Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 21:05:08 GMT -8
Busy didn't even cut it. Rabastan had been hard at work and with his last trip to Gringotts. There was only enough money left in the vault for his parents to survive off of for one more month. Rodolphus would more than likely be finding out soon, given the fact that the books would be handled tomorrow, on the dot as they always were. Rabastan was trying to bring down his parents before they could make anymore bad decisions for the family. That and he felt the incessant need to protect his brother, like he has tried countless times before.
Rolling the white cancer stick between his fingers, Rab flicked the ashes to the grass and exhaled into the sky. Stress was soon being removed from his entire body knowing that things were on the right track. He and Integra were getting on better than before and that was a good sign that things were looking up. For now. Leaning against the railing leading down from the entrance staircase, Rabastan took in a sharp breath of cold air. The snow was settled for the day, but the clouds looked as though they were threatening for another outburst of flakes. Not that it mattered to him.
Finishing off the cigarette he put the but out against the marble pillar. Needing more people on his side was definitely what he needed. None of the pureblood supremacist shit, just pure wizards wanting to help negate the effects Riddle has on this world. Sure the purebloods could rule the world, but within years they would disintegrate and diminish. That wasn't what Rabastan was after, he wanted to rid the world of the higher ups, get the families to see what he was about. How mixing pureblood with mudblood would help their world thrive. Squib numbers were up in recent years, and it was all because of inbreeding.