RickyTigerBoy
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The babe wailed, a pink and disgruntled, fresh from his mother's cradling womb and held in shaky hands now. Little Belletrix peeks inside, her hands gripping the doorframe. She should have been in bed hours ago, but there she sits after being woken up by the agonized cries of her mother. When he stumbles next to the bed, he finds Druella's eyes quivering in worry, the babe no longer held in her arms but craddled in the hold of Great Britain's most terrifying Dark Lord. The lord's face is flat, but there's a barely there softness in his maroon eyes, a hunch to his spine as he tilts his head downward to look at the baby's face. The air in the room vibrates as the lord parts his lips in a whispered breath, "Hadrian. That will be his name."
Wicked Wallburga, or not so affectionately named Wailly, smirks, "A very noble name, my Lord, quite a grand name indeed."