Oops? | Septima
Home.
Home.
The Manor?
Which Manor was it again? He was sure that his brother was home now from the latest mission and that meant- Oh. Oh no no no no. Not that Manor, then, since he was probably reacquainting himself with his wife. Ew. Cissa, then? Cissa and Luce would always welcome him into Malfoy Manor - they loved him - but, oh. Ew. They too, were married, and trying for... a family. So who would be ok taking him in right now? Rabastan ran through the list of names in his head as he headed over to the nearest apparation spot in Knockturn, hand sifting through his dark hair as his back pressed against the wall. Fab? No. Any of the Death Eaters? No. Who-
Sep.
He could most definitely head over to her this late. She wouldn't mind; she couldn't. He hadn't actually done this in a while, to be honest. He'd have to surprise her. It had to be special if he was just going to be visiting her out of the blue at two in the morning the way he was. Drunk. The Death Eater cocked his head, staring at her home before a wide grin came over his face. "The window!" With little warning, Rab made his way towards the home of his former professor-former girlfriend and bypassed the door completely to take to the window just as he had told himself. Giggling while climbing on the thick vines on the wall, he had little problem actually getting to her bedroom window. The trick, however, was to get her to open up. He knocked repeatedly on the glass, hopeful, stifling his boyish laughter.
"Septima! Sept! Sapte? Ouvrir la fenêtre, mon amour!" He snickered but tried to hide it. "You-You know it's cold- haha- love, it's cold outside! Save me!" Was it really? No. Was she going to let him in even if it wasn't? Yes. Still. He had to make sure. Insurance was key. Septima had the key to the window so Septima was key then. To insurance. It was perfect.
