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Rabastan Lestrange (imperiate) wrote in wished,

His eyes finally met her own, and they exposed something different there. The serious side of Rabastan Lestrange, the side of him that had most likely carried out the Dark Lord's wishes years ago, the side that few people ever saw. He paid no attention to her hand on his jaw, instead he watched her carefully, calculating her moves it seemed.

"Make the bloody muggles do your housework. They'd be less dangerous, and likely more useful." The funny thing was, Rabastan couldn't tell anyone what had happened to earn this burning hatred towards the elves. For as long as he could remember, the poor things had angered him, and his anger had turned to hatred and a burning distrust for the beings.

It seemed only then did he notice her hand, a little of the fire beginning to sizzle out, though his expression didn't seem to lighten any.