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Daily Prophet April 19th, 1973

Birth Announcement

The Minister for Magic, Harold Minchum extends a hearty congratulations to Rickard and Maeve Lestrange on the birth of their first daughter, Rochelle Iris Nadine Lestrange born April, 15th. Rochelle joins elder brothers Rodolphus and Rabastan. Readers will recall that Rickard, a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and Magizoologist is the founder of The Estate, the largest magical creature sanctuary in Europe. Rickard is also the brother of Leta Lestrange, noted socialite and wife of famous Auror Theseus Scamander.

Daily Prophet December 27th 1980

Obituaries

Noted Magizoologist, Rickard Lestrange dead at 54- Rickard Osman Hayden Lestrange, passed away among family and dear friends on December 25, 1980. Lestrange, a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is most famous for his sanctuary, The Estate which recently was in the Prophet's pages for its nouveau way of dealing with some of magic's most baneful creatures. Lestrange was also known for fastidiously following the ways of Magizoologist Newton 'Newt' Scamander. Indeed, Lestrange's beloved and beautiful wife Maeve reported that Lestrange had just come back the previous month from a visit abroad with the famed Scamander.

Lestrange is survived by his wife, Maeve and their three children Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Rochelle. Funeral arrangements are being kept private but those who wish to leave a remembrance are encouraged to donate to The Estate, the largest magical creature sanctuary in Europe which Lestrange owned.

The newspaper closed with a snap as the man holding it huffed and tossed it aside. Rising from a glossy tall leather chair he took out his wand, a tiny sliver of dark wood and motioned to the discarded paper making it fly toward the large fireplace that dominated the room. The fire crackled and sputtered as the paper slowly turned to ash. The man shook his head and turned toward the large window behind him.

Theseus Scamander prided himself on his restraint but his temper wasn't infinite. Rickard Lestrange was a fine man of both good values and a good family, he and 'Rick' as he was known to friends and family were well acquainted with each other through Theseus' brother Newt and the fact Theseus was married to Rickard's sister, Leta.

"Good enough to mention us in the girl's birth announcement seven years ago but now it's all about how the man died. Well, I'll TELL you how he died he had a horrible stroke and was in bed for days. It had nothing at all to do with my brother-"

"Theseus, you know they just want to get a rise out of the people. Rick was a beloved member of the magical community but now it's all about the name of Lestrange and what those dreadful boys are doing." Leta Lestrange entered the room with two drinks in crystal tumblers. Giving one to her husband she kept the other. The couple was at one time the shock of the wizarding world, with Leta's deep caramel skin and lithe small frame compared to Theseus' height and pale features. Most of their friends were at one time sure that it would be Newt not Theseus who would marry Leta. But the scandal died over and once the couple's children Annora and Earnest were born people quickly got over the shock and would remark quite a bit on the beautiful skin color of the children.

"Let's toast to Rick's memory before it's further tarnished by those vicious vipers called the press." Theseus took a breath and leveled his teary eyes to his wife. "To Rickard Lestrange a man who could dance with the finest purebloods and the next instant be just as comfortable among the creatures he adored. A fine man who will be well missed."

Raising glasses of amber liquid the pair drank fast and deep, each lost in memory of their friend.

"Oh Thes, I almost forgot the latest gossip." Leta took both glasses and put them down on a nearby carved table. "Apparently there was a to-do at their manor. I heard Severus Snape had to be called from Hogwarts to the Lestrange's."

"Leta, please can't we just let rumors pass? I know that Malkin woman loves a good lip wag and Annora is one of her friends but I would like to think that at a time like this, we-" Theseus pointed between him and his wife. "Those who knew Rick and the family best, would be above such things."

"Yes, well that's all fine and good to say but I thought it interesting that a Potions Master be called to the house of a Magizoologist," Leta shrugged. "You know that Snape is friends with the boys-"

"Leta! I told you we do not mention those people in this house." Crumbling into his chair Theseus rubbed his head.

"Theseus they're my family like it or not. Though their methods be-"

"LETA!"

"Fine! Can I at least voice my concern for my sister-in-law and niece?"

Leta's dark gaze met Theseus' lighter one as the room began to darken from the loss of sunlight. The large window at Theseus' back showing the turning of day to evening. With the crackling of the fire it made the somewhat large room cozy but the pair remained separated, a seeming barrier had been raised and Theseus' already frayed nerves were on the edge of snapping again. Though this time it was not a simple newspaper that would go into the fire.

"Yes, I told you I have no issue with Maeve and Rochelle. Perhaps they might even like to visit," Theseus finally managed to utter. He slipped back into the leather chair and began rubbing his head absently.

Realizing the conversation was over and indeed, she got what she wanted. Leta turned around leaving the room Leta picked up the tumblers. "What a good idea, darling" What Theseus didn't see was the smile that curved her lips as she passed the doorway and tried not to rush off to send an owl. A visit with loving family was just what Maeve and Rochelle needed after Rickard's loss.