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“You just can’t beat the Bats’ beating team,” Brenton mused, looking down at the Quidditch players as they flew onto the pitch for the start of the game. “I mean her, well, it’s obvious.” He held his hands in front of his chest in a large cupping action. “But then you would think he’s not much to look at but I saw him with his top off the one time after they’d played against Luci and he’s so fucking hot.” He enunciated each word carefully, leaning into Rabastan as he said them, hoping he might be able to draw a reaction from his companion.

#cw for crude commentary slkefj idk how to tag that #sexism cw #diisgustednoiise #c: rabastan #rabastan 002 #—a way with words is usually the first sign of a liar; ( interactions. )#event: quidditch cup #—you're going to hell but it's heaven right now; ( event. )

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Cleaning the shop up after a long day is one of her least favorite parts of owning a shop. Sure, it’s nice to have the place to herself, and to review everything and make sure it’s in its rightful place, but after a tough day, she can’t think of anything less appealing. Still, she goes into the supply closet and grabs a broom to start sweeping up with.

She’s not really expecting anyone, so when the lights flicker twice to alert her to someone new coming into the shop, she sighs heavily. “We’re closed!” she calls, waiting for the lights to flicker again to show the door’s opened once more. When nothing happens, she sighs again and walks back out of the supply closet, fully prepared to whack the intruder with the broom. “We’re closed.”

But it’s not a stranger, it’s Rabastan, a still uninvited but not unwelcome presence in the shop. She puts the broom down. “Ah, it’s you. I thought you were a thief.”

#rabastan #rabastan 002 #i hope this works???

Where: Summer Solstice Festival When: 21st June Who: Melaina && @diisgustednoiise

It was hard to believe that half a year had passed. The Winter Solstice had marked the beginning of some dark times in Melaina’s life with the arrest of her father and subsequent interrogations of her son. Work had become a difficult place to be for the first time in her life and when she went home she was the primary caregiver to a three year old. And, all the while, she was still doing work that her stomach was not quite strong enough for. Brewing Polyjuice with Barty Crouch was one thing but helping to poison a traitor, while important and necessary work, had put a strain on her. She couldn’t remember being this stressed since the day she realised that she was pregnant with Theodore, and all the implications which had come with the fact. To top it all, with nobody at home most of the day to make sure her cat wasn’t wandering too far into the village, she ended up having a litter of kittens.

Melaina truly hoped the Summer Solstice really would indicate the time of change that the Minister had talked about. She would never admit those feelings to her fellow Death Eaters, of course, but a peaceful life sounded nice right about now, and it would be perfect timing now that all but one of the kittens had been given away. Today certainly felt like it was going her way as she was able to persuade Theo away from one of the games and towards the sheltered area where Rosmerta was selling drinks. She ordered him a grape juice and led him over to where sat one of her old school friends. “Hello, Rabastan,” she said. “I hope you’re having a good day. How’s the kitten? Which one did you have again?”

#diisgustednoiise #c: rabastan #rabastan 002 #⁠—the conversation with the little white lies; ( interactions. )#⁠—the whole place was dressed to the nines; ( event. )#event: summer solstice #pregnancy mention tw #poison mention tw

Knelt on the grass without a care for her no-longer pristine dress, Melaina had done her best to patch Rabastan up before his eyes came back into focus but it was too soon and she knew it would still be incredibly painful. Her head ached, like the adrenaline of moments ago had burnt off all the champagne she had drunk and left her with a hangover and a feeling of nausea. “Hey, are you with me?” she said softly, wand moving unsteadily over his chest, assessing the damage to his ribs. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay, you hear me? I know it hurts, but I’m going to need you to let me know if you can speak.”

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#⁠—the conversation with the little white lies; ( interactions. )#diisgustednoiise #c: rabastan #rabastan 002 #⁠—our lives would never be the same; ( plotdrop. )#plotdrop: quidditch cup #injuries cw #some cw for trying to heal when a bit past tipsy idk alskdjf #healing under the influence??

If there was such a thing as the universe, Rodolphus was now convinced that it hated him at the moment. What had gotten into the Dark Lord to demand such a specific task of all at them at the day before Midsummer was also a very good question to be asked. And then there was the inconvenience, because Rodolphus wasn’t going to let it become more than that, of being paired off with the Lestrange’s disappointment of the family to fulfil said task while Bella was off murdering people with her high school sweetheart. Rabastan and him agreed to meet at the Crouch Estate during the Midsummer Eve Fire Ritual. It was crowded and just about everyone existing in the wizarding world was going to be there, so numerous people could comment on having seen the two of them there. It was the smart thing to do. Pairing him off with Rabastan wasn’t and something had to be smart about it. It was with a glass of Firewhiskey in hand that Rodolphus approached his brother as soon as he spotted him. “Brother,” he greeted the other with a smile. “Long time no see. Rumour has it I punched you in the face, did you hear? The Daily Prophet really comes up with strange things these days.” He shook his head a little as though in disbelief, having made sure that people in the surrounding idea heard him. The next words he spoke were much softer and only for Rabastan to hear. “I have a suggestion for you. Why don’t you let me do the task on my own? You can go off and just do whatever,” or whoever, “you want.” He knew already that Rabastan wasn’t going to agree with it. Maybe it was a matter of pride. Maybe Rabastan wanted to be useful (not to Rodolphus, of course; he had learned not to expect anything), he didn’t know.

@le-stranger-things a closed starter.

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