Perfect planning was the reason Rabastan was not in charge of anything. "I know, I am just growing weary of waiting," he said, rubbing his eyes.
Rabastan did not usually pause to think about whether or not he wanted to stay for a meal. This time, however, he did. He no longer had a house elf and his house looked like a storm blew in. Shaking his head, Rabastan stood. "I will not stay," he said simply, his face making it obvious that he was in deep thought.