"True, but didn't we learn much from him?" Rodolphus responded, ignoring the sugar in front of him and instead placing barely a drop of cream into his Coffee. Once, when they were courting, Bella had taken a deep sip of his coffee and ended up throwing up over the viciously strong flavour. "Afterall, Dolohov did tell me you crucio'd McNeal at the last meeting because his cloak was smudged." The older Lestrange gave a roaring laugh.
He cocked an eyebrow, "You wouldn't starve, Rabbit. You just think you're too good for take out." Rabastan had always been mouthy. Obedient but mouthy. Strangely enough, Rodolphus didn't seem to mind. Rabastan was one of the few people who rarely faced Rodolphus' wrath. Afterall, since childhood they had been partners in crime, much like the younger set of Black Brothers. Unlike them however, the Lestranges had never broken away from one another.