More than likely, it was not too late for Bellatrix. "I'd've been a shit father, but all right as an uncle," he said, finally making eye contact once again.
For the first time in 15 years, Rabastan smiled.
It looked as though his potions finally kicked in and Rabastan relaxed. The last month had been almost too hectic for him to get the things he needed, not to mention the cost. Rabastan had little money he could access--and he wondered what happened to his pile of gold. He offered more tea to Bellatrix before pouring more for himself, adding three cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. Rabastan fit a lot of horrible descriptions and committed many foul crimes, but he did like a lot of sugar in his tea--it almost seemed quaint.