Rabastan's journal entertained him, but as most things with him, he grew bored of it rather quickly. Snapping it shut, he slipped it into the inner pocket of his robes. Standing from the bed, he walked out into the corridor, turning his head to see who was present.

It appeared Rodolphus had left already, though he knew that he really could've been anywhere considering the size of the Manor. But he decided to use that as an excuse to leave as he didn't particularly feel like search.

Drawing his wand, Rabastan Disapparated on the spot, appearing not a moment later outside of the pub. He slipped his wand away as he walked in, spotting his brother immediately. Walking over to him, he sat on the stool right next to him.

"I'll have what he's having."