Insomniatic Meat (ROD)

Rodolphus Lestrange couldn't care less about flowers. Or seating arrangements. Or isle markers. And he never would. But, with their father in the ground, and his wedding drawing nearer and nearer, Lyra Lestrange had made it her mission to help plan the event in any way possible. She was now sending him owl after owl of samples and ideas to show to Bellatrix; all of which he had thrown promptly in the fire. He cared less about his mother's feelings or opinions than he did the actual material. Giving absolutely no thought to how she may feel as he tossed out a clipping about candles, Rod stalked down the dungeon halls.

The common room was going to be packed with people already and Rod didn't feel like talking to them. Not the girls who wanted to faun over him of the boys who wanted to talk about chicks with him. He didn't want to waste his time on trivial discussions that meant nothing. Frankly, he was in a bad mood. His mother pissed him off, Joram pissed him off, Rabastan, though he wasn't at the school, pissed him off. Everyone put Rod in a sour state. So, to avoid the prying people of his house, Lestrange had taken the long way from dinner. Long way meaning he'd gone round the back of the castle and had a few smokes and a little quiet time before he came swaggering back inside.

There was alcohol waiting for him in his trunk, and Rodolphus planned on having a hot shower, then returning to it. He'd drink until he fell asleep, and dream of things he wished he could forget. Things that would never actually go away. He hadn't thought he'd ever grow into a man of regret, but now it seemed like a very real possibility. Rubbing his face, Rodolphus played with a string on the inside of his pocket; gripping it tight around his knuckle until it hurt, and then let it go again. The boy in the hallway caused him no alarm. There were always people in the dungeons doing extra potions and things. What did Rodolphus care? This boy could do what he wanted, be that stand by the entrance to the common room or not. Rod would say nothing of it. Instead, he gave the boy his customary nod and very light smirk as he strummed his chin, recalling the password for the day.

Rodolphus was a little surprised to hear the boy calling out to him; and even more surprised to hear he was being spoken to so forwardly by someone he didn't know. The boy glanced around stupidly thinking there might be another Rodolphus hanging about before he looked back to Issac. This guy must have had a gigantic sack of balls between his legs to be talking to him like that. Frankly, though, Rod couldn't decide if he wanted to help the guy or not.

Eyeing the boy a little, Rod crossed his arms and shifted his stance. "I more than anyone else appreciate you insulting my brother. It's a pleasure the share the burden. I see we have some disagreements though. I happen to like my hair. You're is a little long though." His tone was nothing but stately and not in anyway meant to be hurtful. Looking over the other boy's face, he tried to find a grain of anything that might give the guy away. "I'm sorry, don't mistake my hesitation as insubordination. It's just I have no idea who you are. So, who are you? Why do you need my idiot brother?"