Rabastan wasn't feeling exactly top of his game today. After an awful skirmish with some of those masked Order of the Phoenix assholes the night before the twenty-something was a bit...beaten up. He'd been hit with a rather annoying potion repelling jinx that left most of his open wounds incapable of being healed by magic concoctions. He was certain he had a broken rib or two and quite honestly this black eye wasn't doing him any favours.
While his forearm was wrapped in a bloodied bandage all he wanted to do was sleep. But no, he'd been beckoned from the office that afternoon to meet with some son of a high ranking Ministry official about some such issue. Usually, the law firm in which Rabastan worked wouldn't have given him such a high profile client. In fact Rabastan's law history consisted of minor cases of theft and petty muggle artifact tampering. Not.... what was the fucker that requested him specifically here for again?
Rabastan opened up the file before him and forced himself to focus instead of coming up with new creative insults for the bastard that had pulled him from his recovery bed. Just as he read over the name for a third time his assistant girl announced the chaps arrival. Rabastan of course rose from his seat trying his best to mask any sign of physical weakness. He extended his good arm over the desk and said, "Mr. Crouch, pleasure to meet you."