problem child

Rabastan Lestrange

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION:

character name: Rabastan Lesgrange age & birthday: 32, December 13 pronouns: he/him blood status: Pureblood occupation: Hit Wizard faceclaim: Casey Deidrick

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

positive traits: Independent, ambitious, charming, courteous negative traits: Selfish, impulsive, confrontational, manipulative, pyromaniac

KEY POINTS / BIOGRAPHY

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well  

18. Do you want children?

Surprisingly, yes. At least a couple. Having a sibling was one of the best parts of being a kid, I wouldn’t want just one child because of that.

36. Favorite clean word?

“No.” Isn’t it just so much fun to tell somebody no?

91. Do you like your own name?

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well  

15. Favorite song?

I don’t listen to music very often. Whatever is popular and on the radio is good enough for me. I really only listen to the radio while traveling on the train for work.

39. Do you have any scars?

Quite a few, most notable is on my stomach where the spell that almost killed me hit. Most of them are from work or dueling during the war.

63. Biggest Fear?

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Rodolphus sighed, shaking his head. Old people… adults acting like fucking children, or even worse. “Apparently they missed two appointments” he shook his head slowly. He looked up at him and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll give you their schedule” he nodded. “I mean, they can end up going so they’ll be away from you” he joked but then shook his head slowly. “I wonder if those two are hiding something about their health” he wondered before sipping his coffee. “Or if them not going is because they are having some cognitive issues…” if that was the case, the two of them would have to do something on the matter.

When he asked about Lyanna, he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m handling her finances” he said simply. He wasn’t going to tell him about the things she told him. He thought it was her thing to tell Rabastan if she so desired, after all they were close friends and Rodolphus was an outsider. “You know, if you ever plan on getting married, she is a good option” was all he was going to say on the matter. While his marriage with Bella had been successful, he would never, ever, forgive his parents for forcing him to marry her. The fact that he was not able to have a say in his own life had been humiliating and, as head of the Lestrange family, he promised himself that he would never force his brother to marry anyone unless he wanted to. 

He then nodded his head understandingly. “Well, willingly… I mean, she had to” he smirked playfully. For a moment, he considered on letting him know about his intentions of having a child with Bella, but that was still very premature and on the works. “In her defense, I have the impression she would much rather go to a mental hospital than an orphanage…” he mused before finishing his coffee. “Thank you… next friday, around eleven” he told him.

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"Or maybe they're just convinced there's nothing wrong with them and don't feel the need to see their healer." Rabastan replied, trying to think of any reason their parents might not want to go. "If there's nothing causing them pain or ovbiously wrong with them, maybe they just think they're perfectly fine and don't have a reason to visit." His shoulders shrugged, "Either way, get me their schedule." Rabastan wasn't overly concerned, it wasn't as if their parents had done him any favours in his life. But they were still the people that raised him and he still loved them, he supposed, it wouldn't hurt to bring them to the hospital every now and again.

His eyes narrowed at his brother for a moment. Why was he bringing up marriage? Rabastan knew Lyanna was a good option, in fact he'd almost considered asking her on a date to see if they could work in that sort of dynamic. Rabastan had promised himself if he were to get married, it would be out of love. He didn't want to end up with somebody just because, he didn't want his future children growing up in a household where their parents hated each other. But he wasn't getting any younger and he did love Lyanna in some sort of way. "Why are you bringing that up? Did she say something?" He questioned, wondering just how much information he could get out of his brother.

Laughing again, Rabastan nodded his head. "I'm just worried if you take her to a mental hospital, they might never let her leave." It was always rather fun to tease Bellatrix, but it wasn't quite as satisfying without her in the room. "Next Friday... Alright, you might have to give me a reminder, though."

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“It was a tragedy without you, I hope you carry the weight of such guilt for the rest of your days Rabastan Lestrange,” she pouts a little adding salt to a wound he clearly doesn’t have. She knows he has to work and he does an important job. More often than not she finds herself wondering about it when she receives his letters. What kind of daring adventures he gets up to and exotic places he visits. Honestly, it’s more than enough that he still deigns to write to her when she has so little to offer him in return. 

“I’m glad they’re having a good season. I even read a book about quidditch and I know what all the little balls are called and the whole history of the game. But hours Rabbit? I thought my ears would bleed,” she drags her bony hands down her face in a comical manner. Though she perks up at the suggestion of being able to steal some of his fries. She’s not sure its polite, meals with her family were always so proper and when she was alone and remembered to eat, she generally just grazed. “If you’re sure you don’t mind,” the slightest hint of doubt creeping into her tone, “but if you do want to eat them all that’s fine too. I won’t blame you.” She orders when the server comes over but stays quiet until they’re gone again. It’s easy to talk to Rabastan but she’s still prone to clamming up around strangers. Her hazel eyes drift back to her friend’s face and with it, a spark of warmth alights, “I’m so glad you’re back safe.” 

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Rabastan chuckled, a skeptical eyebrow raising slightly. She read a book on quidditch and she knew the names of all the balls? He'd certainly be quizzing her on that later, simply for his own entertainment. "Well, I'm certainly glad your ears are still in the same condition as when I left." He teased, head shaking slightly at her dramatics. When the server approached, he let Lyanna order first before relaying his own, making sure to ask for extra chips and ordering a tea as well. His sleeping schedule had been slightly messed up from working long and erratic hours while he was away, tea always made him sleepy. Hopefully he'd be able to head straight to bed after lunch with Lyanna.

"You needn't worry about my safety." Rabastan replied, though he knew it likely wouldn't help much. While he wasn't necessarily careful while out on the job, he could certainly handle himself. The extensive training he'd gone through when he was hired made sure he knew how to protect himself, as if fighting in a war didn't prepare him for that. Still, he never once felt as though he was in any particularly dangerous situations. "Regardless, I'm happy to be back, too. I can't tell you how excited I am to sleep in my own bed tonight."

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Ophelia had been through the back sorting out orders when she’d heard the first oi ring through her old store. She immediately knew who it was of course and had rolled her eyes as she continued with what she was working on. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Rabastan, no, but instead had known him long enough to see him like a younger brother. One that seemingly was out to annoy her today given how determined he was to get her attention. 

Eventually caving and appearing in the shop front, she cleared her throat. “Elbows off the glass please.” She said, gesturing with her hand to stop leaning on her counter. “Long time no see Rabastan. Last I’d heard you were out of the country… How’ve you been?”

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Rabastan could see the annoyance on her face as she came foward from the back of the shop. Good, that was exactly what he'd been going for. His eyes rolled slightly at her words, but he complied and took his elbows off the glass, leaning against a support beam instead. "Yeah, was stationed in Ireland for a few weeks." He explained, "Riots. I was merely crowd control." He sighed somewhat dramatically, sometimes wishing he was allowed to join in with the rowdy crowds and cause some trouble. Rabastan knew better, not really wanting to deal with the wrath of Rodolphus if he were to get into trouble. "Been good otherwise, though."

Pushing away from the support beam, Rabastan took a cursory glance around the shop. "What have you got new in here?" He questioned, "You don't happen to have any jewelry, do you?"

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Fawn shrugged her shoulders. “It is what it is” she said simply and rather coldly, especially for someone who had always been a warm person. Those two ruined her life, they traumatized her and even made her witness the most horrible experience in this world. The night River was killed was the night that broke her forever, that damaged her beyond repair. River was River, he was her twin, her best friend in the whole wide world. He was her person, the one who would know what was going on without having to ask, the one who would defend her against everything. That night, River got pushed because he was trying to defend her. So not only Fawn felt devastated, but she also felt guilty.

She shook her head slowly. “Of course I do” she said softly. “You were my boyfriend and I left without an explanation or even saying good bye… you don’t do that to the people you love and care about” she said with a sad smile. Rabastan had been such an important player in her life. He had been her first love and her first everything. After Rabastan came David and Fawn had loved them both madly.

The wedding ring hanging from her neck felt heavier. She had been happy with David, the two of them found each other at their breaking point and helped one another to pick the pieces and mend their hearts. But now David was also dead and Fawn had never felt lonelier. “Something like that” she responded with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ”But tell me about yourself!” She said softly. “What have you been up to? How’s everything in your life?” She asked curiously and eager to change the conversation to a topic that didn’t involve her personal life and tragedy. “How’s your family? How’s Rodoplhus? Still stealing hearts?” She chuckled softly. Everyone seemed so infatuated with the eldest Lestrange, or at least most of the girls she met at school. But not Fawn, Fawn only had eyes for Rabastan.

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He understood why Fawn felt as though she owed him an apology, if the tables were turned he'd likely be apologizing, too. But Rabastan really didn't feel as though he needed it. He understood that at the time, things were absolutely horrible for her, and dealing with such a major loss at such a young age definitely meant she had some big feelings. He couldn't hold that against her, even though he knew he absolutely would have if it were anybody else. "It's okay." He said after a moment, "I won't hold it against you." Hopefully she hadn't been beating herself up over it all these years.

The conversation turning towards himself was welcomed, Rabastan was always content to speak about himself. Taking a few steps forward until he was beside Fawn, he leaned casually against the counter. This likely wouldn't be a short conversation and he figured he might as well make himself a little more comfortable. "I've been good." Rabastan answered honestly, but not in a bragging type of way. "I did well for the remainder of school but didn't really know what to do after and ended up freeloading for a few years. Had a minor near-death expeirence, and after healing from that I've decided to become a hit wizard. Not exactly the job everybody had been expecting of me, but it's quite exciting and I get to travel a bit because of it."

"Rod's good, married Bellatrix Black, actually." It was expected of Rodolphus to get married and start a family young, but he was sure it might sound a little shocking that he managed to settle down considering the amount of partner's he'd gone through in his youth. The mention of marriage actually made Rabastan inspect Fawn's fingers for a ring of her own, and while he hadn't noticed one there, he did see the one hanging around her neck. He wondered if she ever settled down or had children of her own. "I think, overall, things worked out pretty okay for the lot of us. And you were in America, right? How were things over there? Did you manage to steal anybody's heart?"

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Rodolphus often wondered to himself if his punishment for being… well, whatever he was and whatever he had done, was being surrounded by adults acting like children. Between Bella and Rabastan, it was a miracle he hadn’t lost his shit yet. Rod took it as a permanent test. One couldn’t have everything, right? And in spite of every single annoying thing his brother did, Rodolphus would protect him fiercely. In fact, he did after the war was over. None of them had an easy childhood, though Rodolphus could say that Rabastan had it difficult because he craved for his parents attention. The fool never learned that no attention was better than bad attention. As opposed to that, Rod was under constant scrutiny and any thing less than perfect earned a punishment. 

“His and mother’s health… I recieved an owl from their personal healers that they had been both missing their appointments” he explained. “Did you know anything of that?” He then asked. After all, he lived in the house, he could at least keep an eye on those things. Rodolphus nodded his head when his brother explained what was going on with his life. He quirked an eyebrow when he mentioned Lyanna Rowle. “Ah, she came to my office the other day” he commented non-chalantly. “A week off, huh?” He hummed. “Where are you supposed to head next? Northern Ireland again?” He asked curiously as he sipped his coffee. “With a lot of work” and most of that work wasn’t even that exciting. “I’m making a donation on behalf of our family to this mental institution in Cardiff… it would be important if you come with me” he told him, eyeing at him cautiously. It was part of the plan of clearing out his family name, and that included visiting places. “Bellatrix joined me in this orphanage a few months ago” he then added. “He even had to hold a child and everything” he added with an amused smirk.

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Rabastan furrowed his brows at Rod's words, confused. He didn't have any idea that their parents health had been any concern, or that they had been missing appointments. Why were their healers writing to Rodolphus and not him, considering he lived with them? Perhaps they had been writing and his mail was being intercepted, he certainly wouldn't put it past their parents to tell the elves to snoop through his letters before giving them to him. "No, I hadn't a clue." He answered honestly, head shaking slightly. "But if you can get me their schedule I can make sure they end up at their appointments. You'd think they'd wanna go just to be away from me for a little bit, but I had been out of town for a week." Rabastan shrugged, taking the last bite of his apple and tossing the core into the bin.

"Lyanna went to see you? What'd she want from you?" Rab asked, leaning forward with interest. He wasn't aware Lyanna was having financial trouble and wondered if there was anything he could do to help her. His shoulders shrugged at his next question, "Not sure, I just go where I'm told. As far as I'm aware the riots in Ireland have settled for now. Hopefully I'll just be stationed in town, all this traveling gets a bit tiring." As much as he enjoyed seeing different places, it wasn't quite as exciting being there for work rather than pleasure. Rabastan snorted, laughing rather hard at the thought of Bellatrix holding someone else’s baby. "Bellatrix? Held a child? Willingly?" He asked, still laughing as he relaxed back into his seat once again. "Yeah I'll go with you this time, but only for Bella's sake. Wouldn't want to subject her to such hardships again. When is it?"

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“I’m sure the weight of expectation takes a toll,” she offers quietly, trying to soften the severity of her earlier opinion. Even if it was true, she probably shouldn’t go around comparing them, particularly when she had just asked Rodolphus for his help. She had grown bored of waiting for her parents or Thor to find a suitable replacement for her dead fiance, not when she wanted a family so much. She wasn’t getting any younger an it seemed every woman she knew (and respected) was already married. Even Andromeda, repulsive as that arrangement was, had found herself a husband and had a daughter. Why couldn’t she? Rodolphus could help her manage her money to get what she wanted. 

She blushes slightly at his wink. She held so many secrets already, ones that weighed her down and made her feel heavy as cinder blocks. But somehow, the way Rabastan suggests it, doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. Lyanna hides behind her own menu, hazel eyes flicking over the options. “I was bored,” she casts a rancorous glance above the top of her menu, “it was very cruel of you to leave me unattended, especially at the Gala. I had to dance with a halfbood and talk to him. About quidditch! Like I care what the Hollyhead Harpies are doing? I don’t Rabbit. I don’t. I’m trying to commune with the dead! What are you getting? I’m thinking a salad, I don’t know maybe some chips?”

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Rabastan opened his mouth to make a comment about Rodolphus, but figured it might be in his best interest not to say anything. It was a rabbit hole he didn't want to go down, and he knew Lyanna well enough to know she wouldn't want to speak ill of him. Instead he laughed at her next words, harder than he intended. Was she really that upset that he couldn't attend the Gala with her? He had written her a letter letting her know he couldn't get the evening off from work, he hoped that would have been enough. "My condolences, m'dear. I can only imagine the torture you ensued without my presence. Next time I'll simply go AWOL from my post to attend the dance with you." Rabastan teased. "Although the Harpies are having a good season, I don't blame him for wanting to talk about that." He added, to simply remind her that he was a quidditch fan himself, though he always knew not to bring it up with her knowing she didn't care.

"I was thinking a sandwich. BLT sounds exactly what I need right now." He said, closing his menu before looking back up to her. "Why don't you order your salad and I'll get extra chips with my sandwich so we can share?" He suggested before glancing over her shoulder to grab the attention of the server.

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Fawn had been in such a terrible state when she last saw Rabastan. River’s funeral had been a breaking point in her life and the only reason she didn’t loose her shit right there was because he had been there. But the second she was home alone, it was as if the sweet and docile girl exploded. She never remember the episodes as they happened, it was more like things went blank and when she recovered the conscience, the damage we already done. 

When she left home that night, with nothing but her wand and a few galleons in her pocket, going to his place was not even an option, not because she didn’t trust him, but because she knew his family would never welcome her. Fawn might be kind, but she wasn’t an idiot. Besides, his brother had always been quite intimidating. Once she was far away and alone with her thoughts, she considered on writing him a letter, apologizing and letting him know that she still loved him, but the truth was that everything was so painful and thinking about Rabastan often implied thinking about River. That was the only thing she regretted, and when the thought of reaching out came to her mind, she was too afraid. 

“Um… well, I first came back when I found out about my parents’ death” she told him, and that was a few months after the war ended. “And then I went back and forth for a while and eventually I settled back in” she explained and then looked down at her hands, just like she did whenever she was nervous. But then she swallowed and said what she needed to say. “I am sorry” she said, finally looking back at him. “For leaving like that and not reaching out…” she needed to to get that out of her chest, she would forever feel awkward around him if she didn’t apologize. “I… nothing made sense and I felt very lost and overwhelmed” I still do. There were other feelings she could add to the mix, like heartbroken and furious and empty. Fawn later found out that her parents said she went to the US to visit some aunts and deal with the pain overseas, but that wasn’t the truth.

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It wasn't often that Rabastan didn't know what to say, but in this moment he really was at a loss. Years ago there would have been so much to say, it took him a long time to get over Fawn. He'd had problems with dating after she'd left, never able to fully commit to somebody out of fear of losing them the same way he lost her. If this were fifteen years ago there would have been a chance that he would have broken down at the sight of her, but now he didn't know what to do. It was like he was looking at a ghost, it felt so surreal.

"Sorry to hear about your parents." He mumbled, though the words weren't entirely truthful. It was the right thing to say, but he knew the way her parents treated her and River, and honestly he thought Fawn was better off without them. He wondered if their relationship had gotten any better over the years, but if she didn't come back home until their deaths, he assumed it hadn't. Noticing her looking down at her hands, Rabastan couldn't help himself from smiling slightly. She'd been doing that for as long as he could remember whenever she was feeling uneasy.

A frown returned to his lips as Fawn began apologizing and one of his hands came up and made a waving motion as though he was physically waving away her apology. "Don't." He said simply, "You don't owe me an apology, Fawn. I understand." If this were anybody else he might have expected an apology, but she'd been through so much at such a young age, she needed to get away. "You were in pain, and you were just a kid. A lot of people do a lot of irrational things when they're in pain. Really, I understand." He offered her another gentle smile. "I hope you were able to find happiness while you were gone."

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“That’s debatable, considering I am the one filling in the family vault with the gold that’s used to cover the expenses in here… including that apple” he reminded him, pointing at the fruit his brother had in his hand. “I think it’s perfectly fair, and that is exactly how things work” he and Bellatrix were going to have a baby sooner than later and he wanted the child to grow up in the Lestrange Manor, as it was supposed to. He would be the head of the family, not Rabastan. “You have your own house” he said simply. And it didn’t matter whether Bella got or not the house. One thing was to be a rebel, but other very different is to live off their parents’ money. There was nothing rebelious about that, merely him parasiting off the family money instead of using his own.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes when Rabastan went past him like that. He was such a baby, it was annoying, but he avoided giving him the satisfaction of reacting to each and every one of his childish antics. Rod then called one of the elves and instructed him to make him a coffee and take it to him. Naturally, the elf was delighted to fulfill that task.

“I am here because I needed a word with Father” he responded before sitting down on his usual spot by the fireplace. Soon enough, the elf was back with his coffee and Rod nodded his head, thanking him. “So, what’s up? How’s work?” He asked curiously.

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Rabastan had been, thankfully, facing away from Rodolphus as he went on about being the breadwinner of the family. His eyes rolled and he mocked him under his breath, "I'm the one filling the family vault." Rabastan shook his head as he turned the corner into the family room and sat down. In reality, Rabastan knew he shouldn't be freeloading off his parents money, but it's the least they could do for him after giving him a shitty childhood. He didn't feel bad about it, and he would certainly stop when the house and money went entirely to Rodolphus. It wasn't his brother's fault for the way their parents treated him.

"What about?" He questioned curiously, getting comfortable in his spot on the sofa by slouching back and putting his feet up on the table. Stretching one arm behind his head, Rabastan let out a soft sigh, fully relaxed. "Work's fine, just got back from Northern Ireland, actually. Riots broke out and they needed crowd control for a couple weeks. Wasn't quite as exciting as I'd hoped it be, but I managed to get in a bit of combat." That wasn't the point in him being there, but it was always nice to practice his dueling skills. "Got home yesterday, had lunch with Lyanna then slept until a couple hours ago. They gave me the rest of the week off, so I'll probably be an annoying houseguest until I have to go back." Rabastan chuckled slightly before taking another bite from his apple, "What about you?" He asked through a full mouth.

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She nuzzles against him for the brief moment of their hug, disregarding propriety once more for the sake of comfort. If Rabastan Lestrange, an heir to one of the greatest and most pure bloodlines in wizarding history could publicly hug her, she could hug him back. He deserved to be appreciated. He deserved to have all his hard work acknowledged. He deserved to be celebrated. She could give him that, at least -though she felt it could be so much more. 

“Well you were away for so long and I had nothing to remember you by,” she hums in response, “well no. I did see your brother and I guess that’s sort of the same. But not really. You’re more handsome and interesting.” She speaks idly, making her way back to the table and taking her seat once more. Lyanna can feel herself blushing at his comments and keeps her face turned away until it fades. The second child, and a daughter at that, who would ever think of her first? She’s already failed miserably at her one task of forging a marriage alliance. “Oh, not that Rudolphus isn’t just perfectly amazing, I mean. I didn’t men to insult him please don’t think I meant it that way. I would never speak poorly of your family Rab,” she pours her next words out nervously, afraid she’s insulted him without meaning to. She swallows the fear that she’s annoyed him before they’ve even had a chance to order. 

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Rabastan couldn't help the cocky smirk that hit his lips as the pair of them sat down at the table. Hearing her praises did nothing but boost his already inflated ego, but knowing somebody thought he was more handsome and interesting than his brother sent an unfamiliar satisfactory feeling through him. No one had ever told him he was more than Rodolphus, he's only ever been told he needed to be more like him. Rabastan enjoyed knowing that somebody thought so highly of him.

"Oh, please." He chuckled slightly as Lyanna continued on. "Rodolphus gets nothing but praise all the time, he needs to be knocked down a peg, in my opinion." Picking up the menu in front of him, Rabastan's eyes scanned over his options before he glanced back up her again. "Don't worry, anything said between the two of us stays between us. It'll be our little secret." He sent her a wink before looking back down to the menu. The café didn't have many choices for lunch and he'd decided on a simple sandwich and a cup of tea, knowing he would likely want to nap once he'd got back home. "So what have you been up to the past few weeks? Were you terribly bored without me?"

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It was a good thing Fawn wasn’t holding anything in her hands because she would’ve dropped it and create a mess. She knew that being back in England implied running into familiar faces, people from the past. She thought she had been ready for that. Well, she was wrong.

Years did nothing but wonders to Rabastan Lestrange. He grew several inches and looked great. Still as handsome as he remember, if not more. Fawn had often thought of him while she was ago, but eventually she had to stop. Thinking about Rabastan and whatever she had felt for him in the past meant also thinking about River and that was just too painful for her to handle.

The last time she saw Rabastan had been at River’s funeral and he had been the only one that took a word out of Fawn’s mouth, who had been pretty much catatonic the entire ceremony. “Rabastan” she spoke softly. She might’ve gone through a lot of shit, but her softness was something that was still pretty much within her. “Seventeen years” she responded, blinking slowly, still too stunned to see him here. “I… you look great” she then said, quickly shaking her head slowly, as in forcing herself out of that cloud filled with past memories.

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Seventeen years, yet it passed by like a blink of the eye. So much had happened since she was sent away, if that was even the truth of the matter. The story never added up to him, but it wasn't as if he could have just went and asked her parents about it. They didn't know they had been together at the time and he wasn't going to make things worse by telling them about it.

He never thought he'd see Fawn again and Rabastan had mourned the loss of her alongside River. It was quite possibly the worst time of his life, only being edged out by the time he'd almost died at the end of the war. He thought of the two of them often, his best friend and girlfriend both gone within a matter of days. No one knew how difficult it was for him, he rarely talked about it. He didn't feel like he had anybody to talk to about it.

"Thanks, so do you." Rabastan responded with a soft smile. She really did look good, just like he remembered but much more mature, time had done well for her. "How long have you been back?" He asked, genuinely curious. He wondered if it had been awhile and maybe she'd been avoiding him. He wouldn't have blamed her, surely he was a reminder of her lost brother. "How have you been? I can't believe you're here." Fawn had always brought out a softer side of him, like she was the only person he was able to be vulnerable around. Rabastan didn't know what to think or how to feel, but he was admittedly happy to see her alive.

Rodolphus was never thrilled when it came to visiting his parents, especially his father. There were many reasons to that, including one nasty scar on his back. But he was the eldest and the one responsible of the family finances and that house, once his parents died, was going to be his. It wasn’t stipulated anywhere, but that’s what happened, he was the heir, so he was keeping the house. It was tradition. Rodolphus walked into the Lestrange Manor and house elves were immediately fawning over him. He was a cold man, but he had always treated those creatures with some respect. or at least he didn’t treat them like shit, which was saying a lot. One of the elves mentioned that his brother was home and Rod rolled his eyes. “Of course he is” he murmured.

After making sure his parents were okay, he headed towards the kitchen and found his there. “This is my house and I came to visit mother and father” he responded calmly, or more likely it was going to be, but Rodolphus liked to make things clear from the very begining. “And I could ask you the same thing” he said, raising a brow. “Don’t you have a house of your own?”

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"Not your house yet, mate." Rabastan replied, chomping down on his apple again. As long as their parents were still alive, the house didn't belong to Rodolphus and he liked to take every opportunity to remind him. "Besides, I don't really think it's fair that you're getting the house. You get everything else, you can't just give me the house? Won't you be getting the Black's house, anyway? No need for two." The grin on his lips was the obvious tell that he didn't actually care, but what were little brothers for, if not to annoy the shit out of their older brother?

"Yeah, I've got my own home." He answered, "But why would I go there? My bed here is much more comfortable, and there's all I can eat free food in the kitchen." Rabastan smirked, moving from his spot against the doorframe and heading down the hallway, intentionally running into Rodolphus' shoulder with his own. "Be honest, you're only here because you missed me." He teased, turning into the family room and plopping down on the sofa.

Rabastan had no reason to be at his parents house. He had no need to stay there or eat their food, he had everything he needed in his own apartment. But he loved knowing the fact that he continued basically living with his parents got on their nerves. He found himself in their kitchen, rifling through cabinets in search of something to snack on. Eventually he gave up, simply snatching an apple off the counter and taking a bite from it on his way out of the room. Stepping into the family room, Rabastan stopped and leaned on the doorframe, smiling. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He questioned his brother through a full mouth. Truthfully, Rodolphus was much more welcome than he was, but Rabastan always acted surprised to see him.