Rabastan couldn't stop grinning. This had to be the happiest he'd ever felt. He could still feel Rodolphus' hands clasped on his shoulders, and he savored it for as long as he possibly could. He felt strong, invincible. He carefully memorized the feeling, storing it away for the next time he would need it.
"I can't imagine anything you've left me could be bad." He felt intoxicated without having taken a sip of alcohol. "If I can come even close to you then I know that I'll be alright. We're the Lestrange brothers." Merlin, how incredible did that sound? The Lestrange brothers. Perfect.