❝ As w i c k e d as you may think you are, you’re not even in my league.❞
Camille Lestrange née Volant. The mother of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange. Mature themes and trigger warnings. Ships with chemistry. Retweets appreciated.
@noviscorvus “Like it was yesterday”, whispered Camille. Things had been better then. Camille was still unsure if she was suited for motherhood.
“You looked so handsome that day. I fell in love with you all over again.”
@noviscorvus “Then stay in bed with me,” whispered Camille softly, before lifting her gaze to meet her husband’s eyes after he had kissed her forehead.
“I love you too, Rastaban. Very much.”
@noviscorvus A content moan slipped from her lips, as she nuzzled her cheek gently into the crock of his neck.
“Hm, what time is it?” she whispered quietly. “I do not want to get up.”