A/N: Bella has a horrible date with the older Lestrange. RodBella. I like writing RodBella, and writing their personalities in different ways every time.

Submission for:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction ft. Dialogue Prompts - Secondary character - Rodolphus Lestrange. Prompt - "I was wondering what time I should pick you up tomorrow?" / "How about quarter to never?" (The Vampire Diaries)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Transfigurations Assignment #1 - Write about an argument in which a statement, that formerly was normal, turns into a pointy offense of some kind, able to hurt the other one.

Open Category 5 Competition: Bellatrix/Rodolphus


She could taste her own blood as she gnawed on the inside her cheek to refrain from telling off the older Lestrange about his foolish, pompous beliefs.

She had been pressured by her mother to go with him this Saturday afternoon to Diagon Alley. As he was one of her better suitors, her mother believed it would be good for her to get accustomed to him. Bella had wanted to argue the point that if she were to marry any of these men, her affinity had no effect on the matter. However, before she could open her mouth, the fireplace had turned green and with a glare from her mother, Bellatrix became the perfect pureblood daughter, bashfully eager for a day out with an eligible pureblood son.

That had been hours ago and Bellatrix's was close to her tipping point. From Lestrange's overpowering cologne, to the odd way he held his silverware and insisted she hold hers, to the long-winded stories of his family's businesses, Bellatrix just wanted to go home.

"...And once we're married, you'll have to change... that," he said, gesturing in her general direction.

Bellatrix paused, her feet halting as they were making their way to the Floo of the Leaky Cauldron. "My what?" she asked, her eyebrow raising only slightly to match her tone.

"That," the young man repeated, waving a hand from her feet upwards. "This whole ensemble and the way you carry yourself is no way for a Lestrange woman to be." He tugged on one of her wavy black locks. "And we're have to invest in some Sleekeazy potions as well. Lestrange woman are always well-groomed."

Fire appeared in Bellatrix's eyes before she rammed the heel of her boot onto the Lestrange's toe. Forget appearances and making nice. She was a Black, this was how Black women looked, and this was her own signature look. If he couldn't understand that, then he could forget about being one of her suitors.

She stepped into the nearest vacant fireplace and disappeared in the glittering green flames before reappearing in her living room. Narcissa sat in a nearby armchair, barely looking up from her book as she asked, "How did it go?"

Bellatrix was about to explain her horrible day when the flames glowed again and Lestrange stepped out behind her. He looked furious, his finger pointed threateningly at the oldest Black daughter before noticing the youngest sitting a few feet away. He cleared his throat, composing himself before he asked, "I was wondering what time I should pick you up tomorrow?"

Bellatrix frowned before she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back into the fireplace. "How about quarter to never?" she replied before grabbing a handful of powder from the mantle and throwing at his feet, uncaring wherever the man landed.

A few moments passed with only Bellatrix's short breaths breaking the silence. Then Narcissa asked, "That bad?"

Bellatrix turned towards her sister and sighed. "You don't know the half of it."