#rcbastan

heels clicking against the marble as she stepped off the lift - happy to be away from the bustle of the lunch crowd, a long lunch was a bit of a reward for her first lead, a day of great luck and perhaps that was her need to not bask in talent -- it was easier to rule it off as luck, that she thought that perhaps spreading that luck would be her good gesture for the day. rabastan lestrange was hard to miss -- really, it was agitating how well put together the man was, if that wasn’t enough to get your knickers in a twist, his ability to do his job impartially would drive you mad and there he was with a polite smile as a level 3 crony droned on and on -- she had been the poor victim of nigel’s incessant stories the other day and she lost a good hour of her life, “oh mr. lestrange --” she called, as if the shrill could convey the panic, “we’ve got a bit of a situation --” smiling rather apologetically, “you’re going to have to excuse us, nigel”