Starter for: @dahliaxgreengrass At: Slug & Jiggers Apothecary
Since the end of the war, Rabastan had largely isolated himself from other Death Eaters. It was the most prudent course of action. He did not want to be dragged to Azkaban, and he had to distract himself from the outrageous jubilation of the rest of the wizarding world. It angered him to see people rejoicing in the Dark Lord's defeat. So he occupied himself with his work and ignored the malcontent that viciously burned beneath his controlled exterior.
Today, however, he decided to abandon his resolution. He visited Diagon Alley with no other purpose than to check on Dahlia. He had thought of her lately. Pushing a palm against the Apothecary's door, it creaked open, sending the sound of a bell jingling into the musty corners. He found her soon enough, and took a moment to observe her before he spoke. She looked fine. He was glad.
"Hello, Dahlia. Are you busy this evening?" His demeanour was friendly, a smile even etching his lips for a brief moment. But though he had asked a question and would not object to any answer she chose to give, there was a sense of intrinsic expectation in his tone. He was accustomed to getting his own way. "I hope you've been well."
