Rabastan knew this was it. He had wanted to wait, to get his mark before he told his brother about it. He had wanted to prove how serious he was, how committed. But if he didn't say it now Rodolphus might misunderstand.
"I want to be a d,"he could feel himself starting to stutter, and clamped down in the urge with a vice like grip. He was done with that. "Death Eater. I'm going to take the mark, if the Dark Lord will have me."