Starter for: @mckns At: The Three Broomsticks
Ingratiating himself with the Ministry was infuriating. But some distasteful things had to continue despite the absence of the Dark Lord and the lack of an organised uprising. Rabastan did not intend to rest, not while his brother was locked away - and not ever. So he had continued to maintain relationships with those who unfortunately mattered within the government. A few encounters were today, mostly on the topic of getting Rodolphus out of that hell-hole, with the promise of financial support from his family. Their name may have been blackened by recent events, but money still spoke and the Lestranges were neither ashamed nor weak. They were only silently enraged, biding their time until the correct circumstance presented itself.
Rabastan stepped into The Three Broomsticks, heading directly towards the bar at the end of the afternoon. Disregarding the other patrons, he chose a quiet spot in the corner and dispersed those closest to him with a subtle hostility that could not have been described as impolite, yet somehow still emanated from implacable features. His company would be here soon. Meanwhile, he gestured for the barmaid's attention.
