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marlene.

‘‘Speak for yourself..’‘ Marlene said pushing her hair out from her face ‘‘I was up all night, perks of the job..’‘

  “ Funny how that was meant to insult me. You’ve gotten rusty, McKinnon, “ Rabastan responded. His shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, “ If your job is that exhausting then just figure something else out rather than bloody complain about it. “

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alecto.

“I do so make anything look good! I love proving people wrong, but you were definitely right before.” It wasn’t hard to let her pout and indignant tone match the feigned disappointment she heard in Rabastan’s – well, it seemed feigned, anyway. In truth, with the night she’d had it was hard to be completely sure. Still, Alecto shrugged, the movement loose and expansive.  “Any theories? Before I answer, of course.” 

  “ Eh.. can’t say I believe you. I’m not often right about things, “ He responded with a simple shrug of his shoulders. A light smirk appeared on his features at her next remark as he took a brief moment to study her appearance again as if he were trying to figure out the mystery. His shoulders then shrugged, “ I have my theories, of course. I’m just not sure that they really fit. “ Rabastan looked at her with a bit of a mischievous twinkle to his eye. “ Wouldn’t want to go around accusing you of the same sort of things I get up to when I end up looking like hell, “  He had to refrain from chuckling with a purse of his lips, “ That wouldn’t be very GENTLEMAN-LIKE, now would it? “ 

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alecto.

“What if this was the style now?” Alecto cocked her head and kept her hands from rubbing her face. “Maybe I’ve meant for all my makeup to have migrated under my eyes..” 

     His head tilted to the side as he studied her for a brief moment. “ Just when I started to think that you could make anything look good, you’ve proven me wrong, “ Rabastan gave a mock sigh of disappointment and shook his head. He then crossed his arms over his chest in a bit of a more casual stance, “ You have me curious now though. What kind of night ends with you looking like that? “

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   “ Have a bit of a night, eh? “ Rabastan questioned with a raised brow. “ No offense, but you look like shit. “

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[magicismighthq]

✗ 25 years old ✗ Pureblood ✗ Member of The Death Eaters ✗ Code 1

BIOGRAPHY

tw: torture, abuse

    Rabastan Lestrange was born to Demetrius and Isadora Lestrange on one bright April morning.  He was known as the spare, the extra son to their perfect heir. It was something that Rabastan never really forgot as it seemed that his brother was the perfect soldier while he seemed to lack in that area. Being who he was, it was assured that the ideals of blood purity were preached to him from a young age. That didn’t mean, however, that he ever fully supported it or understood it. These were thoughts that he kept to himself, however, for fear. He had already once witnessed the force of his father’s temper–something that was warranted him when he actually cried when a Muggleborn witch was being tortured in their home. His father didn’t hide just how disgusted that he was with the compassion that his son shone. It was something that he was quick to beat out of him as he never wanted anyone to claim that one of his boys were weak.

    The fact that Rabastan was the spare wasn’t always so horrible, however. He eventually found that Rodolphus was under a much stricter noose than he. Rod, after all, was the one that would go on to carry the family legacy. That was something that was cause for Demetrius’s watchful eye to be on him at all times. Although, it wasn’t as if Rodolphus really strayed from doing what was expected of him as far as Rabastan was concerned. The strict eye that was held on his brother allowed Rabastan to have some freedoms which caused for a bit of a “rebellious streak” whilst he was at Hogwarts. The Slytherin was known to be quite the partier and lothario within the castle. Anything that Rabastan could grab to make him forget his home life or feel something for a moment became his vice. He never pushed his limits too far, however, always being careful to walk the line when it came to things his parents would actually care about—like fraternizing with anyone of un pure blood. While he was never openly cruel to Muggleborns unless necessary, he wasn’t exactly going around making friends with the lot of them. Always, the boy was sure to keep his perceived reputation of being cold in tact.

    Once graduation took place, Rabastan enrolled in the rankings of the Death Eaters like his brother before him. This was, more or less, to ensure his own survival. He knew that even being “neutral” in the war effort would get him killed by his own family. Thus, he eagerly signed up for a cause that he wasn’t even sure he believed in–ignoring any pulls at his conscious in the name of self-preservation. He was just as surprised as anyone at the fact that the war effort turned in Lord Voldemort’s favor. Truth be told, he had almost started to vet that the  Order would be the ones that would come out victorious. Secretly, more than once, he had contemplated sneaking off to somewhere else when he believed it to be true that the Order would win. At that point, he had figured that that would be the only way to guarantee his survival. But, just as things started to look bleak, they were able to come up with a plan that switched the game around. He took part in the plan of assassination on the Minister and the take-over of the Ministry. If he is perfectly honest with himself,  the many dark images from that day still haunt him from time to time.

     Now, Rabastan lives in a world where he is at the top of the heap though he often wonders if it is worth it. The world that they live in now is just as dark as it was before. The fact that they’d won the war didn’t seem to make things any more worthwhile. In fact, he felt like it just made the weight of responsibility that much heavier for him especially given that his responsibilities as an Auror now require him to babysit different Order members. Outwardly, however, Rabastan is able to put on his deceiving grin that makes it seem that he is happy with the outcome. As always, he is able to put on the facade of being another “obedient Lestrange son” that truly believes in the extermination of Muggles. There is a part of him that definitely feels some guilt over all the horrors that he has committed–though he would never openly admit it to himself or anyone else. He did what he had to do to survive and that is what he will always do.

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