Watching as Moody materialized into view, Rabastan rolled his eyes rather dramatically before answering. And all this for some damn licorice wands. "Fuck you, Moody. You're not the law here and I'm not doing anything to merit you butting in. Just like I haven't been doing anything since you got here, stupid old fucking cod." He finished, his hand gripping even tighter on the wand in his pocket.
Starting to walk towards the direction of the houses, and coincidentally in the direction of Moody, Rabastan made it clear he was doing his best to ignore him and move along without any complications. Though he knew in the back of his mind it wasn't going to be that easy. He didn't know the extent of the memories Moody had of him, but he knew they weren't good. He tried not to hold that against him, but being who he was and how he inspired hate so easily in Rab, he knew that his luck in this situation was running out. Plus, if he was being honest with himself he was itching for the fight. Rabastan did not take kindly to being stalked, especially by some ugly old auror.
"Get the fuck out of my way, old man," he sneered in his direction, not letting his eyes waver for one second. He knew any moment something could happen, and his reflexes were more than ready to spring into action if need be.