Rabastan agreed wholeheartedly. Whatever could be said against Albus Dumbledore, one had to admit that he would never let this carry on for so long as it had. Children, more specifically, his children, were missing, and there was no explanation, none at all. Meda he could have understood, could have even felt a bit better about, because she had a tendency to run off unexpectedly, to find a private place of her own to sort matters out. Though as her father he couldn't pretend to understand it, he always wanted to help her work them out, he did know what it was like to be in a situation that felt overwhelming, maddening, and to want nothing more than to escape. Had Meda alone been gone he would have been worried, but he would have assumed that wherever she was, she was there of her own free will, that she could return if she got hungry or cold or wanted company.

However, with Alexander gone too, the scene in his mind turned from innocent teenage rebellion to something more sinister. Both of them had not just disappeared. Both of them had not wandered off. Someone had his children. Someone was holding them with some sort of motive, perhaps they had even hidden them in the castle, and no one would do what was necessary to find them. He was determined, and he knew his wife was too, to search every part of this castle with a fine toothed comb if that was what it took to find them. Azkaban had taught him that caring for material things, such as money and property, was worthless, but he was proud, and full of love, for this family he and Narcissa had created. The family, specifically his children, were what he credited with making the horrors of that place fade, and they were responsible with making him look younger than he had when he was first released. They gave him his life, and now someone might be taking theirs.

Rabastan turned slightly, and his eyes caught a flash of blonde hair. Was it....

"Meda!" Without hesitation he took several quick, wide strides toward the blonde girl in the window sill, certain it was his daughter now. "Meda Lestrange, you broke the rules." his voice was gruff, but his eyes betrayed the worry he had had for her, the sort of feeling that can only come from a parent concerned about the possibility of losing a child. "You've had your mother and I worried out of our minds."