#c:rabastan

[mary-whoisleft]

time ticking down // rabastan & mary

Mary would hesitate to tell him to his face, because he might just love it too much, but it was never difficult to tell when Rabastan entered a room. Perhaps it was a certain energy he brought to it, whether it was a party that greeted him with a cheer or just a classroom full of students in need of a break from work. Or, maybe, it was just Mary’s own ability to pick his name or his laugh out of the crowd that had her always finding him in the Great Hall or amongst a group hanging out on the lawns. 

Some times were easier than others, though. For example, it didn’t take any kind of super natural abilities to be able to hear his voice fill a nearly silent courtyard where most people were too buried in their books to even breathe. 

A few others around her bristled at the interruption, but Mary smiled slightly as her eyes went towards it. She had been working on her essay for so long her hand was starting to cramp and all the Latin was blending together to the point of her eyes mixing up alohomora and aguamenti. She had earned a bit of a break. 

A quick look around her surrounding areas showed just how long she had been stationed there. Books from five different classes, multiple empty ink vials she had run through, and one quill broken out of frustration, all surrounding her like a summoning circle that brought her into existence. 

Knowing it was not going to be a quick job to clean up, she waved over to him to get him to stop so she had more time. When she saw him coming over her way, though, she slowed down, not in so much of a rush if he wasn’t waiting on her. 

“Oh, this is awkward. I wasn’t actually waving at you,” she teased, allowing her small smirk to give away the game. “But, I guess if you’re here, you can be enlisted to hang out with me. I need some company that isn’t my nearly incomprehensible notes.”

@notrodolphus​

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@rabastanlestrcnge

      Adrian was stuffed.

      He’d spent the hour proceeding the evacuation of the train from that ridiculous game in the Great Hall, eating anything and everything the House Elves had cooked up for dinner. Now, his belly full and his mind sobering, he returned to the surprisingly empty Slytherin Dungeons. Apparently, his classmates had decided to socialize in the Great Hall or elsewhere for there was no one around, but it was no matter. In fact, it was better for him. Adrian wanted silence, and silence was what he sought as he bypassed green couches towards his dormitory.

      Rabastan laid on his back in his bed and Adrian stood there, brows raising as he stared at him. 

      “I lost you,” he said simply and quietly. “Did you eat?”

[hisfirstlieutenant]

@rabastanlestrcnge

      It was warm. 

      There were things of which she would prefer to focus on, but she supposed this murder mystery was good for some of her less than bright classmates. At least it made them stop and think for once in their short lives. 

      Bellatrix stopped in a compartment to remove her thick robes, ignoring the handful of students within as she hung it on a hanger. Neat fingers smoothed over the front of her shirt and down her pleated, grey skirt before she turned around, noticing Rabastan Lestrange doing absolutely nothing.

      Fantastic.

      She knew little about her betrothed’s younger brother for she cared not about these things; but Andromeda was set to marry him and she did envy that her middle sister received the preferred of the set. With a quick, silent exhale, Bellatrix managed a soft smile.

       “Hello, Rabastan. Should you not be attempting to solve this riveting mystery?”

[pandorasopenbox-blog]

@rabastanlestrcnge

     “Look out!” Pandora called, but it was too late. A bludger that had been following her all day zoomed past her head and hit Rabastan Lestranger- Lestrong? or was it Rodolphus? She couldn’t recall- square in the chest. “Oh my!”

      Her voice was a squeak and she propelled forward with no hesitation, hurrying to his side. 

      “I’m so terribly sorry. Are you-- are you alright?” she asked, offering her hand to help him. “That darn thing... I don’t know where it came from.”

[mary-whoisleft]

fool me once // macstrange

Mary wasn’t sure what Rabastan had been doing before he had the Daily Prophet shoved in his face. She didn’t care enough to notice. When she was with him at the Halloween dance, everything else had fallen away and it felt like they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else mattered. She was experiencing a similar feeling now, except this time the tunnel-vision was fueled by rage.

It was rare to see Mary consumed by pure anger like she was at the moment. Sure, there were plenty of things happening around her that made her angry. But too often that anger was diluted by fear and sadness, something she hated to admit but unfortunately was the truth. There was no confusing what she was feeling now, though. Her knuckles were white as her hands clenched around the newspaper, her jaw was tensed so hard it looked like she might break her teeth, and the look in her eyes told everyone else don’t even try to get involved right now. She looked wholly unlike herself.

“What the fuck is this?” He might not even be able to tell with how close she was currently holding the page to his face. But that’s okay because she didn’t need an answer to know exactly what it was. The Prophet had run a story on Benjy’s protest, and she had heard about it even if she wasn’t a regular news reader. So it might have taken her a few weeks to get her hands on a copy. But when she did, well, she hardly got a chance to read what was written.

Because the minute she opened it, her eyes quickly went to a photo of the counter protesters. A few pricks she had the pleasure of running into briefly at the protest. That was no surprise. What was a surprise was the person standing behind the group, not noticeable at first but came into view when the people in the picture started to move around. The person who was instantly recognizable to her. The person who was holding a sign that said….

“‘Make blood pure again?’” She threw the paper down into Rabastan’s lap so she could get a good look at his face. So he could get a good look at hers. It was strange to be looking into his eyes and not thinking of the next moment she could pull him into a dark corner and kiss him until she ran out of breath. Which, admittedly, had been much of the past week or so of her life. But it was really the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Much more on the forefront was what was the heaviest book she had on her that she could use to hit him.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t expect you to be at the head of the resistance but I never thought you were... one of them.”

@notrodolphus

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@rabastanlestrcnge

     It was goddamn cold out and yet Adrian Burke wore nothing but a t-shirt and jeans. 

     The things he did when there was stuff on his mind.

     Adrian Burke found himself sitting in the Quidditch Pitch as the Slytherins practiced way too late on a Friday evening. He’d grown bored in the Common Room, grown exhausted of trying to write his mundane Potions essay that was not due for over a week yet, and had found himself wandering out to watch the rest of his House’s team prepare for the next game. 

     When it had finally wrapped up, he did not move as he watched most of the team shuffle into the distant locker rooms. They were gone in an instant, except for one. 

     Rabastan Lestrange’s sweat-slick hair clung to his forehead as he hovered on his broomstick in front of the pitch where Adrian sat. 

     “Go shower, Lestrange,” he teased. “You look disgusting.”

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@rabastanlestrcnge

      Fluidity that was typical in his movements shifted to a sort of bizarre, jerkiness. The ebb and flow of the train combined with a packed hallway and the heady sort of high making his brain feel fuzzy had him misstepping. Adrian needed to sit, but he was a man on a mission.

     Where the hell was Rabastan?

     He was the only one Adrian felt like talking to right now as students sought clues and answers to this mystery. Maybe if he had paid better attention, he would have cared more, but Adrian’s mind was filled to the brim with other things that being attentive was impossible.  

     Each compartment was near-full and by the time he’d reached the end of the train, he was ready to throw himself in the nearest one, quitting his search, when he finally spotted his mate, brooding alone at a window seat. 

     “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Eyebrows,” Adrian announced as he slid the compartment door open and then shut before anyone else could try to shove their way in behind him. “Where have you been? Thinking about ways to hop off this thing without notice?”

[thc-heartbreak-princ]

@rabxlestrangc​ said:  “No necesito que me consigas una cita para hoy, estoy bien.”

—Claro y si acudes a la fiesta de los Higgs sin una pareja solo serás el hazmerreír de todos— expresó con una sonrisa ladina —Pero bueno como gustes Rabastan—