thelestrange (![]() ![]() @ 2013-07-13 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | rabastan lestrange, x-hestia jones |
Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Hestia Jones
What: Rabastan is not a happy camper
When: Sunday evening
Where: The pub
Rating: TBA
It had taken every fiber of Rabastan's self control to not start a hateful rampage through the village after finding out about Lavender's departure. Bellatrix, Regulus, and Evan's disappearances had been hard enough on him, but her as well? It was like this place was taunting him, just waiting for him to lose himself and snap. And right now it was doing an awfully fine job at driving him to that edge, which was part of the reason why he had decided to come to the pub. At least when he was drunk, he didn't have enough sense of anything to want to start any shit. Though he knew the answer to his problems was not at the bottom of a bottle, he was damn okay with trying to find it there anyway.
So an hour had passed, and then two, and before he knew it his thoughts were a pleasant jumbled mess and a large array of glasses sat empty around him. Looking up, he raised his hand for another scotch only to get ignored. That irked him, and he suddenly slammed his hand angrily down on the bar and slowly raised his gaze to meet the bartender's. A hush had settled at his sudden outburst, and within seconds another glass was sitting in front of him. Taking his drink and lighting a cigarette, he continued to ignore the feeling of people staring at him, and went about his own business draining his new glass. For a moment the back of his head started if Lavender were here to see... but it was instantly squashed as he bitterly reminded himself that she wasn't here, and Merlin only knew if she ever would be again. More importantly, she wouldn't be the same person he knew. That was for sure. No one ever came back exactly the same, after all. Just his luck.