Rabastan Lestrange. XX. He/him/his. Hufflepuff alumnus. Runologist. Pureblood. Deatheather Youngest son. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
A long time ago, they used to be friends. Despite the fact that she was a Slytherin and he was a Hufflepuff, the two had gotten along well until fifth year when all of Hogwarts learned she had been lying the entire time; that she was the very thing all her friends despised, including Rabastan. She doubted even a time clash could help them go back. “Fancy seeing you here. I didn’t know that lapdogs traveled through time as well.”
Rabastan bristled, his teeth grit against each other. She didn’t get to talk to him like that, like he was beneath her. She was the liar, the filthy mudblood pretender after a station higher than she ever deserved. He was a Lestrange. How dare she?
“You were always overly confident, weren’t you?” Rabastan said, top lip curled in disgust. “I imagine it’ll end just about as well for you in this time as it did in our own."
“Overreacting? How can I be overreacting? I died.” Evan fell back into the cushions of the second home he was now forced into because his son was afraid he would ‘murder his wife and children’ and therefore couldn’t hang out there. As if he would ever kill his grandchildren. “Bloody hell, we need to fix this Rab. My reputation is in shambles. My son is married to a mudblood. My daughter is friends with that mudblood. Did the Rosiers go mad without me?”
Rabastan exhaled sharply through his nose. Evan had always been such a hot-head. The time jump had clearly only exasperated things. “You’re not dead now, are you?” Rab snapped. He was trying to stay calm, he was. Evan was making it difficult. “You’re not the only one whose life didn’t turn out they way they thought it would, Rosier.”
As hard as he’d tried to avoid learning of his fate, Rabastan still discovered the sort of mess he’d followed his brother into. The death of the Lestrange family’s respectability lay on both of them. Rab shuddered to think of all those years that future version of himself was forced to live in Azkaban for his failure.
“We can’t change what’s happened, Evan.... But surely we can do better here and now.”
Hannah hadn’t meant to go on and on about the subject of time travel to a complete stranger but it was the topic that was most on her mind after what had happened. When he’d been rude though, she was taken aback. Sure, it could be seen as rude that she’d gone on and on with no regard to his time but that hadn’t been her intention. He’d just been flat out rude.
“I didn’t mean to bother you. I just feel like we’re in a unique position and a unique time. Thought it might be something to talk about.” Shrugging her shoulders, she put her hands up in a surrender, in the hopes that maybe he’d go easy on her. “I think stranger things have happened than strangers talking to each other, is all.”
"I think, my dear, you need to realize there is a vast chasm between ‘not strange’ and ‘socially acceptable.’” Rabastan said, in that signature Lestrange patronizing tone. He’d done quite a bit of practicing as a child to get it perfect. Rabastan always felt he had to prove he was Lestrange enough. Even now, so far removed by both time and space from his parents. “Generally, when one is reading, they don’t expect a perfect stranger to go on a tirade about matters beyond either’s control. It happened. We’re here. Dwelling won’t change a thing.”
Rabastan had been dealing with the reality of being flung decades into the future the way he dealt with most difficult issues: by ignoring it and burying his head in a book. It’d been working. More or less. Mostly less. Rab staunchly refused to get all the details but apparently, in the future, being a Lestrange no longer held the air of privilege and respectability it did in his time. Deep down, Rab knew he should find out what happened, so he could prevent it, but he didn’t want to know. He couldn’t stomach it. What if it’d been his fault? Instead, Rab had taken to ignoring anyone who wasn’t from his own time.
“That’s all very interesting,” he said, intonation flat. “But, you see, I don’t care.”
KIM YUGYEOM? No, that’s actually RABASTAN LESTRANGE from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of ORPHEUS LESTRANGE and MAEVE LESTRANGE? Only 20 years old, this HUFFLEPUFF alumni works as a RUNOLOGIST and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as MALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be INSECURE, PETTY, and HATEFUL but also LOYAL, DETERMINED, and CLEVER. — &&. ( ANNA, PST, SHE/HER/HERS, 26. )
oFfiCiAL hEaDcAnOnS:
Rabastan is adopted. His mother struggled with infertility throughout the years, due to the extensive inbreeding in the Lestrange Family tree. Although his parents did manage to have a son, an heir, Mrs. Lestrange craved another child. In 1964, when the Lestranges had exhausted all other options, they quietly adopted Rabastan from Korea. It wasn’t so much of an adoption as it was a sale. His birth family was a storied Korean pureblood family had fallen onto hard times. In exchange for a hefty sum, they sold their youngest son to the Lestranges. Rabastan was old enough to know who he was, know his birth name (Yoo Sungmin) and miss his mother. He learned very quickly, under threat of his new father, to not speak of these things.
Rabastan was devastated to be sorted into Hufflepuff. He cried, tears stinging his eyes, nose red as he sulked all through that first welcoming feast. He pushed away any kind housemate who tried to cheer him up. He felt as though he had disappointed his parents, let down the family name they’d so graciously given him. This mood continued for several weeks until Rabastan decided that if he was going to be stuck in Hufflepuff, he’d be the best damn Hufflepuff at the school. Rabastan put countless hours into study and practice. He quickly rose to the top of his class and stayed there all through his seven years at Hogwarts. In truth, his loyalty to his family and hardworking tendencies made him a perfect Hufflepuff, though he’d not admit it.
Rabastan was born on April 23rd, 1960 in Guri, South Korea. His first language was Korean though he has lost his fluency after more than a decade of disuse. He is fluent in both English and French and has working knowledge of old English, ancient Greek, Latin and several other ancient languages. His wand is Cedar wood with a phoenix feather core, 9 1/2″, and rigid. Rabastan is unable to produce a patronus of any kind.
freeform shit:
rab is completely superfluous second child who is visibly not blood related to any of his family and is hella self conscious about it
has major imposter syndrome bc of it tbh
he works rlly hard but never feels like it’s good enough
also highkey resents ppl who don’t work hard and get to the top anyway like he’s struggling it’s not fAIR
petty little b
super nerd, spent most of his time at hogwarts studying
especially languages??? and like how language and magic are so intertwined??????
also like words won’t judge him for not being good enough
polygot king but refuses to learn non-human languages like mermish or gobledegook
like excuse u he’s not conversing with beasts
would do anything for his family and their legacy even tho he’s never felt accepted by them
has devoted his life to their belief system, won’t stray, wants to make them proud
water rat and a taurus it’s not important but i spent a lot of time figuring it out
idk what else to put if you have any other questions hit me uppppp
I’ll have pages up at some point. maybe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
