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Rabastan Lestrange (rabby) wrote in asphodel,
@ 2008-05-01 16:32:00

Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Tala Travers
What: A date!
When: This evening. A little before 7.
Where: Le Chateau Pur
Rating: TBD

If there was one thing Rabastan truly loved about himself, it was his surname. Squeezing in a reservation at such a fine restaurant, especially under such short notice, may have been impossible for some, but the family line, as well as bank account made it possible. And he did it all on his own. He was rather proud of himself.

Rabastan fixed his collar as he gazed at his reflection, dressed in fine dress robes. He made a point not to tell his parents, his mother particularly. Her presence may have been scarce around the Lestrange Manor, but the young Death Eater knew very well that she would follow him around incessantly if she knew about this, more than likely with a comb in his hand.

Having attended formal social gatherings most of his like, dressing himself nicely wasn't very difficult for Rabastan. He did look rather regal, and handsome even, though he didn't really notice the latter.

Leaving a note for Rodolphus, Rabastan didn't even bother leaving his room as he drew his wand and Disapparated on the spot. He had been to the Travers home before, but not for anything like this. Appearing outside the perimeter, he nervously bit the inside of his lip.

Attacking a group of hex-crazy Mudbloods. Not a problem.

Being completely surrounded by Aurors. Not a problem.

Courting the lovely Miss Tala Travers. Absolutely terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, Rabastan patted down his robes before proceeding forward. He came to a stop right outside the door, slipping away his wand and knocking promptly.

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typically_tala
2008-05-01 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Tala had never been quite so nervous in her entire life. She was good at playing nonchalant, but it didn't stop the slight shaking of her hands. She's spent the majority of the day fretting about what she was going to wear, despite having an entire closet full of formal wear. Eventually, she settled on sleek blue dress robes overlayed in a sheer black. They suited her perfectly, accentuating her curves, and making her look the way she was always taught a woman should look, sophisticated and sexy.

Her only company had been the house-elf she'd inherited, who gushed at 'her mistresses beauty.' Bubbles always did dote on Tala when she was a young girl.

When she heard the knock on the door and came out into the foyer to see Bubbles rushing to answer it, greeting Rabastan with bows and bidding him to come inside. Tala had to remind herself to breathe when she saw him. He truly was the most handsome man she'd ever beheld, "Hello, Rabastan," she barely breathed, with a small, pleased smile.

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rabby
2008-05-02 04:23 am UTC (link)

Rabastan's gaze fell to the house elf. The faintest smirk appeared across his face; he really had a thing for picking on them, but Tala's voice snapped him out of his thoughts before he did something stupid.

Stepping inside, he looked at her, and his brows lifted. Sure, he's seen her plenty of times during Hogwarts and also during various raids, though he hardly counted that seeing as they were all draped in black and wearing masks. But seeing her in such a fine gown really accented a beauty that he already knew she had. He had to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.

He walked over to her, staring down for a moment before it occurred to him to take her hand. The sight of her put a smile on his face, albeit a little shy. "Tala." He inclined his head slightly. "Shall we?"

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typically_tala
2008-05-02 04:46 am UTC (link)

To say she was thrilled when he took her hand would be a slight understatement. Tala was elated, but she managed to restrain her excitement. A light, happy smile quirked her lips even as her heart accelerated in pace. Was it possible for this to actually be real? It seemed as though it must be just a vision, a figment of her imagination. He was too perfect.

Her name sounded sweet coming from his lips. At his question, she nodded slightly, "I'm ready when you are."

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rabby
2008-05-02 05:31 am UTC (link)

Rabastan nodded, turning to stand next to her but keeping hold of her hand. He glanced at her before leading her to the door, the coy grin seemingly etched into his face. He hoped he was doing a fairly decent job keeping himself under control. Girls hadn't seemed interested in him during school, not that he knew of at least, so he was still fairly surprised, pleasantly, that she had pursued him in the first place.

Once outside, he let go of her hand, bending at the elbow and offering his arm instead. With his other hand, he reached into his robes, pulling out his wand from the inner pocket. He turned his head, looking down at her, waiting for her to take his arm before he would Apparate.

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typically_tala
2008-05-02 11:39 am UTC (link)

He was acting just like she always thought a gentleman should. Mysterious in his near silence, yet completely sure of himself. She liked to see his smile, so she kept peeking up at him, hopefully in an unnoticable manner. Tala knew that it was a bit unconvintional for the woman to persue the man, but now that they were together, well, she had stepped back to let Rabastan take the lead and she was impressed.

She took slow, deep breaths to soothe her nerves, fighting the disappointment that bubbled up in her momentarily when he released her hand. However, he then offered his arm. When he looked at her, the smiled came back to her lips. It was beginning to set in. This was real...so she took his arm, ready to be whisked away.

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rabby
2008-05-03 08:40 pm UTC (link)

The way she let him take control was new to Rabastan. Yes, he had forcefully taken control in his Death Eater mindset, but this was different. She was allowing him to do this under a more pleasant situation, and he had to admit, he rather liked it. However, he was not obvious to the fact Tala was a strong woman and knew better than to take advantage of such a situation.

Rabastan glanced down at her, smiling softly as she took his arm. Flicking his wand, the two cast into darkness, reappearing a moment later reappearing but a moment later in front of the restaurant, which bared greater resemblance to a small castle rather than a building.

Le Chateau Pur. Blind to the Muggle eye and only available to those who could spare pretty penny, which Rabastan no doubt could. Though accustomed to attending high-class social events and going to fine eateries, it wasn't actually his thing, but he thought she would appreciate it.

Leading Tala inside, they were greeted by a doorman, dressed fine dress robes. "Reservation?"

"Two under Lestrange," Rabastan said. The man glanced at his booklet. There appeared to be many people waiting, but he gestured with his hand, turning to lead Rabastan and Tala to a table immediately.

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typically_tala
2008-05-03 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Tala let a small smirk cross her lips when they arrived and were immediately taken to be seated. That was one of the many things she loved about being pureblooded. It was known to her even before then that the Lestrange's were very prestigious, moreso than her own name. It was nice to see it in play, to be part of the entire display, situated on Rabastan's arm.

She looked up at her date, "This is a wonderful choice, Rabastan," her voice was appreciative and lilting. It was obvious that they recognized 'priority' there when they saw it. She very rarely treated herself out anywhere quite so nice, seeing as she was by herself. It had been a lonely existance for the last year, and this was the perfect remedy, with the perfect person.

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rabby
2008-05-04 04:09 am UTC (link)

As they arrived at the table, Rabastan turned his head, looking down at her with a light smile. "I'm glad you think so, Tala." And he genuinely was glad as he had been so sure before hand that he was going to screw something up. So far, he appeared to be doing quite well.

Unhooking their arms, Rabastan stepped to the side, pulling down a chair for her to sit down. He may have never taken a woman out before, but he wasn't completely oblivious to the niceties. Growing up around Rodolphus and his father had ensured that.

Whenever she took a seat, Rabastan walked around the table to the chair opposite her and took a seat. Immediately, a waiter approached with two wine glasses and a rather generous bottle. His face remained indifferent to the sight of them, but he honestly was relieved. He needed something to calm his nerves.

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typically_tala
2008-05-04 04:26 am UTC (link)

It seemed that every little thing that he did was going to impress Tala. She was quite taken with him to begin with, and he turned out to have impeccable taste and manners.

She took the seat he pulled out for her and smiled at the sight of the wine, rather pleased to see it. She had a feeling that without it, she would never be able to drop the completely proper mannerisms. She didn't want Rabastan to think she was wound too tightly, and she felt she'd done very little to prove herself anything but overly prim.

"What would you suggest?" she asked, glancing at the menu. She really hoped she wasn't buggering this up. If she botched it, she had no idea how she would ever let herself live with it.

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rabby
2008-05-04 06:19 am UTC (link)

Rabastan quickly took his wine glass once the waiter poured his drinking, taking a sip that was perhaps a little to large to be deemed 'proper'. He forced himself to take it away from his mouth and set it back down before he drank the entire thing all at once.

He too just wanted to be a little more relaxed. Yes, he knew all the proper mannerisms, but he didn't typically use them if the situation didn't call for him. They certainly didn't define him. Rodolphus had told him to be himself, which he preferred to his other suggestion. At the same time, he found Tala very breath taking with beauty that he couldn't help but feel nervous, though he was glad he directed it into seeming overly proper rather than blubbering like a fool. At the same time, he couldn't keep the silly grin off his face.

Rabastan lightly bit the back of his bottom lip in thought, lifting his menu. His eyes scanned down the list. "I do happen to enjoy the veal myself."

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typically_tala
2008-05-04 01:12 pm UTC (link)

Tala managed to hold her wine steadily rather than it shaking like she thought it might. Her hands had never been unsteady until then, but it was possibly the first time in her life that she'd been quite so anxious. She took a small sip, finding the taste very pleasing.

Tala nodded to acknowledge his connotationd, but then something else caught her eye, "While the veal is very tempting, I find that I'm rather partial to the lamb," she told him with a slow smile. She looked up at the waiter, "J'aurai l'agneau avec les légumes et le riz cuits à la vapeur." She ordered her preference, having seen that they did in fact have it.

She looked back to Rabastan, waiting for him to order so they could begin truly getting to know one another.

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rabby
2008-05-04 04:09 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, I do like lamb as well," Rabastan replied, though he already had himself set on the veal. Something he commonly enjoyed but happened to know this restaurant happened to prepare it particularly well.

Rabastan arched an eyebrow as Tala spoke French rather well; he was undoubtedly impressed. Though his own parents attempted to give him lessons in that area as well when he was a child, the youthful Death Eater never quite picked up on it. Turning his head, he looked at the waiter. "The veal please. And rare."

The waiter took their menus, bowing in the slightest before before turning on his heel and departing. Holding his hands together on the table before him, Rabastan returned his attention to Tala. "So when we're not running in masks and black robes, what do you like to do for fun?"

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typically_tala
2008-05-04 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Tala took a well measured sip of her wine, smiling thoughtfully at his question. She leaned forward slightly after she set down her glass, her hands laying elegantly in front of her, "I suppose I'm fond of reading. My parents left a large library in their passing and I've read nearly every book on the shelves. I also have a love for music, but I suppose I'm rather secluded. Shopping can be fun on occasion, but I rarely venture out of the house. Although, I do go dancing sometimes, which is probably a shameful thing for me to admit to. Proper women aren't supposed to go dancing without a partner, are they?" she gave a light laughed, still unable to stop smiling, "I don't really have close friends. My brother is the only person that I actually talk to regularly, though I'm hoping that tonight will change that record."

Thinking over what she said, she took another drink, "I never realized how little I really do," it was delivered with a slight laugh, but she was secretly hoping he wasn't changing his mind about this. Did he think she was dreadfully boring? "What about you, Rabastan? How do you spend your days?" She was hoping to unravel some of the mystery that he had formed to her. She was entirely too intrigued by him.

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rabby
2008-05-04 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Rabastan didn't actually mind to hear that she preferred indoor activities, seeing as he preferred the same thing, so it ultimately reassured him that this relationship could possibly work.

He smiled faintly, reaching for his glass and taking hold of it. After another generous drink, he set it back down, keeping his fingertips wrapped around the stem. "I think the only thing proper women are supposed to do is sit around with girlfriends, drinking tea while giggling and whispering. That's what my mother always did when I was growing up at least. I reckon that would be rather boring if I do say so myself."

"I don't really have any close friends either. Rodolphus and I are... it's difficult to explain. I usually just occupy my time with solitary things, too. Potion making. Not in the traditional sense, I like playing around with different things and seeing what they do. I do enjoy watching Quidditch, though I never was interested in playing. And building models..." Rabastan trailed off. If Tala thought she sounded boring, Rabastan worried she struggled to stay awake.

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typically_tala
2008-05-04 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Tala laughed at his comment about 'proper women', "I hate that image. I would much rather read than gossip. If it was a conversation worth my time, with a person I enjoyed the company of, that is a different story. I think being proper is a bit overrated, but there's nothing wrong with having good manners. I suppose I'm happier when I'm allowed to relax, though. Minding my every movement is tiring," she agreed, the wine making her a bit braver. She was slightly surprised at how open she was, though it probably wasn't an entirely bad thing.

She listened intently as he spoke, her smile widening slightly, "I do dote on Ian. He's a smart man and I know that he'll make the correct decision when his time comes at graduation," she hinted lightly, knowing that Rabastan would probably pick up on the insinuation that Ian was going to be joining their forces in a short time, "Playing with potions can be dangerous but very rewarding if you get the perfect mix," she agreed, having done that a few times herself, "Personally, I'm rather fond of creating my own spells in my spare time. I'm better at charms and transfiguration than potions."

If anything, what he told her only made her want to know more. It seemed as though they would get along perfectly, and thus far, she was having a very pleasant evening.

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rabby
2008-05-04 08:51 pm UTC (link)

Rabastan's small smile grew. In fact, he felt the more open they became with each other, the more he really did enjoy her company. "I think I'm supposed to sit around all day in the parlor, smoking cigars and tasting wine with other fellow pure-bloods, and while I don't mind the occasional drink," he lifted his glass, moving it towards her slightly, as if toasting her, "I think spending all day doing such a thing would be rather unproductive. I suppose I let my hair down a little more often than my family would like, to be honest."

At this point, he certainly felt more relaxed about being on a date and also a little warm. He figured the wine was having it's desired effect, obviously so, considering how much he was speaking. That wasn't something he did very often except around a select few people. Bringing the glass to his lips, he finished the rest, setting it back down, so he could take the bottle and promptly refill the glass.

He couldn't help but let the slightest chuckle escape at the mention of her brother, picking up on the reference immediately. "I would certainly think so. And I'm sure he's had a great influence living with you."

As he definitely did feel relaxed, he leaned back into his chair a little. "It can be. I haven't had any horrible accidents yet, though. Not on me anyway." He smirked slightly at his last comment. "Do you now?" His eyebrows lifted with interest, and he leaned forward a little. "I've never been very good at Transfiguration myself."

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