WHO. Rabastan and Antigone WHAT. A reintroduction at tea WHERE. Claridge's Mayflair, London, a private tea room WHEN. Tuesday 26th July, Afternoon tea time RATING. Pg-13 for language OPEN/CLOSED. Closed
He made his way into the main tea room, and glanced about. He had reserved a private booth and was not interested in mingling with the regular Muggles who occupied the establishment at the moment. He stood as he waited, glancing about before he was escorted to the curtained section, and he sat, pleased with the surroundings now that he could not see the Muggles there.
He would have picked a different establishment but Rabastan had a few constrictions to dining out in public. This was one of the only places that actually served a decent tea. And the chancing of being seen by anyone from the wizarding world was slim; he was, still, a fugitive and to be seen by any aurors was to beg to be caught and sent back. He had come across the Mayflair and its ostentatious looks and stellar service had lured him into coming, when he wanted to meet people out in public. He didn't have people come to the London flat; no one was supposed to know about that place. And while he enjoyed tea at the Lestrange mansion, it just wasn't the place to bring new acquaintances.
His thoughts were interrupted by a formal waiter, and Rabastan ordered an extensive tea, with cakes and cucumber finger sandwiches and the small little tarts he especially preferred. With the order out of the way, now Rabastan let his mind go to his fond memories of Antigone Ivanova. He had been quite smitten by her, in his youth. It felt like ages ago, when he had a small crush on the beautiful and talented Quidditch player who supported the Death Eater activities. She had been enticing and elusive and it had only spurred his adoration of her. But back in the day, his Lord had always come first and time and again, Rabastan's plans to pursue her had been waylaid, as he had been instructed to travel or to secure certain prisoners and see to their demise. And she had been equally busy and occupied. Rabastan gave a small sigh at opportunities lost. He had spent the majority of his adult life, locked up in Azkaban, and she had been out of the country. He was pleased that he had been looking through those journals, to catch her response about returning. He had to wonder if he had changed very much from when they had last met. He wondered if she would recall how much he had admired her before.