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Rabastan Lestrange (imperiate) wrote in wished,

Rabastan remained there for a long moment, trying to decide exactly what to do. On one hand he knew he was right, there was no way the wand maker would be able to escape two Death Eaters who were sworn to catch him... thus, a few extra hours of rest wouldn't hurt. On the other hand, the sooner they captured him, the sooner they'd please the Dark Lord, and that was something he wanted more than anything.

Well, mostly anyhow.

Reaching up to catch her wrist, he finally let out a long, dawn out sigh. "Very well, I'll get up and get dressed." Rolling out from his side, he stretched once his feet touched the floor and moved to dress. He really wanted a nice long shower at this point, but instead he pulled on clothing he felt might needed and then pulled the black robe on over it. Looking down at the mask on the chair, he rolled his eyes. "You don't think we're going to need to wear those bloody things, do you? I'm tired of it crushing my nose."