Re: Fenrir/?
Rabastan hated this type of parties. Too much politeness and not enough torture. He liked the parties at the manor so much more, but then Bella had better ideas when it came to party planning.
He grabbed a glass of champagne, growling at no one in particular. What good was a bottle of fine champagne when you couldn't Crucio someone while sipping it.
Then he saw Greyback. He was a monster, people said, but the man surely knew how to have fun. Rabastan approached him, grinning. "I said you look like you're thinking of much nicer activities than this party. Care to share?"