Starter for: Bellatrix Lestrange @brutal-bellatrix Where: Lestrange Manor
Once Rabastan had gathered enough energy to think coherently, the first thing on his mind had been the Dark Lord's work. It was at this point that he'd started to analyse the events of the last week or so, considering - with some irritation - whether his actions could have been better. There was nothing more important to him than the cause. He was devoted, blindly and dangerously. So the fact that his own choices had restricted him from pursuing it filled him with such annoyance that, at this point, while still ailing, it was not healthy.
Tasks that were simple and non-controversial had already been distributed by the Dark Lord himself, or by those beneath him. The remaining, Rabastan wanted to discuss with Bellatrix. Thus, he'd invited her to Lestrange Manor, where he currently sat at a desk in his childhood study, stubbornly intending to use his time wisely. A few letters were piled-up, ready to be sent; books lay open with passages marked, to be found useful later; he had written some scrolls for Emmeline, so that she could take over his objects at their business. He had not attempted any practical work, still unwilling to touch curses while still in an inconveniently enfeebled state. It was beginning to drive him to his wits' end.
So he was relieved to hear Bellatrix's familiar stride in the corridor outside the room. She would provide at least a semblance of usefulness. He waved his wand at the door, which swung inwards on its hinges, and called out, "In here, Bella."
