#rabastan001

[damoclesssword]

where: Potion’s Booth when: Summer Solstice who: Damocles Belby and Rabastan Lestrange ( @diisgustednoiise​ )

Damocles had just apparated back to his booth after getting a few ingredients from his office when Marcus greeted him out of the blue. A smile instantly appeared on Damocles’ lips as he reached for his nephew’s hair. “Why, hello there, Marcus. Is your father around?” A quick look around showed Don talking with Lily, easing the potioneer’s mind. But there was a fellow nearby who was eyeing Damocles and Marcus. Concern was painted all over his expression as he stood up and caught his eyes. Maybe he was a parent as well? Damocles flashed him a hesitant smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

[macwalden]

where: somewhere along Virtue Alley who: Walden Macnair and Rabastan Lestrange ( @diisgustednoiise )

When shit hit the fan during the National Quiditch match, Walden didnt’ even immedeiately recognize who it was that plummeted down to their deaths. That’s because instead of watching the game, Walden opted to look for possible interesting things around the crowd with his binoculars that were meant for watching the game. One of the more interesting things was Brenton watching the game with a younger Death Eater. So was this the person he mentioned to Walden before? Walden was immediately curious. He determined to watch them instead during the entirety of the game. In fact, he was looking for Brenton whom he had lost when Sebastian’s murder happened.

Now, weeks later, it was just his luck when Walden saw Rabastan in one of the pubs in Virtue alley while the older Death Eater was just loitering around. Rabastan seemed to be talking to a woman. Was he flirting even? Walden decided to figure out what was going on and sneaked behind Rabastan’s silhouette, determined not to be noticed. Given that Walden stalked flightier prey in his line of work, it wasn’t that hard. Once he was close enough, Walden threw his arm over the man’s shoulder and stood beside Rabastan as if it was a perfectly normal thing for him to do. “Hey there. Lestrange right? Rodolphus’ little brother? So what’s this?” He asked gesturing to the woman in front of them.

[barty-jrouch]

where: Merlin Rogue who: Barty Crouch Jr. and Rabastan Lestrange ( @diisgustednoiise​ )

Barty was almost through his second drink. He was with Rabastan Lestrange sitting in one of the booths in Merlin Rogue. They had a perfect view of the dancing women around them. He’ll have to pay for the drinks and the booth but money has never been a problem for him. Barty was on a mission tonight. He hasn’t really gotten quite the grasp of who Rabastan is but he was determined to. Gain the favor of one, gain the favor of his brother. Of course, there are other ways to loosen someone’s lips by plying them with alcohol but tonight, it seems as good a method as any. Besides, Barty was trying to learn something about Rabastan in particular. “So tell me, have you considered getting a job at the Ministry? Surely between you and your brother, you could make it happen?” 

[frcnklcngbottom]

“according to amycus, i’m not allowed to be a little bitch about the shoulder, but take it easy on me, yeah? i’d rather not deal with allaire’s wrath this early on --”

@rvbvstn​

[felixbautista]

where: Werewolf Fight Club who: Félix Bautista and Rabastan Lestrange ( @diisgustednoiise​ )

Félix couldn’t believe it when he first heard about it. A werewolf den. Where werewolves, (probably unregistered like him), fight in combat to see if one can dominate the other. Patrons from different walks of life can spectate and place bets on whom they think will win. He couldn’t imagine it. Yet there he was, basking in all its glory.

With the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, Félix made his way through the crowd. He kept his head low and his hands safely tucked in his pockets. He was hoping not to attract any one’s attention. Unfortunately, one wrong sidestep he did to avoid a sourly looking fellow coming his way caused him to bump into someone’s back. “Sorry,” he instinctively looked up to the eyes of someone he definitely didn’t expect to see that day. Rabastan. Their eyes met for one second and it was already a second too long. Félix immediately turned away. This was one overdue conversation that he wasn’t eager to have.

[commanderlestrange]

Who: Bellatrix & Rabastan ( @strangerthanfiction​ ) When: Tuesday 22nd January 1980 Where: Rabastan’s flat, Manchester.

Bellatrix had been in Manchester for business with Antonin and she had spent a good deal of the morning flying from York to Manchester. Even after investing in the best broomstick that money could buy at the moment, the travelling was still killer. At least with the broomstick she didn’t have to use a filthy Ministry portkey and justify why she must travel to Manchester, and it gave her plenty of time to think. She’d been considering all sorts of things, but now she was thinking mostly about her husband...or lack thereof, at present.

The meeting with Antonin had left Bellatrix wanting to bang her head against a wall, and the last thing that she wanted was to hop onto the broomstick and head back to the manor. Manchester was safe territory, but there was family here. The only other person in the world who might feel Rodolphus’ absence as keenly as she did. She understood how important his mission was, but the loss of her closest (only) friend was felt more keenly now after the events of the memorial.

Confidence had never been an issue for Bellatrix, and she rapped on Rabastan’s door with purpose. There was no hesitation - he was her brother-in-law, after all. If he chose to shut the door, Bellatrix knew her magic was more powerful than his; she could force her way in. As the door crept open, Bellatrix lifted a bottle of firewhiskey that she’d bought on her way over. “Can I come in? I was in the area and I’m was hoping for some company before I head back to the manor.”

[krumlegacy]

where: the astronomy tower. when: sunday september 5th, 11:02pm. who: nadiya krum & rabastan lestrange / @chaosspreads​

Her legs dangling off of the edge of the tower, she moved the bottle of bourbon between her fingertips as a small sigh escaped her lips. Nadiya missed her home — simple as that, and she hadn’t been back in a year; and she could feel it calling back to her in every fibre of her being. Not only did she miss her father, the one she hadn’t visited since he had been placed in prison, but she missed her Manor and her family. Of course, having been ostracised away by her mother had made Nadiya appreciative for living with the French side of her family whilst remaining in England, but nothing quite was the same. “липсва ми България.”