#thread:rabastan

[xantoninxdolohovx]

Who:@r-lestrcnge Where: the lair of a traitor It was something to be followed, but it meant that they were on the right track. Luckily young Rabastan had managed to distract their tail long enough Dolohov could circle around trap the person between them.  He almost wished he smoked for moments like this settling for drawing his wand. “I will give you one chance to escape, duel my friend there and win, try anything else and we’ll pull what we want out of you piece by piece.” Just in case he began casting an anti-disapparition jinx to make sure neither of them tried to run from the fight.  He left the rest to Rab while he secured the perimeter with a few more spells to make sure no one interceded and gave a stare that almost dared them to try and rush past him.

[weirdxkitty]

It was exhausting - playing songs that weren't hers and watching what she said and how she acted. It came with the territory, taking on a gig like this, and she wanted to respect the bride and groom, but she would be happy to go back to normal. She had taken a quick break, trying to make her way to the bar but having a hard time making it there.

She quite literally bumped into someone as she tried to dodge another wedding guest - reaching out to grab their elbow as if to steady them. "I'm so sorry -" she started, before realizing it was Rabastan. "We've got to stop meeting this way, Rabbit."

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[weirdxkitty]

This was exactly the stuffy type of event that Kitty tended to avoid, at least as herself. Another pureblooded, incestual, elbow rubber that her mom had dragged her to. And what was worse, people were calling her Suzy. At least the food was good. Well, the food was decent - the bar was good.

She had meandered around and now found herself near the balcony, which sounded perfect: some fresh air and a little quiet. But she surprisingly found someone already out there, and she threw her hands in the air in excitement. "Rabbit!" She called, grin widening at the glances she got from the few people within earshot. "My biggest fan." Kitty gushed, rearranging her features to look more like herself so he might recognize her.

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[siriblk]

It had been a long - exhilarating, but long - day and Sirius was looking forward to falling into the rather large bed in his rental house. He had won all of his matches and was moving on, and normally he would go out with the rest of the duelists (precisely why he stayed where the circuit took him instead of apparating home - he liked the travel aspect of it) but he felt more like having a butterbeer and watching bad muggle reality TV.

He hadn’t anticipated, however, having to place a call into the ministry for the small, rather suspicious item tucked into the side of his mattress. He wasn’t a curse breaker, but he knew a cursed object when he saw one. Sirius was sat on the stoop outside, a bloody handkerchief held to his nose (the only damage the thing had managed before he noticed) as one of the last people he ever wanted to see, let alone require the help of, strode up the path. “Rabastan Lestrange?” He called out, frowning slightly.

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