Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm || Rabastan

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Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm || Rabastan Jul 4, 2013 13:00:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2013 13:00:08 GMT -8

There was a knot in her stomach. It had pitted itself deep inside her gut and was now refusing to leave. His whispered words between bell chimes this morning had shaken her a little. "Meet me tonight. After dinner. At the edge of the forest." What was so important that he couldn't just tell her? It had to be something important. Rabastan was private, but he'd never seemed like he did this morning. This was beyond her fathoming capabilities.

One thing was for sure. Integra knew for certain, that no one could know about this. Otherwise he'd have just told her when she snuck up to his dorm in the middle of the night. It was becoming a common occurrence now. And not a sexy occurrence. Integra had learned to depend on him and now woke up in the middle of the night uncomfortable and unable to fall back to sleep. So she was sneaking into the sixth year boy's dorm, not for sex, but to cuddle. Her relationship with Rabastan was possibly the softest and squishiest she could ever be seen; but she knew they where a loathsome duo. However, they were just that. A duo. Since November she'd been attached to him. There was a solid fear of losing him embedded into her brain and she could do nothing to shake it.

As such, she was learning very quickly how to read him. How to predict his actions and sense his thoughts and feelings with just one glance. So today when he urgently requested an exclusively private meeting with her, and she could not figure out what it meant with even a slight hunch, it began to worry her. She was literally sick to her stomach as she crossed through the grounds. The sun was setting making the shadows that danced across the lawns stretch effortlessly without borders. She stuck to them, the hood of her warm cloak drawn over her head. The worst was the chill. Her boots held up against the snow, but the bottom of her cloak was getting wet and her nose was already pink with the bite of Jack Frost. She'd tucked her hands into gloves and worn extra clothes. Thank God she'd thought to or she'd be a statue out here. Frozen solid.

As the tree line of the forest came into view, Integra looked around to be very sure she wasn't followed and ducked into the cover of it's branches. It was only slightly warmer in the thick of the woods, but it was still cold. There was a rolling her stomach and she swallowed. This was far enough inside to stop and she leaned against a tree trying to even out her breath. Someone died. It had to be that. Someone was dead or was going to be dead. Something was deffinitely happening and Integra had a very uneasy feeling about it. The shivering didn't help her nausea. Nor did her loudly chattering teeth. The girl had very little meat on her bones and was cursing him for the cold weather, though it was hardly his fault. Closing her eyes she breathed through the clacking of her jaw and sniffed trying to keep her nerve under control.

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Don't Fall Asleep At The Helm || Rabastan Jul 10, 2013 15:55:27 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 15:55:27 GMT -8

Dinner was quiet for the most part, as he spent it in the Slytherin Common room gathering his jacket, a journal and his cloak. A few keys jingled in his pocket and feeling the scruff along his jaw. Making a break for the door he smiled, ready for the night of transferring funds, tonight he decided to invite Integra as it was the last night he had, so he had to empty it as much as he possibly could.

Crossing the lawn as the moon was starting to rise. Rabastan lit a cigarette and kept the brisk pace up through the snow and entered the woods, making headway for the clearing he was to meet Integra in. That was when he heard her and looked up to see the black figure ahead of him. The smile that played his lips had intensified ten-fold and he could feel his heart pumping in his chest as he struggled to catch up and finally he managed. "Hey, come on. I've got something I need to talk you about and it can't be here."

Taking her hand within his he lead her deeper into the forest, and finally came to the barrier that lay over the school. Rabastan's silence was deafening and the forest wasn't exactly helping the cause either. There were too many ears that could be prying, and the one place he knew was safe from everything would happen to be off of this campus. "Hold on tight," within an instant the Slytherin sixth year apparated away from the school and into the streets of Diagon Alley, Gringotts was still open and he needed to finish what he started or else everything would begin to fail.

"Let me go transfer some funds first and then we can begin the real date, not to mention I need to withdraw a hefty chunk of change." A smile came across his face, holding his arm out to the lovely woman next to him Rabastan started making his way toward the wizarding bank that sit smack dab in the middle of Diagon Alley. Coming up to the large doors he pulled them open not wanting to appear over the top he sighed and looked down at Integra. "Remember the manners you've been taught, this is business. Not to sound like and overly pretentious asshole, but this is more important than you will ever imagine." Shifting to better represent his posture, Rabastan smiled to the lovely woman on his arm coming up to the head Goblin and showing him the key. "I request access to vault 937," the goblin looked him over.

"Ah, Mr. Lestrange, as if we haven't done this before, come let us get you squared away. I suppose I should call Gornuk." Usually the Goblins of Gringotts would never show respect to a wizard of such high standing, but their trust in the younger Lestrange boy was apparent. It was either the fact that in turn Rabastan had shown higher respect to them than most wizards, or the fact that the goblins could see that he really hasn't taken a side. However they kept their mouths shut and that was the one thing Rabastan needed.

Gornuk came around the corner, a smile on his face at the rather obvious appearance of Rabastan. Waving his hand for the couple to follow them after being handed the key and to the trolley that would carry them deep into the cavern of vaults. Silence once again filled the air about them. "Gornuk, I trust that anything you hear or see will be kept silent. That is all I ask."

"But of course Mr. Lestrange, it's about time we goblins gained more respect than we're credited for, but I will honor your request." Pulling to a stop outside the landing, Rabastan looked up at the white dragon and smiled.

"Come on, he won't hurt us, s'long as I'm here. Grab the Goblin Clanker just in case he gets too close, granted I don't exactly approve of such torment." Green eyes meeting those of the dragon and he stepped out into the circle to cross to the proper vaults. Raising a hand, Rabastan looked up at the dragon as it lowered his head. "You remember, I'm glad." Running his fingers over the scales quietly he urged the goblin and Integra to move along and soon he followed coming up to the vault door.

Gornuk inserted the key and pressed his palm to the door as it swung open to a nearly empty vault. "Thank you Gornuk." Stepping into the vault he waved his wand as a few gold pieces filled buckets upon buckets. Lifting them and moving toward the door.