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Rabastan Lestrange (rabs_strange) wrote in wished,

Narrowed eyes seemingly glued upon the woman before him, Rabastan had a few ideas what do with her throughout the night. Of course, he would let Alecto within all the fun as well. He couldn't deny her the sense of the kill if it was slapping them across the face begging to be tortured. Those were memories that seemed to become etched into his brain the more that they accomplished such an act and stayed near to his heart. Not many things were actually near that particular place. He did well without thinking, which was apparent all the times that he had rushed into battle without a thought or plan within his mind. That was how he worked. Why change the behavior or simple actions if they lead one towards a particular goal, correct? Rabastan always emerged victorious from anything that he set his mind to. Not one to be caught for very long, despite is one time stay within Azkaban, he was still roaming the streets and gazing at the very members of the order biding his time to burst through to let his presence become known.

With want pointed directly at the woman and hood fully off of his head, he tilted his head curiousity and confusement. She had called him rabbit. Only one person was allowed to call him that, while the rest recieved a knife in their gut for even thinking about of the endearing nickname. It had seemed that the moment that he had convinced himself that there hadn't been a chance that Alecto could change her appearence that much, her words and laugh were evident that there was a way. Of course, it was obvious of the reason behind her transformation; to wander the streets unnoticed, while Rabastan still had to resort to a hood over his head. For a few moments, the Lestrange had to stand there in complete awe of the figure in front of him. No words came from his lips as a few seconds had passed by, even with his mouth hanging open with a clear confused expression remaining across his face.

"What?" he asked, finally breaking the silence. The simple word felt as though he hadn't uttered a single word in centuries. Rabastan remembered Alecto clearly on how her appearenced looked five years ago, not couning the pregnancy, she was a very attractive woman. A part of him wished that she hadn't changed her figure, but understood completely. However, he had a slight inkling that he was being played for a fool. It was noticable that the "new" Alecto had a body that was breathtaking from the first glance, but he wouldn't be tricked. Oh, no. He wouldn't allow that to occur to him. Too many years had he layed in wait for the most opportuine moment to emerge from the shadows with a brand new plan to take over the ministry, end lives of the order members, and get the revenge for his lord and brother to be swept away in such an indiotic ploy.

Did he believe that Alecto was standing in front of him? No, but he indeed wanted to believe a far fetched tale, even with the wheezy sort of laugh. Anyone could imitate that. Heck, the children did it back at Hotwarts now and then. But how he missed that insane woman. That wasn't something he was willing to admit to her though.

"Alecto! How?" he asked, playing along with the little game, adding a sininster grin for affect. If there was one thing that Rabastan was good at, it was playing along in any situation. Once he was closer to her, he'd pull her close to his own body, figuring out first hand if she even had the scent of the only woman that could ever possibly keep up with him. Eyes trailing down her body rather slowly, which made it evident that he enjoyed her figure greatly, as he stepped a bit closer to her. "Now this is really a surprise," he added slowly lowering his own wand.