"Uh, I hope not." Rabastan said quietly, trying to look anywhere but at the banner. On one hand he was glad Rodolphus was so proud of him, so delighted by what he'd accomplished and yet on the other hand it was seriously embarrassing. He doubted half the people here even knew his name or what the fuss was about.
He glanced up at Lucius and nodded. While he didn't like drinking normally he felt that a little something now might soothe him a bit. "Just some Butterbeer, please."