ESTJ // THE EXECUTIVE
good order is the foundation of all things
an unforgivable task // rodolphus&augustus
The Lestrange Manor August 10th @avgvstvs
Rodolphus had no qualms about torturing people. In fact, he often enjoyed it. Torturing his own people, however, was as much a punishment for him as it was for them. While he knew punishment was often necessary, it didn’t make the act itself any easier. But if the Dark Lord ordered it, Rodolphus would comply whether he liked it or not. As much as people treated him like a leader-like the Minister for Magic-he was a leader in title only, limited immensely in the shots he could call. The Dark Lord decided that for failing to protect their own, for letting Dolohov die, Cygnus Black and Augustus Rookwood deserved to be punished. It was up to him to make that happen.
“Do you know why you’re here?” He asked coolly, voice blank of any and all emotion. Despite all of the Death Eaters being present, the question was clearly directed at the two wizards sat at the end of the table, isolated slightly from the others. “Because, I’m afraid, this is not a normal meeting and I’d rather not need to outline the itinerary.” Rodolphus knew they understood what was coming to them or, at least, he hoped. Explaining to a friend that you are about to torture them within an inch of their life can be awkward, to put it mildly.
Cruelty ran through his blood, but it only boiled to the surface when facing an enemy. This time he would keep his cool-only allowing the Death Eaters to see him as the calm, collected man he always presented. The merciless beast inside him that ran on vengeance and bloodlust remained hidden for another day. Running his fingers along his wand, Rodolphus stood from his chair gracefully, gesturing for the two to follow his lead. He turned to the younger wizard, steely eyes carefully empty. “Tell me again, what have you done?”
old wounds and fresh ones too | rodolphus&andromeda
16 August
Outside the Ministry of Magic
@dromeda-tonks
There was nothing Rodolphus Lestrange regarded higher than family. He looked out for his own and, in turn, they looked out for him. Carrying on the pureblood legacy could not be achieved without each and every important person in his life. At one point, Andromeda was part of that elite group of people; the few in the world Rodolphus would give his life to protect. She established her place there even before she became family by marriage, before he married her sister, back when the world was far simpler. All three of the Black sisters held a special place in his heart-not only because he knew one of them would become his wife.
Seeing Andromeda, a woman once so dear to him, made his blood boil and his heart squeeze all at once. It had hurt when she left. His circle of people became smaller and smaller, but she was the first. The catalyst to the chaos that followed. Rodolphus did not know whether to blame her or the despicable mudblood that stole her from them. He did not know which made the emptiness easier to deal with.
The fresh wound of a funeral made the sight far more difficult. Losing one of their own made his heart hollow and, despite not being particularly close to Dolohov, Rodolphus had a lot of respect for the man; he would miss him. His reason for abandoning the cause could not be helped, while Andromeda left a burn on the Black family tree. She chose a fleeting romance over his family and he will never forgive her.
Reaching out impulsively and grabbing Andromeda’s shoulder, Rodolphus glared. “What were you doing in there?” He snapped, voice uncharacteristically harsh. “I don’t suppose anyone presently working at the Ministry meets your standard anymore.”
Starter Call
In order to get my muse back in order I’m scrapping all of my previous threads and starting afresh! Like this post for a personalised, plot-related starter (I will probably message you with a few ideas). Not capping this one. I’m so ready to get back into RPing with you all <3
Say what you want. We’re all going to die - I intend to deserve it.
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the wonder of words | pj!gilderoy&open
“Trust me, it was a compliment to her dedication,” He smoothly assured. Personally, he had no complaints about Rita Skeeter, and he was both surprised and relieved to find another person who appeared to share such an unpopular opinion. “I have always admired a ruthless woman… and a beautiful one.” The comment felt like a slight betrayal to Edgar, but he justified it as good acting. As much as his wife may disagree, Nikita thought it was its own type of crime not to praise beautiful people for being themselves ― he had said so himself ― and the woman before Gilderoy seemed a good enough candidate for the praise. “I am just getting out of a meeting with her myself. I think I left her in a good mood for you.”
“I do not believe we have met before. I am certain I would have remembered it if we had. I am Nikita Vasiliev,” He said with a confidence that impressed even himself. Perhaps Nikita didn’t enjoy being recognized as the celebrity he was, but Gilderoy was prepared to bask in the status that was notably greater than his own. “Lovely to meet you.” He waited for her to offer her hand so that he could bring it chastely to his lips, as he had watched Nikita do to his mother so many years ago when Marcelle introduced him to the family. If the gesture had been appropriate then, then certainly it was appropriate now.
The man before him was easy on the eyes, both on the quidditch pitch and off. If it was wrong for Rodolphus to admire his appearance as well as his skill, he didn’t care. Or more accurately, she didn’t. Carlotta had no wife waiting in her manor. He let the blush rise to his cheeks, and a bashful smile grace his lips. “So have I; I prefer my men less ruthless, but just as beautiful.” Flirting like this came naturally to a man so used to impressing others. “I would’t imagine you leave many people in a bad mood.” Rodolphus teased with a wink. “You seem very charming.”
“Yes, I'm familiar with your achievements-you’ve done very well for yourself. It’s a shame that quidditch isn’t as beloved of a sport in America.” Rodolphus himself had been surprised at the lack of quidditch culture when he had visited. He extended his hand, smiling prettily when the wizard pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Carlotta Jackson, I work for the Magical Congress of the United States of America.” Very few people recognised her, but after one meeting she was very difficult to forget. “The pleasure is all mine.”
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champagne and polyjuice potion // rodolphus&*florence*
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Rabastan Lestrange & Emma Vanity’s Engagement Party, Lestrange Manor
25 July, 1979
@florence-wilson
The butterflies in her stomach were almost too much for Florence to handle. She felt like she needed to throw up, to empty out her system, in order to take care of the horrible nerves that were eating her from the inside out. The plan, crashing the engagement party that was to be held at the Lestrange manor, was beyond dangerous. All it took was one person getting the wrong strand of hair for their polyjuice potion, or for someone to say something out of turn, or the party to go on a little too long, and then they would be caught. Caught and killed. Or, rather, Florence thought to herself, caught, tortured, and killed. It was as dangerous as it was bold. She’d been instructed to lay low, to keep quiet and in the background, speaking only when necessary and when spoken to. It was for the best, anyway. Florence knew little about the upper crust of Pureblood society. She’d never cared to learn much about their lives and social dynamics any more than was absolutely necessary. In school, the insidious gossip felt flat to her. It all was part of a social hierarchy that she would never fit into and one that she never desired to carve a place for herself in. The only facts that she wanted to know were the ones that would help her dismantle it entirely. But there she was, standing with her back against a wall, a flute of champagne in her hand. Florence took a sip, hoping it would help her feel better. The taste of the polyjuice potion was still in the back of her throat, another reminder that she had to be especially careful of anything she said. Before long, someone came to speak to her. Not just someone, but Rodolphus Lestrange himself. “You’re too kind. We’ve only met in passing, I believe, but never been properly introduced. Emilia Bulstrode.” She offered her hand in return, placing it in his. “I’m certain that the pleasure is mine, Mr. Lestrange. Your family’s home is esquisite. I would love to see the rest of it at some point in time.” She paused, her hand feeling weightier every moment that it was in his. “And how wonderful it is that we can be here for such a joyous occasion. You must be so thrilled for Rabastan.”
Emilia Bulstrode, well that was certainly a surprise. Rodolphus hadn’t seen the witch since he was a child. Their parents had been close and he knew her well, but that was before she went to Beaxbatons. He supposed that they had never taken the chance to catch up due to the untimely death of his parents-mostly fracturing their ties to one another. Still, Rodolphus did not doubt she would be just as agreeable. Taking her hand, he placed a delicate kiss upon her knuckles. “How wonderful to see you again Emilia-it truly has been too long.” His wide grin had become less fabricated after learning the witch was an old friend. “Yes, the Lestrange Manor definitely missed these occasions; I’m glad to bring some life back into the ballroom once again. You see, my wife is not one for planning parties.” Rodolphus leaned in to tell her, as though it was a secret shared between them.
“As for my brother, words cannot express my happiness for him.” Despite it only being the engagement party, Rodolphus felt as though Rabastan and Emma were married already. The couple truly were perfect for one another and it made him smile to know that at least one of the Lestranges found a love match. “Are you enjoying the festivities? Unfortunately I didn’t have much say in the planning myself, work is rather hectic at the moment. I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Anyway, enough about me. How are you doing Emilia? Merlin, you look so different.” Gone was the little girl he once knew; a woman now stood in her place. “I suppose that is to be expected.” Rodolphus laughed easily, taking another sip of champagne.
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glory and gratitude | rodolphus & emma
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The Minister for Magic’s Office, The Ministry May 18th @emmaxvcnity
There were a lot of things that Emma considered herself proud of when almost all her achievements had come about thanks to her own drive and determination rather than a helping hand from her parents. But there were few occasions that she had contributed to that made her prouder than knowing that she had played some part and had some hand in ensuring that Rodolphus Lestrange had managed to finally claim the position that should have always been his. It had been a rare situation where she had found herself offering her aid without wanting or needing anything in exchange but when she had received the invitation, the victory felt all the more sweeter and she had accepted with no hesitation.
With a gift in hand - a rather nice gilded frame that she’d picked out with room for three photographs, the middle one already filled with a copy of one of him outside of the Ministry - she had arrived. “Rodolphus, thank you so much for having me.” Smiles were easy when she was in company that she enjoyed and respected, even more so when they had something to be truly happy about. “I never doubted that we would be able to weather the storm and now here we are.” With her free hand she motions around them slightly, still enjoying the novelty of being in the Minister’s office. “I believe that congratulations should be the first order and for that I have brought you a little something.”
The sincerity in his voice was not missed and to her that was more than enough and a little shake of her head was given in the hopes of preventing any more thanks when she felt as though she was more than satisfied with the outcome of it all. “Not at all. I know you would do everything in your power to help me should I ever need it so it seemed only right that I seized the opportunity to help you when it arose.” Sitting herself down smoothly with a smile sent his direction by way of thanks, she cannot help but finally looking a little pleased with herself as she spoke again. “And now we both have a few moments to bask in the triumph of it all.”
“You have no idea how much your support means to me.” He smiled softly, his tone of voice betraying his emotions. Taking the box, he opened it with care, a grin blossoming on his face at the sight its contents. The gift both surprised him and warmed his heart. Rodolphus had grown used to impersonal presents of expensive wine and gin and, while he was still thankful for those, this meant infinitely more to him. Mentally, he had already filled the remaining two frames: one with an old picture of his family, before the untimely death of his parents, and a new picture of his updated family, Emma included. “Thank you.” His voice came out quiet and raw, overwhelmed by gratitude. Rodolphus knew he was lucky to have someone like Emma in his life. He cleared his throat, marking the end of his vulnerable moment. “You didn’t need to get me anything, but I appreciate it nonetheless." He would certainly make it up to her.
Her faith never ceased to astound him; even some of Rodolphus’s closest friends and family doubted him on occasion. Yet, Emma seemed so confident in his ability to do the best for their community. Her faith in him helped to restore his faith in himself. With everything going on, it became easy to lose track of the important things in life, the things that made war worth fighting. Emma’s company was a constant reminder of that. “Of course!” Rodolphus agreed vehemently, pleased that she had no doubts regarding his support. “Do not ever hesitate to ask-you’re family now, you know? Or you will be some day, I’m sure of it.” Rabastan would almost certainly propose, solidifying what Rodolphus already knew; Emma was born to be a Lestrange. “Certainly, you must join me and my wife for dinner so we can celebrate in a less formal environment.”
Rodolphus Lestrange & Walden MacNair
‘eventually they're gonna know who's right; to make a stand you got to win the fight’
#aesthetic#CRwalden#i got poison#so the first one is more serious#the second features a bro hug#which they probs wouldn't do but I can dream#hope u like it <3#trying to get back into using this format and im a lil rusty so it's not the best#words are from the song legendary#by welshly arms#I thought it was p fitting
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Greta + Rod
- Name: Everett (’brave as a wild boar’) Sebastian (’venerable’) Lestrange
- Gender: Male
- General Appearance: The most appropriate word to describe Everett Lestrange would be ‘striking’. Everything about him immediately catches the eye, from his piercing eyes to his broad shoulders and pale skin. Still, he seems approachable, not too attractive to be intimidating. While sometimes he comes off as too-serious, like his father, Everett can rectify that with a grin big and bright enough to match his mother’s.
- Personality: While not a troublemaker, Everett certainly has a wild streak, something his father definitely struggles with. Despite an outwardly somber appearance, he doesn't take life too seriously and is always willing to role with the punches. This, coupled with a short temper, can make him rather volatile at times. Allowing his problems and emotions to bottle up causes Everett to explode more than he’d like to admit. The mixture of his father’s Slytherin qualities and his mother’s Hufflepuff ones landed him in Gryffindor; the perfect house to fuel his adventurous streak. A solid group of friends allowed his social skills to flourish and his smile to grow brighter. Bursting with passion, Everett is a great friend to all and would never spill a secret.
- Special Talents: Oddly, he finds a comfort in plants and developed something of a green thumb. If his anger gets too much to bear, Everett retreats to the greenhouse, or his own little garden at home, to calm down.
- Who they like better: Greta. With Rodolphus he feels like he has too much to live up to. While Everett knows that his dad will love him no matter what, he can’t shake the feeling that he is a disappointment, not the Slytherin Lestrange that his father desperately wanted. His mother shows her love a lot more freely, something he also inherited.
- Who they take after more: Again, Greta. That’s not to say he doesn't have a lot of Rodolphus in him, his father is present in both his anger and his calm, but Greta is there in his smile.
- Personal Head canon: Everett becomes an exotic botanist, travelling the world in search of new plants, both magical and muggle. He doesn’t come home often, too enthralled by the call of the unknown. When he does, he’s greeted by hugs and tears of joy. No matter what he does, Everett knows that his parents are proud of him; both of them.
- Face Claim: Arthur Gosse
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The Belly Of The Beast
rod
Aurora never thought she’d be the type for a double date, but the idea was intriguing. Dinner and gossip with three of the most powerful Death Eaters was an opportunity Aurora would not pass up on. “Bellatrix, well of course reputation proceeds her. I haven’t had the pleasure though.” Aurora picked up her glass to give her a moment to think. She was never the type of person to give away too much information, but she felt that Rodolphus would benefit from some frankness from her. “My grandparents have tried very hard to erase my mother’s indiscretion from their memories, but I’m not thick enough to think anyone else has. I’ve lived in your circles, but I’ve never belonged. I’ve kept to myself, so while I don’t know most of the inner circle you hold, I know them.” After spending years at stupid parties, sticking to the walls and corners and shadows, she knew quite a lot.
She almost smirked like they were sharing some joke, but kept it fairly suppressed. Part of her didn’t want to get along with Rodolphus. The man that piggy-backed on her plan to take the ministry and rid it of all the corruption. Of him and Walden. Those feelings she had to internalize. “You too are a pair. I look quite forward to those dinner parties.” House elves… Aurora completely forgot about the topic, but it became quite apparent as they ushered in food that they would be quite expected of her. “Right, a Sauvignon Blanc please. If available,” she requested after hearing what he was serving. All those lessons her grandmother was shoving down her were actually paying off. “As for house-elves, I’m sure most definitely in the future. We’re in the middle of moving after all and, well… My grandmother is all too untrusting of them after the Elven Uprising of 1919. She rents them for dinner parties exclusively.” Aurora leaned in closer as if she was sharing a secret with her dinner mate.
Luckily by then the wine had arrived and she could take refuge in the drink. Slowly. She was trying to impress him after all. The food alone was making it worth it though. She hadn’t hand anything like the scallops in weeks. “Dinner is delectable, thank you. Making me forget all the grading I’m neglecting at the moment.”
The witch seemed to only become more intriguing as the night went on, surprising Rodolphus even further. What little he knew about Aurora was tested after only a short time in her company. “I think she would take to you.” He offered candidly, being a strong woman herself, it was only natural that his wife would like to surround herself with others. Although, he wasn’t sure Walden shared the same preference. “I must say I’m impressed by your frankness. Of course, we shall have you properly integrated into our society in no time.” Rodolphus didn’t by any means trust Aurora, but he knew keeping her close would be key. As long as it was not close enough to learn anything important. “Despite your husband-to-be’s penchant for being anti-social.” He let out a small laugh at his own remark, anyone close to Walden knew that was an understatement.
"That is, if you can convince Walden to attend" His lips quirked up in a secretive smile. "I've been inviting him over for years to no avail, but perhaps now that he has a beautiful witch to accompany him he will have a reason to finally accept." Rodolphus's teasing tone fell from his tongue with more familiarity than he expected from their conversation. He found himself hoping that Aurora was genuine, though his guard remained firmly up. "Good choice." He grinned, clicking his fingers for the house-elves to comply with her request. "I remember my own grandmother having similar doubts, except she had so little kitchen skills that living without them wasn't a viable option." The flow of chatter came almost too easily, Rodolphus once again found himself laughing.
“Ah yes, you teach Astronomy, correct?” Rodolphus could see the appeal of teaching, he actually liked children quite a lot, unfortunately he wasn’t the most patient of men. “Well I’m glad I can distract you from your responsibilities, if only for a night.” He thought about winking, but decided it would be too much. On that note, the house-elves arrived with their first course, setting the plates before them.
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the wonder of words | pj!gilderoy&open
Date: July 30, 1979
Location: Daily Prophet Headquarters
OPEN TO ALL !
Gilderoy Lockhart had been primarily docile in the war since its beginning, and it was for that reason that when an opportunity to make an impact presented itself to him, it felt too dangerous to pursue it in his own skin. Earlier that month, Frank made certain that he knew that even those who he thought were his friends would turn against him if his loyalty wavered, meanwhile others like Narcissa Malfoy and Emma Vanity and even the Minister himself showed how welcoming their side truly was to those who wished to help end the war. Thus, when the man met with Rita Skeeter to discuss an exchange of information for exposure, he knew which people he intended to expose ― those who never appreciated him, but instead threatened to throw him into Azkaban.
In his polyjuice disguise of Russian Quidditch player Nikita Vasiliev, Gilderoy exited the building and bumped into someone almost immediately. “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t even see you there, completely my fault.” He still had one hand on the door, and pulled it open again uncertainly. “Are you heading into the Daily Prophet, or just passing by? Be warned that Rita Skeeter is absolutely ruthless, if you’re looking to talk to one of the writers in there.”
It was no secret that not everybody supported Rodolphus’s rise to Minister; even people in his own organisation had begun to doubt him. That made it necessary for some snooping to be done. The list of people he could trust grew shorter and shorter each day, meaning he needed to take matters into his own hands. The Daily Prophet was the perfect place to start-to make sure that there were no journalists gathering information for a public take-down. Obviously the Minister for Magic walking in and checking things out in person would raise some alarm, thus the need for a disguise. And what a perfect disguise Carlotta Jackson was. Enough approachability and charisma to win people over and a strong enough glare to avoid getting questioned.
Strutting into the building, Rodolphus was too focused on walking in heels and going over his game plan to pay attention. He stumbled slightly as someone bumped into him, but steadied at the last second. Retaining composure, he smiled smoothly. “No, no!” Rodolphus recognised the man as someone important-someone he knew Carlotta would be careful to appease. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, you can’t take all of the blame.” He smiled sweetly, her perfect teeth glistening in the sunlight. “I was heading in, but I’m a tad early for my appointment so no worries.” He laughed at the mention of Rita-funnily enough she was the only one in the building he trusted was on his side. “That actually makes me want to meet her more.”
♔ TWENTY-FOUR ♔ HALF-BLOOD ♔ HORNED SERPENT ♔ MACUSA EMPLOYEE ♔
“Nothing is more creative... nor destructive... than a brilliant mind with a purpose.”
Aesthetic:
♜ Cat Eye Sunglasses ♜ Bouquets of Flowers ♜ Creme Brûlée ♜ Red Bottom Shoes ♜ Glossy Lips ♜ No-Maj Novels ♜ Fruity Perfume ♜ Blinding Smiles ♜ Herbal Tea ♜ Hot Baths ♜ Old Music ♜ Lingering Glances ♜ Thank You Letters ♜ Scent of Roses ♜
Personality Traits:
✓ Charismatic ✓ Elegant ✓ Persuasive ✓ Brilliant
✕ Petty ✕ Manipulative ✕ Narcissistic ✕ Impatient
Character Description:
Descendant of Josiah Jackson, first ever president of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Carlotta has a lot to live up to. Thankfully, she is more than willing to prove herself worthy of the family name. Politics has always been her passion and nobody is likeable or clever enough to command a room like she does. She likes the finer things in life and knows the importance of putting up the perfect facade and never letting any weaknesses show. Rodolphus Lestrange met her on a business trip to the US and was immediately captured by her passion and energy, particularly as she was so young. Unbeknownst to her, he found Carlotta to be the perfect tool for socialising within non-pureblood circles; similar enough to him that being her would come naturally, but different enough to truly relate to, and charm, his enemies.
CARLOTTA JACKSON is portrayed by KARLA SOUZA and is currently TAKEN by RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE.
party like a pureblood | rodolphus&gilderoy
The Lestrange Manor Ballroom
29, July, 1979
@whois-gilderoylockhart
Rodolphus Lestrange had been used to luxury all his life. Born suckling a silver spoon, he was blind to living without an abundance of wealth and pleasure. Parties like his brother’s engagement were not rare in pureblood society and part of the reason he fought was to keep it that way. The Mudbloods and blood traitors worked hard to shift the ancient families out of power and old money could only last them so long-particularly if their taxes were raised. Rodolphus would see to it that they kept their rightful spot atop the masses.
Some people, however, managed to worm their way into the upper class; social chameleons oozing ambition and charisma. Dolores Umbridge was one-desperate for riches and attention-and it seemed as though Gilderoy Lockhart was another. Rodolphus had met him before, at the Selwyn ball, and despite looking the part, to anyone truly in the know he stuck out like a sore thumb. This time his status had not been so obvious. Rodolphus did not know what to make of the wizard. Despite his charms, the man annoyed him to no end, too arrogant and with little to justify it. Still, he would give credit where it was due; Gilderoy managed to snag an invite to the event of the season so his charms must work on others.
“Enjoying the festivities?” He asked casually, sneaking up on the man from behind with a smirk. Rodolphus wanted nothing more than to sneer, but it was unbecoming of a host to look down upon his guests, even if they were lesser. “The Selwyn ball was lovely, but I am sure we can both agree that my family are experts when it comes to planning a party.” His eyes bore into Gilderoy’s, almost daring the wizard to challenge him, the Minister for Magic.
RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE MOODBOARD / THE WAR
“the fight isn't over until you win.”