Hestia was simply attempting to get herself some lunch from the Great Hall in between her classes. She didn’t expect to run into a familiar face- someone who completely got rid of her appetite. “Well you would have to accept failure but someone who’s actually smart and talented wouldn’t have to.” The response was automatic and snarky. Even though she didn’t want to have a conversation with him, she also wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to call him stupid.
a ghost of a smile draped its way onto rabastan’s lips when he heard a familiar voice insult him. at one point their interactions weren’t quite so icy. at one point nothing but a hot flame danced between them. but now they hadn’t spoken in a long time. both leaving each other just as quickly as they had found each other. rab wiped his face of any emotion as he turned to give her his full attention, “never said i would accept failure. because i’m not stupid enough to fall into such a situation, dear,” he added the pet name, almost like an after thought, “but oh wise one, feel free to write my essay,” a mocking smile grew on his lips.
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WESLEY’S TIME wasn’t often spent at the hogwarts castle these days. his internship at st. mungo’s kept him occupied, but during his off time he also assisted madame pomfrey in the medical wing. having just left from there, he wasn’t in the most cheery of moods (was he ever?) which is what prompted him to roll his eyes and grouse: “suppose you don’t plan on becoming a dragonologist any time soon.” as if it was any of his business.
to rabastan, minding one’s own business was key. what he did was none of anyone else’s concern. especially not someone like wesley nott. not that bastan knew much about the older boy, but that just made it more obvious he should butt his nose out of his business. with a harsh eye roll, bastan turned a side eye to the older student, “not worth my time as a matter of fact. and none of your business, mind telling me where i asked you?” he spoke, void of any emotion.
Who: Liliane & Anyone
Where: The Library
When: Wednesday, September 3
“That seat is open,” Liliane said absently, as she heard footsteps behind her. The library seemed unusually crowded at the moment; she wasn’t working anymore, although she still had a neat pile of books in front of her. Marguerite’s letter had stolen Liliane’s attention for now, and she probably should give up her seat and go write a reply in the dorm, but she didn’t feel like moving yet.
“did i ask?” rabastan remarked coolly, his words ice cold. truth was, he did need a spot to sit. he had to write a number of letters of various importance to scattered people. some he didn’t want the prying eyes of his housemates to see. usually this early in the term, he hadn’t expected so many students to crowd the library. it had done nothing to sooth the short tempered slytherin. however, image was important, “pardon me, busy libraries can make one,” he paused, “irritable,” he forced a smile, before taking the empty seat, pulling his ink, quill, and parchment.
when: september 6, 1980
where: outside, near the black lake
who: lily evans and anyone
The school year had started off successfully, and in between classes, clubs, and her duties with the prefects, Lily was starting to find her rhythm. Luckily, the weather was still nice enough to bring her studying outside, and with a wide array of books spread around her, it took quite a bit to make her look up. When she finally did, though, she could only shake her head, before calling out, “If you’re not careful you’ll fall in! Wouldn’t want to excite the squid this early in the year.”
it was never that rabastan had any personal issue with lily evans, but the sight of her flowing red hair had never ceased to cause a dull headache to throb at the front of his forehead. but he loved the lake, the giant squid being one of his favorite creatures. from where he stood in the tree, a branch dangling out over the water, he assumed they wouldn’t have to speak to one another. of course, lily would have to ruin his quiet contemplation, “evans, if i wanted to fall in, i would have,” his eyes rolled before he dropped, now holding onto the branch with ease, “besides, me and the squid get on just fine,”
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being as well versed as he was in the dark arts, bastan didn’t know why he continued on the path for defense against the dark arts. sure, it did help cover for his death eater ties, something he didn’t claim too loudly, but the class always felt beneath him. as he walked out of the classroom, he couldn’t stop the bored sigh from escaping his lips, his eyes rolling as he recalled the essay he had been assigned by the fool of a teacher. mumbling to himself as he trotted down the stairs, “why in the bloody hell, would anyone subject themselves to trying to defend against a bloody dragon? might as well accept your failure and die right there,”
hello everyone !! i’m digby and i have a hyper fixation !! i’m literally already working on a second app hehehe far more important tho !! here is my garbage boy rabastan
･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( itzan escamilla, cis male, he/him ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 RABASTAN LESTRANGE, the NINTH year SLYTHERIN student ! i hear that the NINETEEN year old is known to be DUTIFUL and INTUITIVE and also very BRUTAL and DISDAINFUL. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD and leaning towards the side of the DEATH EATERS is a lot more telling.
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as the youngest lestrange, rabastan felt like he could never leave the shadow of his older brother. he never felt good enough for his parents, probably because they insisted on telling him so any chance they could. he was a disappointment. that never stopped him from trying to prove otherwise. to prove himself to be just as capable of leading the family to even grander things.
quite the skilled potion maker and magical historian. in his mind these were essential to any good wizard. of course his father looked down on these talents, holding them close to silly things muggles could do. so because of this, rabastan put a lot of work into becoming a skilled duelist. of course, most of this talent came from sly and cheaty spells, but to rab, this was just being the smarter duelist.
truthfully, he finds the blood purity thing stupid. magic is magic, and it would be impossible for muggles to use magic unless they really were wizards, therefore muggle borns must be real wizards. however, due to feeling like he needs to conform, and that he needs to have this attention and validation from his family, he follows the pureblood supremacy ideals. not to mention the power trip he gets from it all.
due to never feeling it in his home life, rabastan sought out power in any form he could. one of those ways was through various pets and creatures. while never cruel to them, he did require all of them to be well trained, and to follow all his commands to a T.
never raised in a house with kindness, it’s all a strange concept to him. while he has plenty of friends, he doesn’t have a delicate nature with them. at times, he can be harsh with them as well.
as the slytherin prefect, he doesn’t take the job as seriously as he should. often abusing the position for his own benefit, manipulating situations for his own gain. its just another power trip
while he’s not a great team player, his strong build makes him a fantastic keeper. its one of the only things he truly takes seriously. he loves winning, he loves being the reason the team wins.
being vice president of the potions club makes his blood boil. he believes he’s far better than the rest of the club, even if that’s not the case. now for most of the meetings he just goes around correcting people, and telling them what they’ve just ruined.
being good at potions, and having such a powerful last name sealed him a spot in the slug club. he hates it, and thinks its a load of pompous busy bodies all around. but the connections will be useful for his future, so he puts up with it all, charming smile coming when needed.
