A Midnight Meet. [ R.A.B.]

For once in his life Rabastan Laius Lestrange had actually had some sort of uninterrupted sleep. Though it was only for a few hours it was the most luxurious sleep he's ever had. Rab didn't have to worry about abusive parents, annoying roommates and he was actually starting to get the feel of this living alone thing. Rabastan was just your classic example of a pureblooded child. He hated his parents and they treated him and his brother like shit. That was why after he was released from Azkaban a few days prior to this event he left home. He's managed to gather most of his things in the small room above the Hogshead, but there was still a way to go.

Green eyes cracked open to the moon and his heart skipped a beat. "Fuck me." Glancing down to his watch he realized that he was running late. This never happened. In all of his years at Hogwarts and attending events he was never late. Getting up and rubbing his eyes, Rabastan moved across the small room to find a clean pair of pants that didn't have a potion stain or other unknown substance. Slipping them on and kicking his feet into a pair of boots. The younger Lestrange boy threw his jacket on over his shoulders and locked up camp.

There still was snow settled on the ground and his breath was misting in the air. A shiver ran through him as he focused in on the destination at hand. The old run down sweets shop. It wasn't exactly prime location, he'd rather somewhere private and out of sight from the prying eye, but this was close enough. Coming up to his previous charms Professor, Rab cocked his eyebrow at the witty remark and tied his hair back in a knot at the base of his neck.

"I'd come up with a witty excuse if it were possible, unfortunately I just overslept, for once in my life." Normally Rabastan would apologize, but Professor De'Ath could have just as well left and saved the meeting for another day. Between the obsessive-compulsive disorder, insomnia and recent release from Azkaban, Rabastan was far from sorry and getting his life back on track was something he was working. Same with his emotions considering he's currently had a lack of them.

There wasn't much Rabastan could do so he let the man circle him. After all he was a professor at the school and there wasn't much Rab could do about the situation. He did in fact feel threatened by the Professor's presence, especially since he was just released from Azkaban two days ago. Slowly his eyebrow rose as he continued on about this little secret and soon they were in a veil. "From what I recall charms hasn't exactly been my strong point of focus in my years at Hogwarts."

It was more than an effort to make while Rab was trying to contain his anger. He wasn't happy with being taunted, tormented and thrown to the dogs. This was the last thing he had ever wanted on his plate and he wasn't exactly prepared to deal with it. Slowly his eyes shifted up to the moon and he fell quiet. Sure the snow was deafening, but with only one member of the party talking it was hard to get one word in. "Unfortunately you know as much about me as my father does. There is a reason why I'm not social, and I haven't been social in my six years at the school, why would I start now? And there is only one person on this planet that knows anything that would be considered a secret. I'm absolutely positive you're not that person."

Rolling his shoulders and head, Rabastan shoved his hands into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette lighting it with the tip of his wand, dropping his eyes to make sure he didn't miss. "Also, I'm not too thrilled about being summoned. I do things at my own pace, for myself and have done so for the last seventeen years of my life. Why would I start now? Blindly trusting anyone anymore is out of the question. I observe, hardly speak, and I understand what I'm getting myself into before I actually jump. You have no idea who I am, what I do, or where I come from. I have my ways and you have yours. As for power. I want nothing to do with it, unless it comes to the latest brew. Are we understood?" Again Rabastan tilted his head to the sky and exhaled a breath of cancerous substance. Between getting the shit beat out of him by his father, scar still brilliant visible across his left cheek and a dead right arm, Rab had absolutely no patience for frivolities. Especially when it interrupted needed rest.

Rabastan's eyes closed slowly in a blink and he brought both his index and thumb to his nose in a pinch. The condescending tone was starting to get on his nerves, and the assuming actions were just as bad. It was easy to let Ligasto believe he had the upper hand in this conversation, and he was doing quite a load of talking. To Rabastan this all seemed pointless, he should have never come out here in the dead of night especially since he was able to sleep. "Pride? There is no pride in the Lestrange name, assuming you know anything, you should know that. Especially with all the recent media." Rabastan pulled the cancer stick from his mouth and exhaled up into the frigid air of the night.

He wouldn't lie about recent events. How could he? Rabastan had two very distinct black eyes to prove that the past few days have been hell. Eyebrows peaking in the center of his forehead, Rabastan watched as Ligasto moved about him again. Clearly the man was just showing off and he was getting extremely tired of the show. "No. I do not desire, nor do I require those things. They are petty. I already have all I need." Taking breath and watching as Ligasto went about his show again, Rabastan smiled. "My father is dead, tried to take me with him. Why should I care what he knows and doesn't know he never did anything for me or my brother, nor did my mother."

That was the chord he didn't want touched. "Azkaban is tolerable considering I work there." The tone in his voice quickly changed from casual to cold. Slowly the cigarette was put out in between two fingers and dropped to the ground. "From what I recall I've already been welcomed in with wide arms by Riddle himself, but why should I go on and tell you all about my personal life, you're not exactly privy to that information."