Rabastan Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange / 6th year / Slytherin Some advantageous act may be achieved By sudden onset, either with Hell fire To waste his whole Creation, or possess All as our own, and drive as we were driven

[doyouthruster]

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[snaps-the-snitch-deactivated201]

The Mudblood knows things about House Elves too, Lestrange. But thank you for this piece of extremely helpful information, I’ll make sure to use it wisely.

[lestrange-rabastan]

You do that.

[snaps-the-snitch-deactivated201]

How many times will the Elves iron my clothes until they understand I will crumple them in my trunk anyway?

[lestrange-rabastan]

An eternity of times, until they are ordered otherwise. I wouldn't expect you to understand such things, Evans.

[lestrange-rabastan]

[lestrange-rabastan]

Entertain me.

[meek-little-callidora-deactivat]

well how would you like to be entertained? i could use some entertaining. maybe we can entertain each other?

[lestrange-rabastan]

I would like to leave that to your imagination, Miss Flint. However, your preference really ought to surpass mine. So - how can I be of use?

[lestrange-rabastan]

Not long, now.

[thewarriorblack-deactivated2012]

If you insist, I suppose I can leave the task to you. Tell me, Rab, how have you been amusing yourself of late?

[lestrange-rabastan]

Do feel free to persuade me otherwise. [Faint smirk] I find I like a little conflict, every now and again.

A rather personal question, Bellatrix. I'm not sure I care to answer it. Though, I will raise.. spellwork as an overarching occupation. I'm sure you can ascertain my general meaning.

[lestrange-rabastan]

Entertain me.

[lestrange-rabastan]

Not long, now.

[thewarriorblack-deactivated2012]

Don’t be absurd. The day you did that, I would remove them for you.

[lestrange-rabastan]

I will have to object to that, Bellatrix. It would be far more fitting for me to pluck out my own pupils; I should imagine it would hurt more.

[lestrange-rabastan]

Not long, now.

[thewarriorblack-deactivated2012]

Why, Rab. Not a hint of nostalgia for the fine, honorable establishment which has nurtured us for so many years?

[lestrange-rabastan]

The day I identify honour within these walls, I shall remove my eyes with a blunt quill.

[lestrange-rabastan]

Not long, now.

We'll soon be free of this fetid place.

[moonyscardigans]

[lestrange-rabastan]

Rabastan & Clio

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Clio followed, lips pressed together in a tight line, eyes empty, cold.  As he opened the door to his dorm, Clio slipped in past Rabastan, processing carefully what he’d said.  She was pleased; at least she’d have one last summer as a free woman, or as free as she could possibly be, before she had to marry him.  One last summer to do whatever she wanted to do without having to follow the instructions of her father.

“Wonderful,” Clio uttered, walking down the dorm towards the bed she recognised as Rabastan’s.  She took a seat and soon lowered herself onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.  ”I cannot say I’ve spoken to my parents much.  I should really but it’s only a week before I’ll see them face to face.”

[lestrange-rabastan]

"I see no reason to initiate contact with mine. I have received their demands; there is nothing left to be said."

The words, blunt and frank, coolly sliced the air. But there was no bitterness in their depths; no simmering distaste; no reeling dread. He had long grown accustomed to this arrangement. It was the way of things. With gentle steps, Rabastan joined Clio on his side of the room, a flick of his wand summoning a small bottle of firewhiskey from his desk. Lazily, he raised his hand, catching it as it slowly drifted into his grasp. He tilted it towards her reclined form; a wordless, yet attentive, offer.

"Wonderful. I quite agree. Though, you don't sound very convincing, Clio."

Only the slightest, teasing curl edged his lips, before it drifted away. Moving to his desk, he tugged across a couple of goblets, the scrape of glass against wood rather grating in the quiet room.

[lestrange-rabastan]

[lestrange-rabastan]

Rabastan & Clio

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Clio parted the crowd in the Slytherin common room with merely a glance.  She enjoyed the power she had over the younger students.  They both loved and were intimidated by her.  They had every reason to be intimidated, too.  Her blue eyes settled upon Rabastan Lestrange, the classmate she was due to marry.  She knew it couldn’t be any worse.  She didn’t mind Rabastan.  He was a nice enough guy.  Marrying into the Lestrange family was a good move.  It would also make a sister-in-law in Bellatrix Black, a move that intrigued Clio to no end.

Her first reaction to his question as he stood up was to narrow her eyes.  She gave a fleeting smile and followed it up with a nod.  ”Sure,” she answered, her head slipping to the side.  ”Lead the way.”

[lestrange-rabastan]

With a small gesture, he motioned towards the dorms, and soon enough, the pair were stepping along the stone corridor that led away from the common room, their footsteps rebounding from the dry walls.

"My father has sent correspondence," he told her, glancing briefly to his side. There was a glint in his eyes, which brightly shone in the dim light. "He mentions nothing of us. So perhaps they will leave us be, for the summer."

Placing a hand to his dorm's door, Rabastan pushed upon the wood and held it open. 

[lestrange-rabastan]

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[lestrange-rabastan]

Rabastan & Clio

The closing term brought a certain calm to the dungeons. Exams had passed with relative swiftness and almost total disregard, and now, all that remained was the promise of the summer, with its warm weather and freedom from the school's limiting walls. In this atmosphere, Rabastan thrived. In the common room, he sat, satisfied by the quiet and the lack of bustling activity. He could not fail to notice the dark-haired girl as she softly stepped across the stone floor, her piercing stare scattering a few younger students with very little effort. The brightest blue and the darkest black, was Clio Avery. She drew Rabastan's gaze with ease.

"Clio," he murmured, his voice sharp despite its lowered tone. Slowly, he stood, his eyes lingering on hers, before he spoke again. "If you are not otherwise preoccupied, would you care to talk?"

[lestrange-rabastan]

Slytherins.

[japesmotter-blog]

Wotcher, Lestrange?  Where are your groupies?  -quirks an eyebrow, ripping off a chunk of bread and nibbling on it- 

[lestrange-rabastan]

"Groupies", Potter? Assuming that means acquaintances, I honestly do not know.