dreaming of tearing you apart || Rabastan & Marcus
He coughed slightly at the smoke in his face, but it wasnât like he wasnât use to Rab being a brat, so that didnât bother him. Instead, he only made a grab for the pack, plucking one out for himself.Â
"Nah. I figured Iâd come make sure you were a decent guy," he said. "I donât really like having ex-Death Eaters around here, so."Â
He popped the cigarette between his lips and looked at Rab expectantly, waiting for a light.Â
Rabastan just continued puffing on his cigarette, not at all inclined to light Marcus's for him. He would in every other situation, but like this? Never. Marcus could go find his own lighter if he wanted to smoke so badly.
"Last I heard Hogsmeade was a neutral zone," he shrugged, looking away from Marcus and towards the fire, "besides, I'm pretty sure you don't have the authority to decide who stays or goes, Death Eater or not." Rabastan barely resisted the urge to shove up his sleeves to make his tattoo visible to the world. Merlin, was McKinnon annoying.Â
Marcus was lucky he was hot, too.














