Rabastan had been standing in the shadows waiting for his contact in the Purists. He was supposed to meet the man, secure the address of the safehouse and get back out of Hogsmeade. It wasn't safe, hiding in plain sight, but it was working. The current DMLE couldn't find their own arses, certainly not escaped prisoners with high connections.
A pair of passing witches caught Rabastan's attention and for a moment he was taken back to his days at Hogwarts and days when he was more carefree. "Glynis?" He called out before he realised his mistake.
He raised his wand and stepped from the shadows, his hood up on his robes. He cast a silencing spell and took an aggressive few steps toward the pair of witches. He wasn't nearly disheveled or disturbed as one would think, he had been hiding in a proper pureblood home. "I mistook you for someone I knew, my apologies. I think we can just overlook this and go on. Yes?" It was more of a threat than a suggestion.