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Knife Going In [james] Jan 11, 2013 22:11:49 GMT -8

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Education was not something Rodolphus exactly prized and certainly not something he put a prodigious amount of effort into - or at all, actually. He regarded Hogwarts and the education he received there with a kind of vague ambiguity; he understood its purpose and what he was there for, but as far as the Lestrange boy was concerned, the only positive effects Hogwarts had on his life were the free meals and providing him with an abundant amount of attractive girls. It was no surprise then that Rodolphus's grades were less than exemplary. In fact, the only real reason he managed to get from one year to the other, was because of his name status. He was a Lestrange, after all. Couldn't have his parents complaining to the school and getting them all sacked. There really was no subject that Rodolphus especially excelled at. Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, they were all the same to him. It was hard to say if his poor marks were due to his lack of initiative or a reflection of his capabilities as a wizard. Rodolphus wasn't an idiot, by far, but his status as a pure-blood wizard didn't seem to be helping him in any way, either. In any case, Rodolphus Lestrange was about the last person you wanted to be paired with on an assignment. Lazy, easily distracted, and apathetic, he was hardly the bookworm.

Unfortunate for James Potter then, when the two of them were put together for a Muggle Studies' task. The two of them had exchanged surly glances, neither particularly fancying the other, least of all when their grades now depended on one another. What made the arrangement worse was the assignment itself. They were to perform a brief skit as husband and wife in a tradtional Muggle household, while demonstrating the proper use of Muggle technology. Rodolphus and James were assigned to the kitchen. To make matters worse, they also had to use at least five common Muggle expressions whilst speaking. As it turned out, there was an odd number of boys and girls in their Muggle Studies period. As a result, James and Rod were made husband and wife. Till death do us part, indeed.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to be the sodding wife." The Slytherin boy muttered to himself while skulking down the corridors. He and James had begrudingly arranged to meet in the Muggle Studies classroom at the last minute. The assignment was due tomorrow, but the two of them had been putting off this dreadful meeting out of sheer hatred for one another. The reasons behind their mutual animosity were pretty straight-forward. James was a Gryffindor. Rod was a Slythern. They were Chasers for opposing Quidditch teams, and they were both womanizers and as a result, in competition with one another (though perhaps not so much as of late now that James had begun dating that mud-blood girl). In short, Rod and James could hardly stand to be in the same room with each other.

Rod was certainly not looking forward to the next hour or so they were stuck together. However, even Rod couldn't let his grades sink any farther than they already had. He had no choice, and if that meant he had to endure the annoying presence that was James Potter, then so be it. Entering the classroom, his signature smirk was plastered on his lips. Rod nodded at the Gryffindor boy and in a tone of mock affection stated, "Let's get to it, eh, wifey?"

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Knife Going In [james] Jan 19, 2013 11:23:03 GMT -8

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Obviously, this new Muggle Studies Professor had some undiagnosed and disturbing mental illness, either that, or she was excruciatingly thick. Why else would she have considered it a spark of brilliance to pair James Potter with Rodolphus Lestrange? Of all the verminous dunderheads in that class, Rodolphus was most certainly reigning King Git Supreme of the Slytherin Hierarchy. The mere thought of such an injustice caused a shudder at his very core, as it was pertinent for James to receive exemplary marks in all his lessons. If he failed to maintain an 'Outstanding' in Muggle Studies, his pending acceptance into the Auror's Academy would be hindered, or worse, placed on a permanent hiatus. As both cruel and malicious fate would have it, his grade for the most troublesome of classes now lay fractionally in the hands of a known pureblood elitist. Which brought about the inquiry, why was Rodolphus even in Muggle Studies? If it were up to he and his repugnant blood line, Muggles and Mudbloods alike would cease to exist.

Though James and Rodolphus had protested ruthlessly against such a pairing, the Professor had inevitably held fast to her decision. As such, the duo had begrudgingly agreed to a last minute rendezvous in the deserted classroom. James wandered the room tinkering with various muggle artifacts, growing increasingly impatient as he waited for his reluctant collaborator to arrive. James wasn't completely oblivious as to the varying functions or this...kitchen equipment, however, he was not exactly comfortable with the instruments, either. He comprehended the concept of such devices as corkscrews being utilized to open wine bottles, and potato peelers severing the skin of the vegetable. However, other inventions, such as the toaster and the waffle iron completely eluded his understanding. He found the trivial accessories to be both redundant and unnecessary, and thought it displayed a rather lethargic characteristic among muggles- an obvious lack of creativity.

At long last, Rodolphus sauntered into the Muggle Studies classroom, immediately making his presence known to James with a not-so-clever jest. "Now, Lestrange, haven't we talked about this? You really ought to see someone about those delusions of your. I'm certainly not going to be the wife. Besides, your far more befitting of the female gender, with that feminine swagger of yours and what not." James continued the banter, while heading to the desk that he'd scattered his haphazardly scribbled notes upon. "Listen, not all of us are so willing to ride the coat tails of daddy dearest, so do me a favor and at least pretend to put forth a smidgen of effort for the duration of the actual demonstration. I figure if we make it comedic as well as informative, we can get a few points for creativity. Shouldn't be hard given our...predicament, the humor should come naturally." he explained with a small sigh. James had not earnestly entertained the erroneous idea that the infamous Rodolphous Lestrange would insert even the slightest bit of well intentioned productivity into the project.

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Knife Going In [james] Jan 20, 2013 21:01:47 GMT -8

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Rodolphus had elected to take Muggle Studies for one simple reason: the professor was hot. While all the other professors at Hogwarts were turning their students to stone with their unsightly wrinkles, gray hair, and overstretched pores, Professor Elizabeth White was inspiring many an inappropriate thought. With her dark, curly hair, legs a mile long, and glasses in a practical shade of brown, she had the naughty librarian look down. Rod spent many a class hour, half-asleep, daydreaming about teaching her a lesson on that desk of hers. Then, of course, the period would be over, and he would have to be on his way. Forget the fact that she was clearly mad off her rocker for pairing Rodolphus with that mud-blood lover Potter. Rodolphus decided that when she inevitably threw him a bone, he could forgive her for this little indiscretion of hers. Until then, he was resigned If he played nice, perhaps he could coax that holier-than-thou Gryffindor into doing all the work for him. If you think Rod knew a sodding thing about Muggle technology, well, then you might as well do yourself a favor and rid the world of your stupidity. As it was, there was a greater chance of Professor Riddle waltzing about in public wearing a dress and bonnet than that of Rodolphus Lestrange attending class.

The way Rodolphus saw it, he was rich and attractive, so why on earth would he need to prepare himself for the real world anyway? The whole point of pursuing employment was to make a name for yourself or rake in the Galleons. Well, he already had both those things, he had no desire to achieve such things on his own terms. This unambitious wanker was perfectly content to mooch off of his family's abundant wealth, drinking well into the afternoon, and bedding hundreds of women. That was the sort of life people coveted, anyway, right?

Occasionally he contemplated pursuing a life as a professional Quidditch player. Arrogance aside, Rod knew he was a fair flyer and when Zeke wasn't being a complete dolt, the Slytherin players made quite a team. However, he knew that to achieve such a competitive career, he would actually have to apply himself. Something he was not willing to do. Not even the Lestrange name could help him with that one. It would seem then that Rodolphus would just have to be satisfied by his season tickets.

There was something annoying about seeing James already in the classroom before him. Promptness. It was annoying, and no doubt this Gryffindor wasn't in short supply of more annoyances to come. Naturally, he hadn't expected him to accept the role of 'wifey' without so much as a protest. However, Rod had no doubt he could get this prat to secede. Maybe he could even persuade him to wear an apron? Deciding to play along with Potter's little banter, an amused smile came to Rod's lips. "Well, muffincake, if you absolutely insist," He feigned affection, and reached out to stroke James' jaw, as if he really were his wife. "Now, if we're going to see this whole thing through to the end, we should commit, honeybun. So, if you walk into the Gryffindor common room and see a hundred red, rose petals on the floor, don't worry. It's just my declaration of undying love." He paused, arching a brow. "That how you talk to your little mud-blood girlfriend? Heard you been slumming."

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Knife Going In [james] Jan 25, 2013 12:32:42 GMT -8

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One particularly unfortunate requirement to achieve acceptance into the Auror's Academy was to receive exceptional marks in every class, including Muggle Studies. The knowledge obtained from the lessons could prove to be vital in various aspects of the career. For instance, several wizarding criminals were involved in the mutilation and destruction of muggles and their properties, while others still sought to conceal themselves within the non-magical realm. Much like Rodolphus, James had been breed into a pureblood family that resided in an entirely wizarding community, provoking an obvious lack of muggle interactions. Though the Potter family held no affinity for blood based elitism, neither did they collaborate with muggles on a frequent basis. As such, the Gryffindor student acquired only a minimum comprehension of the non-magical societies and their technological concepts. Indeed, this class was one of the few subjects that James did not possess a natural aptitude for, and instead had to study profusely to maintain an 'Oustanding' average. He could not allow his education thus far to be blemished with a singular unsatisfactory grade, which inevitably meant that the majority of their demonstration would fall into James' territory. The eldest Lestrange brother adhered to an excruciatingly lack-luster reputation for the scholarly arts, after all.

He maintained a stoic expression as Rodolphus mimicked the notion of cultivating the feminine role of wife for the duration of their presentation. An egotistical smirk enveloped his expression as the Slytherin pupil dragged his glacial finger across the tepid skin of James' jaw line. "On second thought, I daresay you'll only succeed in procuring a rather negative mark based on your representation. I suppose I would look rather dashing in a designer apron and a luxuriously extravagant set of your mothers ivory pearls, wouldn't I? I'd be a right site better than your darling fiancé, at the very least." he conceded, if only to establish the advancement of their assignment.

"In regards to you're charming betrothed, I do apologize for our impromptu dueling session in Advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts. I do hope that grotesque fissure upon her throat doesn't scar into a permanent disfigurement, for your sake, of course." James jested lightly, knowing full well that Rodolphus held only the most miniscule regards for his future companion. Bellatrix had also made the colossal error of insulting his current girlfriend, the lovely and prestigious Lillian Marie Evans. However, this time James chose to let the insult cascade over his shoulders and plummet to the masonry beneath his feet. As it was, they had waited until the very last moment to commence their assignment, so they had precious little time to prepare.

James sauntered to the farthest corner of the classroom, acquiring various articles of kitchen equipment from their organized location upon a durable bracket. One apparatus was a device called a 'blender' or a 'processor', used to combine a plethora of ingredients into a puree. "I was contemplating the project during the brief intervals between lessons today, and settled on a proposal. Perhaps we could demonstrate the preparation for a cocktail rendezvous, of sorts? Concoct a few Margaritas, produce a view appetizers, that sort of thing. It's brief, and certainly a unique approach to the assignment. Not to mention, I'll need an alcoholic beverage to compose myself for an exposition with you...or, you know, several." James volunteered his idea, before obtaining an accessory entitled a 'microwave' from the shelf. He wandered to the pantry, within which he could procure several edible components, as well as dining utensils. "Unless, of course, you had a more choice selection in mind?" he inquired, continuing his perusal of the cupboards.

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Knife Going In [james] Feb 12, 2013 18:18:14 GMT -8

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It was no secret that James Potter was vying for a future as an auror within the Ministry of Magic one day. He certainly fit the bill too: adventurous, noble to an annoying fault, brave, blah blah blah. Rodolphus could roll his eyes at all this goody goody nonsense. Honestly, did some blokes just come out of their mother's womb ready to save the world, fight the good fight, rescue damsels-in-distress and all that? He supposed it all went back to that whole nature verses nurture debate, of which he was usually undecided upon. Even still, there was a part of Rodolphus that envied the assurance that the Gryffindor boy possessed. Not that he'd ever say such a thing aloud, of course. Rod had happily accepted his inevitable fate as the lazy, arrogant, Lestrange son. The son that pilfered through his father's Gringott's bank account, the son that failed to do anything of merit with his life. Did he have dreams? Goals? Sure. Everyone did. Rodolphus simply neglected to pursue them. It was all fine though. He would continue his life the way he'd been living it: unlimited, carefree, uncomplicated. And if that lifestyle happened to be a stepping stone on Potter's way to bigger and brighter things, then so be it.

“A string of pearls? Designer apron? Don't tease me, Potter. Only so much temptation a bloke can take, you know.” Rodolphus had to admit, James was taking this whole 'wifey' bit pretty well. Much better than Rod would have, anyway. In any case, the entire situation delighted the Slytherin to no end. “Just don't put on a pair of those sexy high heels of yours because then you'll really send me through the roof.”

In spite of himself, an amused grin spread across Rod's features like a cat stretching its limbs. The duel between Bellatrix and James had spread across Hogwarts as soon as it had happened. Rod's only regret was that he hadn't been there to witness the spectacle himself. He should have been there that day, but in true Rodolphus fashion, he had skipped the class period to instead engage in adult content with a nameless Slytherin girl. While he didn't particularly care for either competitors, it would have been entertaining all the same to see the two get a taste of each other. What made the scandal all the more splendid was hearing are Bells' little injury. Merlin knew the girl needed a good slapping around. Rod wouldn't hesitate to do it himself once they were officially bound my holy matrimony.

Rodolphus nodded slowly at James spoke, surprised at how much careful consideration the boy had given this bloody awful assignment. Rodolphus certainly hadn't thought twice about it. Good thing he had chosen to depend on Ol' Reliable here. Even Rod had to admit that it was a fair good plan as far as plans went. It was probably better than anything his unambitious mind could ever think of. Even still, Rod could think of one or two minor alterations. Clearing his throat, he followed James slowly as he crossed to the other side of the room, rummaging through the various kitchen cabinets. “Well, I'm certainly not one to turn down free liquor. Especially if I'm getting graded on it. However, I suggest that whilst you are sashaying across the kitchen in that fetching apron of yours, I will be sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, and nothing else. As the wife, it only seems fitting that you do all the work.” Without waiting for a reply, Rodolphus immediately seated himself in the nearest chair, kicking his heels atop the dining table. Leaning backward, hands folded behind his head, Rod grinned. “So glad we could come to this arrangement. Now make me my supper, eh wifey?”

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