Who: Rabastan & Pansy What: Appointment with a decorator Where: Rabastan's house When: Early Monday afternoon Rating: We'll say medium
There was so much to do in the house, but Rabastan had no desire to do any of it. He was going elf shopping later today, which he was definitely not looking forwards to. Rabastan had grown up in money. That meant he didn't shop. People came to him, and he chose what he wanted. Elves were a completely different story. No one could come into his home and line them up and let him choose. Rabastan needed to travel to them, he needed to watch them work, and he needed to find one that would best suit him. He found that female elves were more tolerable than males, but some of them were annoying as Gryffindors. Finding the perfect elf was painstaking, and Rabastan was not looking forwards to it at all.
The matter at hand was an upcoming visit with the decorator. If Rabastan remembered the girl correctly, she was as fit as she was involved in Society. He'd taken the time to wear something respectable but not too dressy, and he'd actually cleaned up some of the rubble himself. With a wand, but it was still slave work. The sort of work Verity should be doing. However, his slave was at work right now. Which was a plus in Rabastan's eyes. The less she was in his home, the less curious she would get about what was where. She'd been good so far when it came to not touching anything, but that would only last so long.
Before Pansy was set to arrive, Rabastan had conjured up two glasses and ice for the ice bucket. He had expensive wines, scotches, liquor of pretty much any kind, and he would be offering the girl whatever she wanted. The longer she stayed and took up his time, the more happy Rabastan would be. Anything to distract him from his impending shopping trip.