Wanderer

"That is what makes the thought so worrying." Robert said, drinking some more of his wine and setting it down on the table once more. "What would a Lestrange, one married to Thomas Lestrange who is a complete and utter bastard in my opinion, doing in Muggle London? No one would expect you to have honest intentions Isidora."

Robert couldn't quite believe what he was saying. He had spewed a lot of nonsense before but he couldn't help but get himself in trouble with Death Eaters. It was like a game to him. How many Death Eaters would beat ten barrels of crap out of him in a week. His highest was ten and that was when he was at Hogwarts and specifically targeted by them. He was a bit of a git to them if he was honest though.

"Your life doesn't have to be mundane." Robert said quietly. "I take it this is some sort of rebellion, though. You have the world at your fingertips Isidora and believe it or not even though Muggles aren't the brightest bulbs in the Christmas tree lights they do have some pretty cool stuff. I mean, have you ever been to a carnival?"

Isidora narrowed her eyes as Robert spoke. "How dare you?" she hissed. "Thomas is nothing of the sort!"She had instantly jumped to her husband's defense, like a proper wife ought to. And, as for my intentions, they're mine and what others think of them, I don't care!"

So, they were back to insults, were they? Granted, he hadn't insulted her directly; but insulting the man she had been married to since she was eighteen was enough. 'Not that he isn't right,' a part of her thought. Though, she hadn't exactly lied either. Her husband wasn't a complete bastard; the man had his moments of sweetness toward her. But still, she did try her hardest to appease him because his anger was not something to be incurred.

Her angry expression melted into one of confusion at his next statement. 'What did he mean by my life doesn't have to be that way? What is he playing at?' she wondered as he went on. She nearly laughed; she did not have as much control as he seemed to think; for only those with control had the world at their fingertips. She then scoffed when he spoke of the muggles. "A what?" she asked, pondering at the strange muggle word. "No matter," she said quickly. "I would not go to any muggle...function!" Her nose was up, once again, as the thought of her lowering herself to consorting with muggles crossed her mind.

Robert raised his hands in mock defence but kept a small smile on his face. The wrath of this woman was more attractive than when she was completely indifferent. Robert really didn't imagine seeing the day where he was attracted to a Death Eater's wife who had an explosive temper. Scary but sexy.

"Okay, that was harsh but it was a little bit true." Robert shrugged.

He was going to settle at that even if she killed him. The bloke scared the be-Jesus out of Robert and didn't particularly want to meet him if he could help it. He could probably deal with any other Death Eater with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye but there was something about the Lestrange's that made him think twice. Evidently he didn't think before he spoke around Isidora but perhaps he just liked seeing her all hot and bothered about matters that didn't really, well, matter.

Robert took another sip of his wine and relaxed again. He could go from completely innocent to indifferent in the matter of seconds and he suspected it was the wine's fault. He would have some serious discussions with the bottle later if he made it out alive because it seriously seemed that Isidora would just love to throw a chair at his smirking face. Or at least it felt that way. As interesting as it would be he didn't want to be barred.

"Aw c'mon. Muggles aren't that bad they're just a little bit naive is all. But if you don't want to go there then how about going to see a film or something. Maybe a piece of theatre instead, seeing a movie for the first time is a bit weird I must admit."

Isidora frowned deeply at him as she struggled to get control of herself. She was usually not so quick let her anger show. Years of being Thomas Lestrange's wife had made her stay more docile, at least on the surface. Though, she was known for her outbursts, but that was only when she had bottled up so many emotions that she just exploded.

She glared at him as he sort of retracted his statement; though he was correct in his observation of her husband, she would not admit such a thing to him. It was a wife's duty to deny slander against her husband when he was not there to do so himself. 'Why if Thomas was here he'd-' Isidora stopped her train of thought. If Thomas ever did show up there, well, it would not end well at all. She very nearly shuddered at the thought but she reminded herself that Thomas would never in a million years show up at the muggle bar.

Isidora tapped her nails against the glass that was clasped between her hands. She was very much considering cursing the man right then and there just to wipe that irritatingly handsome smirk off his face. But there, that was another reason why she was so irritated. She thought he was handsome. It wasn't that fact that she found another man attractive, that happened all too often and she didn't care about that. It was that she knew herself well enough that, given even the slightest hint that more than just talking could happen, she would move in on a man she fancied, especially with a few drinks in her. And the possibility of that happening with Robert, a man who had earned the ire of so many Death Eaters, worried her.

She visibly relaxed and took a drink of the liquor after she had gathered her self control. She then snorted at his muggle comment. "They are more than just naive, Dent," she spat. "They are hateful, vial excuses of hu-wait." She paused in her rant and stared at him. He had just asked her to accompany him elsewhere; that was enough to quiet her. "Why are asking me to accompany you? You are no fan of my family. What do you want?" She narrowed her eyes, growing suspicious.

Robert chuckled and wondered idly what she'd prefer. If he was honest he all but freaked out when he first saw a Muggle movie. His sister had to sit there and explain it to him with thoroughly pissed her off because she was more interested in her boyfriend. Rob was only twelve and was used to being a wizard. Muggles being anyway half-way decent hadn't occurred to him before then. A piece of theatre would probably be safer.

"I never said that." Rob said indignantly. "I merely pointed out my distaste for Thomas. However, everyone else are simply charming unless they point a wand at me which has probably something to do with what I said anyway but no matter. It's foot in mouth syndrome I assure you." Robert chuckled. He took his wine again and scowled a little at the lack of the sweet drink but brushed it off and put the glass back down.

"Is it so hard to believe that perhaps someone - despite having no sense of self-preservation on my part - might want to show you that there is more than life than the mundane repetitive-ity you seem to live in. Besides, there's nothing wrong with this lowly half-blood. He's a bit on the odd side, great in bed and sexy to boot with the added boost of 'self-confidence'. How could you possibly refuse, Isidora?"

He was actually talking complete rubbish. For once in his life Robert actually thought he must of dropped his brain or perhaps it was the fact that he was born on a boat that really made things a little… weird. Boats+children= brains falling out of heads.

Isidora sat back, sipping her drink as she eyed him. "You didn't need to say it. The Lestrange's aren't exactly the friendliest people on earth, nor are the Malfoy's come to think of it." She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs as he spoke. So, he just wanted to show her a good time by taking her to a muggle theater? Something about that, the muggle theater, intrigued her, made her curious. And that scared her. All her life she had been raised to hate all things muggle, especially after one ran her muggle-loving sister over with one of their automobiles. Now, she was being asked to sit and watch a play by and with them.

As Robert went on about himself, she could not help but perk a brow at his boast about his skill behind closed doors. As if this man hadn't already been interesting, albeit irritating, and attractive enough, his 'confidence' made her curious. What she was about to was actually quite reckless for her. Though she was by no means a loyal wife, she had always had a great deal of control over the situation when she was with men. She did realize that, if she went with Robert, she would be in completely new territory. She wondered if she would be able to keep control of her emotions. Not likely, seeing as how just speaking with Robert made her lose her temper.

"Indeed, what woman could refuse such a boast as that," she very nearly purred, wanting him to get that it would not get forgotten. "I can't help but wander if you are all you claim to be." She finished off the bit of scotch that was still in the glass and set it down. "Since I have no idea what you mean by seeing a 'film', I think the theater would be best." There she had accepted; no going back now, her addled mind and emotions were pulling her down an unknown path.

Robert chuckled once more and drank the remainder of his wine. He was itching to get some more but he wasn’t planning on getting drunk today. Tomorrow would be fine but today - no way. Perhaps he’d spent too much time around his family but he was definitely hitting the bottle a lot more than he used to and nightclubs were getting ever so appealing.

“I am all I claim to be and more, love.” Rob smirked. He slid out of his seat and picked the glasses up. “I think a trip to the theatre is in order my dear.” Rob winked at her and wandered over to the bar.

The barmaid was looking thoroughly snogged by then and Rob couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.
“Great guys back ‘ere.” she mumbled, taking the glasses. “Seven-fifty mate.”
“Oh for goodness sake will you please just go back around there and pass out?” Robert snapped, for once in his life getting irritated by magical-aware Muggles. “Do you have any theatre tickets?”
“I have a painting ..” she mumbled incoherently before passing out.

Robert winced at the bang and the guys yelled something to the effect of ‘Bring on the beer’ and jumped over the bar. Robert walked back over to the table and slipped his jacket on, glancing back at the bar with a raised eyebrow.
“I believe Mrs. Lestrange that I can get us tickets but at what price who knows. Ready?”

Isidora let a grin cross her face as he told her exactly what she had been expecting to hear from him. She then let out a quiet laugh when he winked at her before taking the glasses back. She stood up and put her coat back on, buttoning up the front. She didn't know how this little...outing would end, but one thing was certain, it would definitely be interesting.

In the back of her mind, Isidora wondered if this little camaraderie, if you would call it that, would become more than that. It had potential, assuming he didn't drive her to curse him, especially there seemed, to her at least, to be the beginnings of a small flirtation between them.

She was still musing over that when he came back. She looked at him and nodded, "I am," she said before she followed him out.

Robert smiled and lead Isidora out of the pub. It was high time they got a move on if there was any chance of him getting those tickets. He knew he could, a wink and a smile and the woman at the counter would be sold. If it was a guy.. well then he just hoped he could wing it.

Rob stopped outside the theatre and held the door open for Isidora. He smiled and stepped inside after her, basking in the warmth of the place. He smiled and walked over to the ticket booth. Rob took his wallet out of his pocket and took out two twenties.

"Two tickets, your best show... now maybe?" he asked, closing his wallet.

The attendant nodded and gave him some change as well as the tickets. He didn't bother to read the name of the play or show they were going to see - it was going to be good. Robert smirked and pointed to one of the doors.

"Sold." he laughed. "It's that door."

(There was some extreme godmodding but its been a while and the thread needed to move .. sorry!)

Isidora was silent as Robert got the tickets. She was looking around the place with an air that said she was better than everyone and everything around her. Yet, there was a defensive undercurrent in her posture, her arms crossed over her chest, as if she were trying to protect herself from something.

She turned to Robert as he spoke and then turned toward the door that he pointed at. "Well then, lets go." She moved off toward the doors and nodded curtly had the man who had held it open for both her and Robert.

((It's fine. Meh, srry for my crappy post. I'm distracted atm.))