Starter for: Theodosia Abbott @deartheodosiax
Where: Rabastan's townhouse
When: early morning (post-event)
It had been a long night for Rabastan, who had just returned from a work assignment. The Gringotts goblins had sent him to Morocco, where he'd spent hours in too much heat and desert, breaking through enchantments on a stash of treasure that made even his own privileged eyes water. After dropping most of the trove at the bank, he'd apparated directly home and left the rest in the sitting room to deal with later. The majority was his share of the proceeds. A few items were not, simply kept secret as they were too precious to show his greedy employers, who would surely want to keep them in the vaults. He didn't notice the irony.
A trail of sand and dust followed him up the dark wooden stairs to his en-suite bathroom, disappearing as he paced thanks to his elf's diligence. He had forgotten what day it was, having lost track of time as he worked. So when he finally emerged from the shower, he did not expect to see a young witch hovering in the hallway outside his bedroom, a look of utter alarm slicing her expression as their eyes met.
He considered her silently, remarkably level for a shirtless man with a stranger inexplicably in his home. But she was hardly a threat, and judging by the look on her face, she was either going to faint or run away. So his surprise transpired to bemusement and he stepped closer, carelessly tossing the towel he'd been using to dry his hair onto a chair as he went.
"Is there a reason why you're in my house?" he calmly asked, pressing a hand to the doorframe and looking past her into the hallway. There was a new set of flowers on a table beneath a stern portrait of his great-grandfather. Clarity emerging, he remembered the delivery due today. "Oz sent you, I suppose." Looking back to her, he caught her eyes again and wryly laughed. "Just be glad I'm wearing trousers."
