otherwise when they had the pleasure of walking in on a snogging session or saw the notches on his bedpost). All that mattered was himself not the likes of them, he would find a perfectly suitable and worthy woman on his own, thank you very much, without the likes of their help. But even that didn't matter at the moment, nothing did. Alexei just couldn't seem to find a part of himself that even slightly wanted to give a damn about his family or anything for that matter. Not even the person that he was snapping at for running into his chair. It just didn't matter. And no one ever seemed to understand that.
The book on the other hand that was sent his way, did get a reaction. The Slytherin's eyes shot up, locking onto the person. Who just so happened to be someone that was very much so pureblooded and close enough to pure Slytherin in his eyes. Odds are he even had the family worth being proud of too. Alexei tossed the book that had been thrown his way onto the floor. "I honestly thought you could read, Lestrange. Does it not say grade two on the cover?" Well, it did and that made it without a doubt someone elses. And normally he would have thought better then to speak to a member of such a family in that manner but there again, he didn't care. Honestly, there wasn't too much that could be done to him. Like what would happen? They'd go after his family? That'd actually be helping him, come to think of it. A person having a family of one sure did have less problems when it came to keeping pride. Was such a lovely thought. I know I made you wait so long AND this post is still complete rubbish. You have my permission to smack me for it. |
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Post by RODOLPHUS JUDE LESTRANGE on Sept 12, 2012 21:37:08 GMT
If Alexei thought he could get away with using that tone with Rodolphus then he was severely mistaken. Rod demanded respect from everyone, including the teachers. If he felt that they were treating him like a child then he would just get up and walk out. Which in itself was quite a childish act but Rod didn't see it that way. He simply had a temper and it was unwise to set it off, whoever you were. If anything it was a lot less dangerous for the professor and the other students in the classroom for him to leave rather than kick off. Rod walking out was a saner person’s version of counting to ten silently in their heads. Especially these days when he was even more volatile and even being in a good mood was not enough to stop the silent rage from rising up inside of him.
Rodolphus was part of a family steeped in history. Generations and generations of Lestrange’s had passed through this school, each and every single one of them in Slytherin. You even had to marry someone else in Slytherin house. They were a proud and ancient house, one that was held in high regard but it had a much darker reputation. One look at Rod and his brother and many people could see that. And so he was not so amused with Montague's tone. Rod was very much of the opinion that he had long since earned his respect and surely his (on the outside at least) picture perfect pureblood family saw to it as well.
"I wasn't paying attention to the cover, Montague." Rod snapped back. "But if I was then it would not make a difference to my reaction. Your intelligence level is not much higher than grade two I'm sure." He sneered at the boy. He was someone that Rod did not know very well on a personal level but being pureblood they had both bumped into each other over the years both before and during school. His parents had always frowned at the Montagues slightly, with their assortment of houses; the only thing keeping them in higher standing was of course their blood purity and their intendment on keeping their bloodline pure. At least Rod sincerely hoped that was their priority anyway, otherwise Alexei was going to go severely down in his standings. And Rod had standings, he had a list of people who he regarded worthless and who ultimately he wanted to end the lives of.
He did find it rather hypocritical of his parents though to look down on other families when they, his father especially seemed to view the world as something he could wreck. Where was the pride in having a father that got rip-roaring drunk day in, day out? There was none but Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange were determined to hide their marital problems from the world even if that meant Nicolas explaining away his bloodshot eyes with the excuse of tiredness and Carolina covering her bruises with glamour magic. And Rodolphus and his brother would have to stand either side of them and act as if it was all okay in order to keep up appearances. All for the sake of pride.
”I thought I told you to watch your tone anyway, Montague?” Rod sat himself down on a couch with a glare at the younger boy. ”What has gotten you all riled up anyhow?” He said in a tone of voice that clearly stated he did not care in the slightest but it was manners to ask wasn’t it? And Rodolphus had to set an example. ”Girl troubles? Or did your mother forget to pack your favourite pink sweater?"
[ I know it's terrible. and it took me years to write. sorry! ]
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Post by ALEXEI REGNAULD MONTAGUE on Sept 19, 2012 1:57:34 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #48705D solid; border-bottom: 10px #48705D solid;] they say what you don't know can't hurt you but in this case that's just not true ( WORDS ) 857 ( TAGGED ) LESTRANGE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Being pureblooded often seemed to hold a general feeling of a person walking upon the edge of a knife when it came to social standings and things of that nature. Everything remained as always as something that was nearly all fabricated. Everything was only as people saw on the outside. Behind closed doors there was another world with each and every pureblooded family. After all, a show of weakness was unwise at best and held a large force of dire consequences. More so with the rise of the Dark Lord then any other time, it seemed. Many seemed to be swaying to that promise of power while others watched for any show of reluctance just waiting to label another house as a blood traitor. Indeed, the whole thing did well to spell disaster for any family that was accused of such a thing. Though it may of not been a crime in the written texts of laws, it was still one that all upstanding pureblood families held a certain degree of fear over. All too often it seemed that the extremes of feelings and values got the better of people and before anyone could blink there was death, imprisonment or torture. All of course, untraceable back to the assaulting family. That was just the way the game was played. At least that was how it worked in the darker recesses. Throughout history there had been several families wiped off the face of the earth and if there were survivors they knew better then to proclaim their family name but such barbaric behavior was rare and was of a dying age anyway. Still, it had always been something that lingered in the back of Alexei's mind ever since he had picked up that history book in their own private library. Without a doubt, he would have to say that he was not ready to die.
Though, it seemed that the one in front of him really was more important then how things used to work. Alexei's expression soured as he gave ground figuratively to the elder Slytherin, simply reminding himself that Lestrange had some sway over the prefects and surely could to well to make sure that his life was made miserable as punishment. Though that really was just the tip of the iceberg as to what really could be done and there were more then a few things on that list that the sixth year didn't care to think about. It just wasn't worth that about of strain and stress over a shallow and mind numbing argument over a book even if the house elf's rendition of his mother's incessant whining had done well to spoil his mood it was best not to add fuel to places where there shouldn't be a fire. So he just took his lumps when it came to the insult his intelligence had taken. It was better not to take the bait. The standard asking as to what his problem was, on the other hand, just found itself to be increasingly humorous and there was nothing he could do about it. For some reason he could not help but find humour in Lestrange asking if he was having girl trouble and the insult laced one of his mother not packing his pink jumper. Montague could not help but smile on both accounts but his tone became far more even tempered, bordering on respectful as he went. "Thank you for such genuine concern, Lestrange but I don't have girl troubles." And that was just fact. Sure there had been more then a few hurt feelings mostly for the girls he had gotten together with only for the physical but that was something that all of them should have gotten use to by now. Alexei Montague was just a no strings attached kind of bloke. It was best and easiest that way. Though it seemed that his family and a large percentage of the population didn't quite agree with how he operated with that. And that was not even taking into consideration that he had taken a few blokes to bed as well. He remained ever proud of that fact too!
"As for the pink jumper," The Slytherin continued unable to help himself. "That was the first thing I packed." After all, he did look quite good in pink, thank you very much. Though that was one thing in all honesty that was lacking from his wardrobe. Still there were higher odds for him to just walk nearly nude around the school then there would be him fretting over some pink jumper but that was just the way that went. More so then anything just to show those ladies and gentlemen that had yet to have interest in him, what they were missing. "And you, Lestrange? Are you having girl troubles and mental anguish over a missing jumper?" Well, fair was fair. And Alexei had always been taught that it was only right to ask the other person how things were going as well. Though odds were that was not had all what the woman had in mind when she said such things. This post sorta doesn't suck. And you know you've RPed with Brits too long when the word sweater looks funny xD |
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