Lestrange "Manor"

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Rabastan couldnt take it any longer, he had to go out, he grabbed his cloak and made sure he was perfectly hidden, complete with a hood and left the house.

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Rabastan never came home that night, and was glad to see that there wasnt any evidence that Roman did either. He had been out.....drank with Rookwood and the Carrows, and saved to an extent Alecto Carrow from Kristoff Shadows.

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He didnt even bother to get any sleep, and made himself a cup of Dark Coffee, enjoying the warmth it brought to him from every drink.

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He finished his Dark Coffee and grabbed another cup and read the old Daily Prophet he had on the table, "Well....be grateful that they are not here." He started, "Yet....." He finished, he wrinkled up his nose in digust and realized he got the wrong flavor, his desire thought had changed it didnt taste good. He tidied himself up a bit and grabbed a clean cloak and headed out for a wake up call.

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Rabastan was annoyed by his fellow Deatheater, Rookwood. Always caring about people and trying to help them as oppose to caring about his own self. Rabastan returned and sat in the living room, pondering on what Rookwood said.

[Augustus Rookwood]

"Rabastan you idoit!" Rookwood shouted, it didnt take long for him to find out where he lived. He stopped, "Oh yeah...the door was open." He shook his head. "I never want to see you out in broad daylight again! Do you hear me!"

[mcGivney]

Rabastan was shaking out of his relfection when his good ole buddy came in, he took out his wand and pointed it at Rookwood. "Silencio." He muttered. "Now, listen to me!" He started. "Your not my bodyguard, and your most certianly not the Dark Lord....so stop ordering me around!" He rounded on Rookwood. "Oh...by the way I told Alecto that you fancy her."

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood mumbled and groaned, and started to go ballastic when Rabastan told him about Alecto. He took out his wand and pointed it at himself, and cast a non verbal spell. "You told Alecto what!?" He bellowed.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan looked impressed, his wand pointing at Rookwood still. Perhaps it was time for a friendly duel. "Impressive, non-verbal spells. I can see why the Dark Lord has kept you in his ranks." He nodded. "Yes...you heard what I said I told Alecto that you fancy her."

[Augustus Rookwood]

In just about mid-sentence Rookwood withdrew his wand shouted, "Expelliarmus!" A flash of light imerged from Rookwood's wand and soared to Rabastan.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan's eyes widened and he was hit square in the chest he soared about 10 feet and a hit a wall, his wand several feet in front of him. "Fast dueler......." Rabastan stated, sprining to his feet. "By the way....Alecto was drunk on Fairy Wine when I told her."

[Augustus Rookwood]

"You son of a gun." Rookwood rolled his eyes, and gave Rabastan back his wand. "You could of told me that earlier! But I guess now we are equal." He smirked.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan pocketed his wand and led Rookwood into the living room, having him sit and poured to glasses of Butterbeer handing it to him. "Why do you keep following me?"

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood took the drink and stood up. "Rab! You dont get it do you? Fellow Deatheaters are supposed to be watching out for each other, thats the whole point of this heirloom thing, besides the Dark Lord would want it. He'd hate to have any of his followers die." Rookwood finished, so tense and stressed, sitting down.

[mcGivney]

Rabastan nodded. "darn, he's trained you well." Rabastan acknowledged, sipping his drink.