Who: Alastor Moody and Rabastan Lestrange What: THEY FINALLY COLLIDE Where: Outside of Sweet Eats and beyond When: Pre-dated to Tuesday evening Rating: HIGH FOR LANGUAGE AND SPELLS AND STUFF? Status: In progress
Ever since Lavender had left, Rabastan had been a mess. So thankfully when the responsibilities of the play were dropped into his lap, he eagerly took them on and put as much effort into them as possible. That way his mind was focused on one thing, instead of wandering towards the many he had lost in recent weeks. In all honesty, things had been going reasonably well until Alastor Moody's arrival. He figured out pretty quickly that the auror was from a time that Rabastan was not, and future him and future Moody apparently had some history. Not to mention that a newspaper article Rab had once stumbled across made mention of the battle in which Evan had lost his life, and also when Alastor had lost half of himself. He knew of his involvement, but the extent of what he did was still a mystery. One he did not intend on pursuing because frankly, he didn't give a rat's ass. He wasn't there anymore and he wasn't interested in knowing his part. He was trying for this different person bullshit everyone constantly preached, and though many times he thought it was all moot, he was still trying to make himself a different person. Better, by most people's standards.
But of course, a wrench had to be thrown in his plans. Now the crazy Moody had taken to stalking Rabastan, following him to practice, sticking around to follow him home. Rabastan was no moron, nor was he a stranger to being tailed. After all, it had happened many times back in the real world and no matter how good the one tailing him thought they were doing, he always knew. Now, after exiting Sweet Eats to satisfy a small sugar craving and lighting up a cigarette for his trek home, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in an almost familiar fashion at this point. And frankly, he was getting very tired of it. So, pocketing his purchase and wrapping his hand around the wooden wand in his pocket, he stopped walking and turned around, an annoyed expression plastered to his features.
"Moody, you are old and decrepit. If you thought you were capable of sneaking up on anyone, especially me, you were quite mistaken. And have been, since you fucking got here," he mentioned, emphasizing the fact the old coot wasn't fooling him. He had always known he was watching. Well by now, Rabastan was fucking tired of being his free entertainment and he either needed to confront him and say his bit, or fuck right the hell off. Because this little act was childish and getting stale too quickly for Rab's taste.