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Rabastan familiar figure was most certainly a pleasant sight for sore eyes and immediately conjured a smile onto her dark red painted lips. “Well, I agree. I suppose it’s for a good cause, but really, is this the best they could have come up with?”, Alecto responded, cocking up one eyebrow questioningly. As if he possibly had an answer to that question. There could be many things said about him, and many of them were not necessarily nice, but a lack of taste was certainly not one of them. “But then again, this whole event is rather tasteless, if you ask me.” Her eyes wandered across the room with a mixture of condescendence and dislike in her gaze. “So I suppose the choice of prizes is living up the standard of the whole event.” That certainly didn’t mean that she was enjoying herself any more. In fact, Rabastan’s appearance had definitely improved her night, not that she wasn’t going to admit that any time soon (or ever, frankly said).
At his next words, the redhead let out a slightly amused chuckle, before feigning wounded feelings. “Darling, I honestly don’t know whether I’m supposed to be hurt or amused. Do you really mistake me for somebody with such poor taste?”, she countered playfully with a mischevious spark in her emerald eyes, “because so far, I believe I’ve never heard you complain about my taste which is excellent, by the way.” Not this was new to him.
❝ standard of the event ? ❞ he suppressed a laugh as he raised the glass to his lips and mused over the gala’s true visage. the zambini’s desired something delectable out of the extravagant event ; something transactional. rabastan lestrange could ascertain a scheme like it was a note of flavour in a fine brandy ; he swallowed the information bestowed to him with closed lips, ( may it be the saccharine draught of charity ) though he would let it remain on his affluent tongue. the night, burnished with stars, was laden secrets, however one stood out beyond the rest. his voice nearly grumbled as he maintained a volume that didn’t warrant any attention beyond alecto’s. ❝ if this event bore any standards they would spare us from sharing the same air as some of these... people. ❞
a pale finger swiped underneath his white collar to mindfully realign his necktie and sapiently skimmed the mob that swarmed around floor. ❝ i can’t argue with that. you do have excellent taste... ❞ the eyes that passed singed into his skin ; there were too many onlookers to report to the nearest gossip column. rabastan extended the crook of his arm to her, head tilting towards the embellished doors. ❝ don’t you find it’s awfully warm in here ? i think the garden is much better for a private conversation. ❞
















