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That Maud’s dark father and mine
Had bound us one to the other,
Betrothed us over their wine,
On the day when Maud was born;
Seal’d her mine from her first sweet breath.
Mine, mine by a right, from birth till death
Mine, mine—our fathers have sworn.
But the true blood spilt had in it a heat
To dissolve the precious seal on a bond,
That, if left uncancell’d, had been so sweet:
And none of us thought of a something beyond,
A desire that awoke in the heart of the child,
As it were a duty done to the tomb
(Source: lookbackseeforward)
(Source: lookbackseeforward)
Would anyone like a starter?
REGARDING-BELLATRIX said: i see that you already have two to write, but if you get the time to, i would like one as well. if you don’t get around to it, i’ll probably feed off of that starter you posted ages ago or or something, so that’s fine.
NARCISSA-LOVING-CISSY said: me!
REBECCAHAYESHUFFLEPUFF said: yes, please. but you don’t have to. did anyone else watch ‘bridge to terabithia?”
“I’ve got this one to keep me company in hell.”
(Source: bellaisatrixster)
Slughorn’s Party
(Source: darkestmagic)
I don’t mean to alarm you, but I’ve only really joined you all to tell you that most of you are in grave danger.
Pray elaborate your claims, foreteller.
The steam locomotive, followed by a billow of smoke, reached a halt by the aged Hogsmeade Station. A deafening screech startled the minority of inhabitants of the train; an agitated commotion erupted from every carriage, as students poured into the platform forthwith. Prefects were summoned instantly as to restore order amongst the pupils.
The new year of 1976 has proved to be packed with apprehensive dismays; for those were times of terror and darkness, the rise of a certain dark wizard and his rapidly recruiting legions threatened the deteriorating wizarding world. Regardless of the parlous state of the magical world, departing home, due to the Holidays, remained an obligation of the purebred students at Hogwarts. The youth of the pureblood society have been summoned home by their parents for the annual ball, which was held for various reasons, matchmaking holding the utmost significance.
Meanwhile, and to his uttermost delectation, the Lestrange heir was exempted off the tedious journey back to Hogwarts and instead bestowed upon the honour of a long-anticipated conclave with The Dark Lord.
Following his arrival at the concealed Riddle Manor, Rodolphus was admitted into a sumptuously furnished room, embellished with lavish furnishings, enormous bookcases packed with various books regarding dark and ancient magic, only little light ,of various candles and torches scattered around, illuminated the room. A throne resided at the focus of the chamber, an imperious figure rested upon the seat of power, his dark smart features hidden by the dominating shadows.
“M’Lord.” Rodolphus bowed lowly, addressing his master with confidence and exorbitant passion.
“Rise and approach me, Rodolphus.” Lord Voldemort ordered his most devoted adherent; the Lestrange actioned respectively, his eyes remaining docile and cognizant. “You have proved worthy of bearing the Dark Mark and all obligations accompanied by such brand. You’re now to attempt recruiting followers to our noble cause, but only those exemplary.” the Dark Lord stated; his words inflating the young man’s ego. After almost an hour of communing, Rodolphus departed the manor and headed back to Hogwarts through the favorable method of wizard transportation: apparition.
Following a secret route from Hogsmeade, he arrived at Hogwarts grounds by the strike of midnight, relishing the tranquil atmosphere. The mark branded upon his left forearm kindled self-glorification; the pleasant words of his master echoed in his ears, he has proved worthy and he shall expend each day of his life in the sake of his Lord and the Cause.Blinded by reveries of glory and superiority, Rodolphus remained oblivious to where his feet have brought him.
(Source: rodolphus-ares-lestrange)
Gentle tunes diffused throughout the room; an orchestra resided by one end while couples swayed across the polished marble floor. Two grand chandeliers hung from the lofty ceiling, hovering over the multitude of supremacist patricians of the wizarding world.
His mother has badgered him into dancing with his betrothed, though the Lestrange heir perceived the whole matter as nonsensical and superfluous. Receding from a political discourse, Rodolphus reluctantly paced across the room towards an assemblage of woman.
“Miss Black, a dance?” he proffered his hand to the eldest of the Black sisters, a smile etched upon his face.
The addressed excused herself as she accepted her betrothed’s invitation. The couple silently walked towards the designated dancing area.
“Trixie, you look lov-” Rodolphus started, soonafter interrupted by an averse Bellatrix Black.
“Just dance, Lestrange.” she persisted, her face impersonal, free of sentiment. He complied, a simple simper itched upon his thin lips, he knew their shared life would be free of love and emotion, yet it was evident to be challenging. And boy did he love a feisty challenge.
The two harmoniously yet mutely danced to the music, admiring eyes following their swift moves across the dancefloor.
Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange at one of numerous pureblood occasions.
(Source: misguided-adventures)
