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bvmblebcnes‌:

BEATRICE

                    ❝ then how are you saying it? ❞ she quizzed the absolute image of innocence, glad to get a laugh out of him, there’d been far too many dour faces in hogwarts this year.

                    ❝ filch is easier to avoid than prefects, we just see mrs norris coming and run the other way ❞ she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world ❝ oh rab, what did you do? ❞

RABASTAN

“snarky --” he chuckled with a cocked brow, “beatrice, remind me to not underestimate you--” 

“i might have kidnapped the cat for an evening -- “ he admitted sheepishly as he ran a hand through his hair. “i want to say i regret it, but i don’t --”

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cmma-vanity‌:

“Don’t apologize. It’s your job to make sure I’m ready to fly,” she replied, shrugging it off. She understood people’s concerns – she was just tired of people treating her like she was some broken thing. She was ready to have life go back to normal again – or as normal as it could be. “You’re not overstepping, Rabastan. We’re friends, aren’t we? I know you care.”

a warm smile stretched his lips, “yeah, we are --” rabastan struggled with keeping people in his life -- he could count the people closest to him on one hand and most people wouldn’t be okay with that -- it was loneliness they said, he should be more social -- he had the personality for it and yet he didn’t care for it. he was grateful for the life he had the people that were in it and moments like this validated it, “of course --” he offered, “if you ever need anything--”

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bvmblebcnes‌:

BEATRICE

                    ❝ i think you’re just scared a wee fifth year will beat you! ❞ she insisted with a grin. ❝ d'you really think we’d get a detention for this? what kinda sour faced prefect would do that! ❞

RABASTAN

“scared? not something in my vocabulary, beatrice --” he chuckled, her excitement was contagious -- maybe a race wouldn’t be so terrible? 

“who said it would be a prefect? you know that filch haunts these halls, right? all that man does is blabs and maybe i did provoke him , but still -- i’m not going to have him come for my head over a race -- it has to be more extravagant --”

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benjyxfriendwicks‌:

“Oh cool! Anything interesting?” That might have sounded sarcastic, but coming from Benjy it was genuinely curious. Rabastan could probably get that at least, “Right, right sorry. Good on you that’s smart.” He slid the packet back into his pocket. Really he ought to quit, he knew it bothered his mother, but he couldn’t seem to kick the habit. 

“it’s runes, fenwick -- everything is interesting --” he admitted, small smile stretching at his lips, it was the one subject that didn’t feel like a chore. he genuinely enjoyed it and he knew it was where his career was going to be. 

“thank you, though --” he added, as much as he wanted to be dismissive, how could you do that in the face of kindness? benjy fenwick had done nothing but try to get to know him and asked for a piece of him that as much as he was curious about -- he couldn’t give. 

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cmma-vanity‌:

Even if he didn’t doubt it, Emma had. She wanted to prove useful to the Slytherin team. She wanted Rabastan to see that she was worthy of her position, and furthermore, that there were no other options that could possibly replace her. And while she doubted that anyone in their house could take her place, it felt good to hear it from the captain himself. “Like I said. I slept for fifteen hours. That’s enough breathing time for me – I want to get back out there.” She appreciated the offer, but it would only lead to less time in the air, not more… and Quidditch was her outlet. She needed it. “So let him worry. That’s his choice. It shouldn’t affect mine.”

he couldn’t deny it -- she had a point, she was her own person and he was a strong believer in knowing yourself and your limits, “alright --” he agreed, “sorry--” he added, “i wasn’t trying to overstep--” he offered awkwardly, never great at expressing himself, he always expected people to know what he was feeling, even if it was something as natural as concern. 

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benjyxfriendwicks‌:

Benjy lit up, turning away from Rabastan to let out a breath, “What are you reading?” He asked, then remembered and held out his packet of cigarettes, “Sorry, er, d’you want one?” 

“just catching up with some runes --” shrugging, as he shook his head, “no, i quit --” summer of sixth, he had quit alot of bad habits, it wasn’t the time for him to make a mistake, eyes were on him and he knew it -- cigs were just another item on the list. 

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alckto‌:

she smirked at him, the joking was easy but she knew he valued more than his own pretty face and that was more than enough to make her laugh. “i’m not so sure, i’ve been admiring that face for far too long.” she admitted, rabastan had always been beautiful in his own way, even if it wasn’t purely physical, alecto had an appreciation for all kinds of beauty. “me?” she laughed again, another rose blush creeping across the bridge of her nose. she was certain it was quite a look but she never shied away from it, why should she? “i’ve never seen anyone pass out, but i did once witness a girl fan herself, quite the ego boost.” she knew she was attractive and it was something she often hated about herself. her mum had shoved the importance of physical beauty down her throat since she was a toddler, forcing alecto to spend hours looking at herself in a mirror, picking apart every flaw. and now she spent hours on her hair, make up, outfits as if that would save her or earn her something with her mum, but it never did. 

“yes, remind me of your favorite ice cream flavor now. your tastes are ever changing.” she went back to teasing, it was easier than thinking about home or family anyway. his face changed as she recounted the meager details of what had happened, she felt safe with him but she didn’t need a knight when she’d long ago found herself a sword. but it was still comforting to know he’d fight for her if she ever really needed it. she swelled with pride when he complimented her though, knowing a lot of boys would prefer to defend her honor as opposed to letting her defend her own. but rabastan was different. he’d always been different. 

his smile widened at her admission -- he wasn’t really one to blush and if you called out the pink hues on his cheeks, he’d blatantly deny it and blame it on the temperature and yet he was running out of excuses in this moment, “trust me, more than enough boys swooning over you, love -- anymore and well, amycus will be living in detention --” he chuckled, his best mate -- her brother had quite the temper and though it should have been enough inspiration to not breathe in her direction in that manner, rabastan clearly had a death wish. 

“excuse you -- you’re going to have to guess, ms. carrow” he mused, “i’m not going to just bare my soul -- you got to work for it” a smirk at his lips as he set aside the book and gave her his full undivided attention, work was the last thing on his mind at the moment, “anyone i should be hiding from amycus?” he questioned, why did he have to torture himself? blissful ignorance was the way to go, but fuck -- he was single and he just needed the peace of mind that she was in the same boat. 

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rcdclphuslestrange‌:

rodolphus nervously tapped his fingers against the table. his lips formed into a smile – it wasn’t genuine, but it was supposed to help him keep it together. “i don’t like your tone, rabastan.” the last thing he wanted was to fight with his brother, publicly so. why did rabastan have to be so difficult all the time? “but i’m sure you didn’t mean what you said, you’re just angry. so, tell me brother, what’s got you feeling so cranky?”

rabastan never cared for an audience -- he usually preferred his matters to be private, but the look of discomfort that was clear as day on rod’s face - the nervous tap was exhilarating, “well, that’s unfortunate. can’t do much about that, brother --” he mused, “rodolphus, if i was cranky -- i’d say so. we’re not five and you’re not telling me how i feel, if it wasn’t crystal clear before -- find another puppet, i don’t dance to your bullshit tune--”

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rcdclphuslestrange‌:

“rabastan.” rodolphus spoke through gritted teeth, though his voice was calm. “is this how you speak to your brother?”

“rodolphus --” he mimicked in the very same tone, “i’m sorry, did i stutter somewhere in the middle of that?” 

“i could repeat the sentence if you’d like? is that polite enough for you, brother?” 

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amycuses‌:

“have some faith in me, would ya, evan?” amycus laughed out loud as he poured a glass to both of his friends. “hey now– what’s the point of having your mate be head boy if you can’t get out of trouble? at this point i’d have to sleep in detention instead of my dorm. besides, mckinnon was really asking for it. he accused me of hurting my own sister and his face seemed so punchable at that moment.” the carrow explained as he brought up the glass to his lips, taking a few gulps, his face scrunching from the harsh taste but enjoying it nonetheless. “oh, yeah? had to reject more admirers?”

evan just kept laughing, he was in neither boat that rabastan had brought up but it wasn’t as if he was the lucky odd one out. “oi, i am not ignoring any of that, or letting any one slide. but since i didn’t personally witness the fight i can’t just punish am on hearsay. but if you care that much, five points from slytherin.” he couldn’t help himself, it was too funny. after all both amycus and rabastan were slytherin so it was no skin off evans back to take points. “wait, mckinnon did that? i can’t protect people from their own idiocy, sadly.” he accepted his glass and downed it before he had a chance to rethink his decision. “ah fuck, that shit burns.”

he nodded at the jar of bezoars and broke out laughing again. “i do, and i would not expect you to be prepared because of that. besides, what a problem to have.” his eyebrow raised at the uncomfortable conversations bit “oh? do tell rabastan.” 

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“hearsay my arse --” he chuckled, “listen -- i don’t think i need to lecture you on how crucial it is for your arse to be out of detention, the less time you spend there, the more time you can spend on the pitch and i can crush allaire and potters’ souls very easily --” he grinned, “plus, it keeps you out of trouble with vance -- it’s a win-win --” 

a frown toyed at his lips, “he’s a dolt --” he muttered, he hated how easily that came out of his mouth, how he didn’t have it in him to assume that there wasn’t another side to the boy, he had been on the other end of the judgement and he couldn’t stand it, so he couldn’t imagine the rage amycus felt. “piss off -- what is it, lets take a piss at rabastan day? i’ll talk about my week if you pricks talk about yours --” laughter spilling from his lips as he took a glass and downed a sip as well, nose scrunching in distaste as the liquid hit him, “honestly -- not as bad as your last concoction --” 

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milomckinnon‌:

milo didn’t expect what had happened next – rabastan suddenly jumping over the table and pinning milo against the shelf with a wand pointed at his throat. so alecto carrow really was a sore subject for him? “does it really matter to you.. that we were once friends? because i don’t think you give a shit about it!” the mckinnon spat out, suddenly feeling bitter and angry for the friend he’d lost. “i mean.. you’ve got new ones, don’t you? ones that like to hurt people!” the boy yelled out, not being able to hold himself back anymore. at this moment he didn’t care if rabastan hurt him or hexed him – that would only show his true self, it would finally answer all of milo’s questions. “you’re so defensive of alecto carrow, one would begin to think you’ve got a thing for her. is that so, rabastan? does your friend know about this?” at this point, milo felt out of control. he felt the need to provoke the other more and more, push his limits, speak out things he didn’t really mean. “disrespect her? if by that you mean telling the truth, then yeah. she’s a terrible person and you know it. why defend her?”

“seriously? i’m not the one who didn’t value our friendship, so don’t you dare pin this on me -- yes, i got new friends who valued me. i’m sorry for seeking out people who didn’t make me feel like shit for the last name i held or the house i got sorted into --” he hissed, all he could feel was the anger he had bottled up for so long. “there you go again -- so easy to play the victim, mckinnon - like you’ve done no wrong? how about you take a second to pull your head out of your arse and actually get to know people before you pass judgement?” 

‘you’re demanding loyalty when you haven’t given me any reasons, you don’t know what it’s like to be a decent friend, so i understand why this might be shocking to you--” his gaze narrowing as he went on again and brought alecto up, he knew he wanted him to drive his fist in to his and merlin he was tempted. his grip on him tightened, “she’s twice the person you are and i don’t owe you any explanation. you can go fuck yourself, mckinnon because i can’t hate you more than you’re going to hate yourself --’ he finished, letting go of the boy, “just stay away from us -- from her -- from me, i’m DONE --”

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milomckinnon‌:

it hurt more than milo liked to admit – having someone he once considered a friend speak to him in such a manner. and it hurt even more realizing that rabastan was right – milo was judgemental. sometimes he lay at night wondering if it was his fault that the two drifted apart – he’d accused the lestrange of being prejudiced, what if it was the mckinnon all along who was being prejudiced? but did the slytherin care – about what they once had? would he really hurt him? judging by his words, it seemed like.. he was rather defensive of alecto carrow. what if he pushed his buttons? what would rabastan do? did he truly hate him now? “stereotyping? i don’t think i’m doing such a thing. what makes you think alecto carrow is better than the rest? just because she’s pretty? come on, rabastan. in fact, i think she’s just like her brother.. except worse. you know, amycus might beat the shit out of you, but alecto will fuck you up mentally and let me tell you, that scars you. you know, during our last encounter i thought she was going to throw some curses at me. thank merlin we were in herbology class. so yeah.. i think she is a brute.”

rabastan stilled, closing his book shut the second alecto’s name came out of his mouth, he put the book aside and gave the boy his full attention, “milo--” he warned and the second the boy took a hit at how she could scar you -- as if that girl hadn’t been through enough, he didn’t hesitate to jump over the table -- landing before the boy as he gripped his collar and shoved him against the next shelf -- his free hand already holding his wand as he held it against the boy’s throat, “let me make something fucking crystal clear to you -- you keep alecto carrow out of your filthy mouth --” he hissed. eyes blown wide with fury, “the only reason why your arse isn’t on the ground howling in bloody pain is because we were once friends, but you don’t talk about them. the carrows. you don’t know them -- you can’t possibly fathom who they really are so shut up and don’t give me the chance to do some DAMAGE --” 

“we both know that what you just said -- that’s the farthest thing from the truth. i don’t know what your idiocy was trying to attain, but don’t you dare disrespect her like that again or so help me--”

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amycuses‌:

amycus had been so focused on.. his current project involving various bottles of liquor that he only noticed rabastan had walked in when he started rambling, dark hues focusing on the boy for a few moments before returning back to his ‘work’, still listening however. he couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his friend’s broom closet story. “still havin’ trouble with the admirers? you know what they say.. beauty is pain.” the carrow teased with a small smile still on his lips. at rabastan’s next question he brought out a bottle with a rather questionable colour in front of everyone, carefully observing it for a few moments before he decided he was pleased with the result and pouring himself a glass. “well, since evan and i had to wait so long for you to finally show up, i got bored and came up with my own drink. that’s some good shit, i’m telling you.” 

evan was sitting in the bed nearest amycus’s little experiment, watching with humor in his eyes and hoping they didn’t get blown up or anything. but rumor had it his friend was good with this sort of thing, or at least the drinking part. he’d offered a tip here and there but mostly let amycus tinker away as they waited. when rabastan finally joined them he came armed with a wicked story, and evan blushed at his own recent broom closet story. “just shove a bezoar in your pocket and go on, can’t imagine you hiding.” he chuckled along. evan watched as amy chose a bottle and felt his heart rate quicken with anticipation. he’d not had much fun yet this year and was quite looking forward to a normal night with his mates. he conjured a glass and reached it out toward amy “hopefully we don’t grow antlers or anything.” he was willing to risk it however. 

“piss off --” he grumbled as he collapsed against the bed, “you’re just jealous and oi, i’d rather be running from women than punching the masses --” he chuckled as he cocked a brow at the boy, “seriously ev, are we really letting him walk about detention free? mckinnon’s face was apparently something --” his nose scrunching up as he eyed the liquid, “this is how food poisoning happens -- i’m in, pour me one --” 

“way ahead of ya --” tugging out a jar from his bag -- clearly full of bezoars, “you really think i’m walking around here defenceless, do you know me at all?” he chuckled, “listen, i already had enough uncomfortable conversations this week, messing with a fifth year was not going to be added to the list --”

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milomckinnon‌:

“why thank you. i tried really hard, i think i’m getting pretty good at it. but me on the pitch – i don’t have to try, i’m just naturally better than you and your team of brutes.” milo responded, having forgotten for a second that the two boys were supposed to be working on their potions homework. slughorn had obviously lost his mind, putting them together. there might have been a time where milo would call rabastan lestrange his friend, but those times were long over now. still, the boy couldn’t deny that he didn’t like having to quarrel with the slytherin all the time, it just felt.. wrong. he wished he could bring back the good old times or that everyone could live in piece, but apparently this wasn’t possible. “so are we going to deal with this or not? i’m already late enough and i just explained why.”

“brutes -- still judgemental. why am i not surprised?” a frown tugging at his lips, “team of brutes --” he drawled, “amycus? after what he did to you, i won’t challenge that. i heard dear ol’ emma did a number on ya’ -- fair assumption over there” he chuckled, watching the boy, “but alecto? a brute? kinda harsh, don’t you think? mckinnon, your stereotyping is getting exhausting and well, disgusting and if you keep it up, you’re all but asking to get knocked out again--”

“sure -- what does your judgemental arse want to start with? basic components of the alihotsy draught? or draught of living death?” 

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alckto‌:

for a moment she imagined it, felt her stomach flip in the most unusual way. she tended to avoid any strange or unexpected emotions, it was just better for her. but her and rabastan on a date? they’d certainly have fun but it couldn’t ever go anywhere, he simply didn’t think of her in that way, how could he? he was practically her volunteer brother, there was no changing how someone looked at you anyway. “puberty was always kind to you, have you looked in a mirror lately? don’t answer that.” she grinned. she felt almost possessive of those memories, when everything was just good and simple, as it always felt, when she was with him. rabastan just had this vibe, they’d always had a genuine connection she couldn’t explain and would jealously guard. she heard his tone shift and ducked her head, long eyelashes brushing pink cheeks as she stared at her shoes for a second. the sincerity in his voice always moved her and she turned her gaze back on him to nod in silence. no one made her desire to use the forbidden curses more than rodolphus lestrange. if she ever had an opportunity to bring him harm she’d take it and run. 

she grinned, placing her hand on his wrist for a moment, giving it a pat. “most women are terribly boring.” she retorted. it was difficult to reign in just how much she was devoted to him. but his authenticity drew her in like bees to honey. she’d watched him grow and change and adapt and he was here standing tall. she admired and respected him greatly, trying to mirror his confidence always. if he ever toned himself down for her sake she’d never forgive herself, she valued the person he was, the real one, more than he could ever know. especially in their world, where so much of what was said and presented was fake, where so many wore masks and told lies and hid their true selves and feelings and thoughts. knowing he’d never do that to her was a comfort she could take to the grave. “I’ll be sure to let you know if you’ve gotten boring, it’s what friends are for.” she smiled at him but couldn’t imagine him being boring. she had to laugh when he bombarded her with questions, it was sort of cute that he got protective like that. “a boy over the summer, he wanted to move faster than i did.” she shrugged, it seemed commonplace to her and certainly wasn’t the first or last time it had happened. “when he got aggressive i used a curse to break all the bones in his hand.” she said with a careless nonchalance. 

he couldn’t help the laughter that escaped or the playful roll of his eyes -- how easily everything seemed natural when it came to the redhead before him, “it’s my favourite sight --” he teased, “it wasn’t always so kind and don’t get me started on you -- you have men all but passing out at the sight of you --” he grumbled. it was true -- alecto carrow was drop dead gorgeous and he wasn’t even sure that she knew it. he radiated warmth as he watched her, fuck she was endearing and humble when it came to the impact that she had on his life.

“that is unfortunately true, i can’t say i’m a vanilla person --” he admitted, nose scrunching in disdain, she wasn’t wrong -- he didn’t necessarily need a wild child, but he did need someone who could keep up, the only person who had managed so far was just unattainable and that killed him. “i don’t doubt that for a second --” he sighed, smile stretching as he watched her, if anyone could keep him in check or remind him how valuable he was, it was her. shifting closer as he tuned in -- rabastan had never mastered the art of the poker face and that was clear as day in this moment as a frown toyed at his lips. he couldn’t stop the way the irritation sunk in -- men were assholes. yes, he had the potential to be one, but merlin -- read the room. you could always tell where someone was at, what they wanted to an extent -- it was an instinct and the idea of someone backing her into corner, wanting to move  faster than she was willing -- it made him sick and for the first time in a while, he craved to sink his fist into a jaw, but she snapped him out of it. eyes widening with pride as she announced her punishment, “that’s my girl --” he murmured, she could take care of herself -- he knew it. he didn’t want her to have too, but he wasn’t going to diminish her win with his own feelings of irritation.