ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎
summer social season
If anyone asked, The Noble House of Lestrange was not strange.
Sure, the three children were all as solitary as oysters, but so were the parents. The family as a whole was like a vintage vase: on the outside simply breath-taking to stare at, but look too close and you'll start to see the cracks.
The biggest crack of them all was the death of Madam Lestrange, soon after followed by the death of her husband. It hadn't been easy for the two sons and a daughter they'd left behind, but the pure-blood community were tight-knit enough that the young ones turned out normal — somewhat.
Rodolphus was the oldest of the three. He had a good head set on his shoulders, piercing green eyes that could always catch someone in a lie, and enough charm to tame even the wildest of beasts (also known as his wife, Bellatrix). After all, he had no other choice but to be the perfect, pure-blood heir everyone expected of him. To bear the Lestrange name was an honour; an honour that Rodolphus was more than happy to oblige with.
Rabastan was the middle child, which spoke for itself. He had a wild side to him, which consisted of partying, sleeping around, and more often than not perishing past-times that ended in Ministry officials having to be paid off to keep silent. Aside from a bad habit of torturing bunnies and birds with the Unforgivable Curses, he was a good brother who'd walk the length of the world for his loved ones.
Lyra was the youngest. Sometimes, they called her Selene, which translated to ❛the moon❜ in whatever arcane language her mother had a fixation with at the time of her birth. She was the daughter any father would dote on, and her brothers ensured it stay that way, even with the passing of the patriarch; only the finest silks and shiniest jewels were good enough for her, and this treatment would continue until she was married off to the highest-bidder with the purest blood.
