Gingers everywhere.... Characters: Rabastan Lestrange & Molly Weasley Setting: March 15, 1980. St. Ottery Catchpole. Morning Scenario:PROMPT Rabastan is on patrol for "work" when young Percy Weasley interrupts him with nosy sorts of question. Just as the child begins to get slightly annoying Molly Weasley interrupts by shooing the child away. Rabastan is slightly irritated by the interruption and provokes Molly into a mild argument.
Rabastan Lestrange typically made a point to stay out of these sorts of neighborhoods. St. Ottery Catchpole was such a quaint little wizarding town with it's cute little homes and it's tacky sense of neighborly intrusion. To be quite honest he always found the place to be extremely below him. He very much preferred cities and the sense of crowded loneliness that came with it. In a city everyone stayed out of everyone else's business....for the most part.
Here though... people seemed to recognize strangers and always took note. The children especially. So, when the twenty-something was sent to patrol a particular street in St. Ottery Catchpole he tried his best to seem unintuitive. Course, that didn't stop a certain ginger boy with unattractive freckles and hideous glasses from stating the blatant obvious.
"You don't live here," the boy announced as he joined Rabastan on a street bench.
The older bloke took a moment to look down at the child before answering, "No...no I don't." Rabastan then proceeded to scan the street for a sign of it's owner.
"Are you moving into town?"
"No," Rabastan shook his head as he spotted two other ginger boys a few paces from where they were sitting. From the looks of it they were clearly related....and very much unsupervised.
"Why are you here, then?" the boy asked unaware of Rabastan's disinterest.
"I don't think that's any of your business, boy."
"Yeah, huh," the boy replied. "I live here you don't."
Rabastan's brows shot up in how incredibly unfiltered the child's tongue was. It was almost amusing....but not entirely. "Are those your brothers?" he changed the subject and pointed at the children peering into what looked to be a comic book.
"Yeah.... that's Bill and that's Charlie." The Death Eater recognized that the kid was pointing them out but.... he didn't really care which was which.
"Should you be over there with them?"
"No," the red head replied with a simplistic shrug. "Mum told us to go outside and sit down. You're in our seat."
"I was here first."
"But my mum said."
"But I was here first."
"Buuuut," the boy's tone seemed determine, "my mum said to sit here and my mum's always in charge."
"That so?" Rabastan replied, "Where is she then?"
"She's in there..." the boy pointed. Rabastan assumed the mother of this snotty beast was somewhere in the grocery store in the same direction as his brothers. "She's getting food for--"
Before the child could finish his statement a woman's voice seemed to interrupt the conversaion. Rabastan couldn't help but smirk at the name given to the annoying little monster. Percy was certainly a perfectly placed name for the small child's personality. Annoying and sharp. Straightening his robes Rabastan stood as the woman approached. It took him a moment to realize he....recognized the equally ginger woman claiming the boy still sitting on the bench.