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[anatomicallyburke-blog]

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      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]

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      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?”

[snapeinthegrass-blog1]

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“Well you were the one that started it, weren’t you, Lestrange?  Didn’t want to hurt your feelings by not sending it back.  I know how fragile you are.”

[pandorasopenbox-blog]

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     “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.”

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

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     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]

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      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?”

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💙 - A sad memory that makes them cry

“When... when my mom died. It still gets me, and that is one thing I will probably never get over.“

[snapeinthegrass-blog1]

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“... Rabastan what is this idiotic nonsense.”

I suppose you at least made me smirk this year.  Fine.