LOCATION: East India House. FEATURING: Rabastan Lestrange. @youngestxlestrange
There were few unsavoury characters in the midst of the Sacred Twenty-Eight that Rosalie typically liked to avoid, but that was near impossible during such an occasion. Rabastan was not usually on that list. Quite the contrary. But after the rather humiliating end to a Valentine’s date, she was rightfully scorned. When it came to approaching him, Rosalie concealed her distaste behind the natural stony exterior she displayed. Her eyes were cold as she greeted him. The smile that she forced was both eerie and mystifying. “Rabastan,” Rosalie began, offering her hand out to maintain formality and tradition. “How delightful to see you this evening.”


















