Rabastan raised his hands, in mock surrender. "I only meant their eyes and hands would bleed trying to recreate some of those mistakes, not that YOU were a horrible speller or anything..." He'd missed this easy back and forth, a year had been far too long. Even when Ro had gotten married, they'd all been in the Inner Circle before long and spent most of their days together.
He nodded, "That it has, brother, that it has. So, what've you done for a year?" Rabastan laughs, "I mean, when did you take over mother's vacation home?"
His brother went to the icebox, and Rabastan moved further into the kitchen, sitting down in a chair. The only muggle thing he'd allowed into his life over the year was this thing they called "fast food," which he'd eaten before he came. Though, the first time he'd gone into one of these places, it hadn't been nearly fast enough and he'd had to cover up his outburst with some well-placed Obliviates. Pity, really, though the memory still made him smirk.