Who: Rabastan (As Theo Nott, Sr) and Remus What: Setting up a Nott Where: Outside of Bats and Bludgers, Hogsmeade and then to a pub When: late morning, September 5, 1997 Warnings // Status: Pg-13 for language, in progress
This was the second time he'd polyjuiced as Nott Senior, and while the first time had been a failure, it had given him time to realize that his clothes would not fit the narrow shouldered older man. He had found a suit that fit that skinny frame better and with a cloak, and smaller boots because the man had feet the size of Bellatrix's!, Rabastan knew he looked the image of the older pinched man. Rabastan felt pinched and all angles in this body, the fingers only a tad longer than his own attached to almost frail feeling arms. Rabastan knew the moment he was Nott Sr why the man took to beating his son; in a body like this, Rabastan felt helpless and powerless. Only beating on something smaller and weaker, using every kind of magic, could shake this feeling, Rab was certain.
He pulled the flask from his pocket and took a long swallow of the foul tasting brew, the polyjuice ensuring that he would not change for at least an hour. He needed to stay the image of this ass for his task; then he'd let himself change back to himself. Rabastan thought he'd have to go visit Antigone after taking a very long bath, to erase the feeling of being this asshole. He slipped the flask back inside his pocket and checked for the parchment he had in the other.
It certainly wouldn't do to show up without the list.
He'd decided that he would give the Order the list that Bellatrix had received recently, of potential students who might be marked, or seemed to view the Dark Lord's actions with more favor. He thought it was the least innocuous information to share; the students wouldn't get in trouble with the Ministry if the Order decided to go that route, as most of them were barely of age or under age. It would only make the Order feel like they got a prize, having the information. And it would be enough to cook Nott's goose, good.
Rabastan wished he could be with the Dark Lord, when the man found out that Nott had betrayed them by sharing this bit of information, especially to the enemy. After this, there would be nothing to protect the man. And Rabastan parading around Hogsmeade as Nott, Sr. would seal the deal. Hell, Rabastan thought to himself as he began to make his way towards the memorabilia shop, I should stop by Honeydukes and be seen getting Theo some candy or something. I can even go to the owl post office and have it owled to him!
The idea of adding insult to injury to Nott's reputation by making him publicly seen shopping for his son made Rabastan crack a smile in his polyjuiced form. He quickly dropped it, resuming his sour pinched look that he knew was a common expression to Nott Senior, and continued on his path. He might get the candy in Diagon Alley, after he'd taken care of business here. The last thing he wanted to do was to raise any suspicion in Remus; if the beast man had any doubts, Rabastan knew he'd run and fetch his buddies. And Rabastan didn't want to be anywhere near James Potter or Sirius Black.
Making his way through the town, openly nodding and scowling at a few people, Rabastan found himself outside of the shop owned by said prats. He peered in the window, and noted that the shop was empty, with Remus Lupin behind the counter, his nose in a book. Rabastan approached the door, ready to step in and paused, glancing at the frame and at the interior. He hesitated, wondering if there Order members might have a Probity probe somewhere about. They were being used more often these days; it was one of the reason Rabastan had been forced to haunt Muggle locations when he wanted to get out.
Instead of entering, he stood by the window, and raised a hand, to tap at the glass with his long finger to get Remus Lupin's attention.