I'm late for a very important date! (rab)

It's been a few days since the death of his father, the meeting with Ligasto and the conversation with Raven Monroe. His article was printed, his father made front page, albeit in a much smaller column than his own, right next to it actually if anyone actually cared that the great Phraxos Lestrange was found dead in his own home and by no fault of his own. After finally renting a home in the quiet village of Hogsmeade, Rabastan was quick to settle down and get to work. Loki had managed to secure him up a position within the walls of Azkaban with the help of Avona and he was happy, for the most part. Sure his eyes were still discolored from the recent affair and the slash on his cheek was healing nicely. Like Integra, Rabastan wore his scars as if they were an honor. His nose had to be fixed and the Skele-gro took much longer than usual considering a great amount of his bones were broken during the last fight.

Finding solace in the Hogshead, which wasn't nearly as booming as the Three Broomsticks. Instead it had a completely silent air about it. Nestled in the corner with the note from Sebastian Armsworth pinched between his fingers and a glass of gin in the other hand, Rabastan waited. Slowly Rabastan crossed his leg over his knee and lit the note of fire using it to light a cigarette. The whole world knew he was a death eater, but keeping his nose clear and clean of any mishaps was what he aimed to do. Certainly he had to listen to Riddle, and since he was closer to many of the students it was easier to pick out those who were worthy and those who were not. He was recruiting members for Riddle, weeding those out he didn't see as trustworthy, or those that seemed as though they would do better on the other side. It was his own act of self perseverance. He based everything on what he learned about them in the hallways, their actions as human beings. If they were worthless scum that would never amount to anything, he would give them new hope. If they had meaning and were willing to work, no matter what they believed in, he would decline. Tell them to look else where. That was unless they were truly against the mixed blood-types. Of course there were the exceptions, but those were to be based on what Rabastan truly thought of them.

Sebastian finally approached him and Rab shrugged out of his cloak. Cigarette propped between his lips, a small pile of ash in the center of the table and a smile across his face. "It happens to the best of us I've noticed." Rabastan looked up at Seb and gave him a very tired smile. Insomnia was getting the best of him lately, but his mind was much clearer than it ever had been. There were distinct marks across his face, bruised eye sockets that were finally turning into the disgusting green, the scar which was slowly healing. Even close to a week later he still felt the pain from the fall. "So, what did you need Mr. Armsworth? I'm sure you meant you wanted to talk business in your little note, indulge me."

What else would Rabastan have expected from the Ravenclaw pureblood? A few reasons? Now Rabastan was interested, he had no problem answering questions. What he did go down for was sort of abrupt and uncalled for, even though it was the truth. The bartender made his rounds and Rab lifted his glass silently ad he moved away. "You can ask anything you want, but the information I give you may or may not be true. That is up for you to decide."

Slowly Sebastian's hand reached out and brushed the scar on his cheek. Rab neither winced nor pulled away and he shook his head slowly. "It was from my father and I get enough sleep as it is. My habits are no different than they were when I was still on campus." Raising an eyebrow as the Ravenclaw started talking about a villa in Italy. "If that were the case I would just go stay with the Mortelles, Vincent's been kind enough as it is, but I've already a place to live. No need to worry about me. I've been alone long enough to live."

Finishing off the glass of Gin just as the bottle and another glass appeared. Rabastan wasn't too fond of wine, he preferred the stronger spirits over anything else. Lifting the glass with the clear liquid in it to his lips, Rab looked over Sebastian curious about what he wanted. "I live with my scars, my bruises, everything. I could fix them if I wanted to, but I wear what I earned proudly." He stirred the glass slowly as the bartender walked away. Focus now entirely on Sebastian and the other prying ears. Everyone in this pub was a low-life, a nobody and if they heard they wouldn't tell.

The Dark Arts. Rab's head bobbed into a nod and mulled over his next words. "How far are you willing to go? They will take everything you have and more, so I need to know just how much of this life you're willing to give up."

A small laugh actually escaped Rabastan's lips as Sebastian continued on. Sure there was something brewing in the back of Rab's mind, but no one knew his darkest secrets. Not even Integra and they shared everything. "I never said they would be lies, it's just up to you to determine how honest I am." Of course Rabastan was just pulling the Ravenclaw's chains. The air of mystery wasn't to be lost, he was supposed to a mentor, a recruiter for Riddle himself, he had a reputation to uphold and he wasn't going to let anyone waiver his alliance.

Food. "That would be lovely, I haven't had a decent meal since I got out. The Giovanni's have fed me once this week, but their butler scares the shit out of me." Scribbling down his address for Sebastian on a napkin, 6193 Adamantia Lane, Hogsmeade, Rab slipped it over an gave him a smile. "I appreciate it, really. I may be a potions master, but I can't cook worth hell. I've been living off of muggle take out and it isn't exactly appetizing." Putting the rest of his cigarette out in the ashtray, Rabastan was quick to light another one and he leaned back feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Everyone has something to lose, everyone. You may not realize it now, but if you're so certain I will pass your name along and see what they can do. That's all I have in the scheme of things for now unless I'm appointed higher up." Rab rubbed the scruff forming on his chin. Alice mentioned that she liked the rough feel and he decided he would keep it trimmed and kept as decent as he could. It did make him look older. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"