#thread;athena

Having learned of the dire dinner from Alecto, Rabastan thought it prudent to check upon his protégée. The whole affair was largely irrelevant, aside from the lamentable fact that the chaos would affect his hard work. He had devoted time and attention to Athena. He did not wish to see her come to harm, and neither did he want these personal matters to affect her focus on the cause. That was the most important element of all. It bewildered him how such relationships could become so messy - but then again, with Thorfinn at the centre, he was not so surprised. For all his fellow Death Eaters' high claims to loyalty, they were remarkably lax about it in every day life.

He chose to apparate to Athena's home without prior warning. It was not the correct way of doing things, but he did not wish to give her the opportunity to make an excuse or lie about her wellbeing. So there he was, standing in the entryway of her apartment and scanning his eyes over the surroundings. It did not look too bad, if perhaps a little untidier than usual. He was not quite sure what to expect, but he sincerely hoped she had not gone off the rails. That would be inconvenient to rectify.

"Athena," he said eventually, having completed his study of the immediate vicinity. "Are you here?"