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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 6, 2013 15:06:50 GMT -8

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Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Dec 6, 2013 15:06:50 GMT -8

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Two weeks post release from Azkaban, the color around his eye sockets were starting to return to normal. His father was dead, his mother left to rot until Rodolphus decided something needed to be done with her. Of course Rabastan would leave her for him, he wouldn't want it any other way. Integra was recently marked, and Benjamin Myers ended up bringing her to his house in Hogsmeade. They both were healed and brought back to normal. A conversation was had and it clarified a few marks. Benji was the sole individual on the planet who knew exactly how Rabastan felt about every single thing happening around them at this very second.

There was a knock on his front door and he looked up from the potion mixing, goggles placed precariously on his nose. It was a ministry official, he knew that. Which one, that he didn't know. "Just a minute." Adding the corrosive ingredient to the pot and stirring a few times until he was sure nothing would explode, Rabastan made his way to the front door and opened it up to a tall man with purple eyes. Joram's father.

"Sup dude! Ready to go get your shit from the Slytherin Common Room?" Vincent was chewing on a straw to a slushy looking drink that was yellow in color as he studied Rabastan. He remembered when the boy had tried to off himself in November, but failed miserably. "Mango smoothie, you want one?"

Rabastan couldn't help but crack a smile to Vincent Mortelle. The guy was not what you would expect from a ministry worker in the slightest, tight pants, band tee-shirt, messy hair, big sunglasses and a long drapery like coat that touched about mid thigh. This was the Mortelle everyone knew, and not one person hated. That was unless you didn't have a soul. "I'm good Vincent thank you, I've only one question as to why the Head of Vampire Affairs is standing on my front porch instead of an Auror or Law Enforcement member."

Vincent shifted his lips a bit and nodded. "Ah! Right right, Avona was going to come but she got held up in the offices for a meeting and couldn't make it. Would've had to postpone getting your things, didn't want that now did we? So she sent me to take you to the school, because I think she wanted me to get out of her hair or something." With a shrug Vin looked over Rabastan with a smile. "You look like shit, come on."

Green eyes moved down to the arm that was protruding from Vincent's side and took it. Both of them falling into the shadow of the house and out of sight and were soon in the dungeons of Hogwarts just outside the common room. "I'm never going to get used to you guys doing this to me. Apparation is fine and all, but Merlin you guys are so fluid."

"Comes with the territory. Parselmouth." Vincent spoke the password as the door to the Slytherin common room opened from the blank stone wall. "There you go, I'll be hanging out down here no funny business or I'll have to put you in the ground. Capisce?" Rabastan nodded and went to go pack his books, his trunk, his clothes and everything else he needed.

There was no doubt Rabastan was unsure of who or what he was going to run into. He needed to confront everyone, clear his name. Let them know he wasn't going anywhere.

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 6, 2013 16:11:01 GMT -8

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Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Dec 6, 2013 16:11:01 GMT -8

Finn had been sitting in his room for the better part of an hour, clearing his head and just sort of...existing. He hadn't any plans nor did he feel like drinking, surprisingly. So he sat in his room, everything nearly untouched from his persistent absence in it. Small layers of dust built up on everything save for his dresser and drink trunk, and the smell of a place uninhibited for some time.

He wiped most of his belongings down, blowing the dust away and seeing what he had. He wasn't much for material items. Just the few here and there. Books, some photographs, and a piece or two of jewelry. Aside from those, his room looked like it did the day he first came there. Simple, lightly furnished.

He sat on the edge of his bed, flipping through his photos. Some of Ewan, his mother, Ezio in their younger years. And then he came across one of he and his father, and tore it up coldly, pocketing the pieces. After he looked through the rest, he decided he didn't want much more time spent in there and resolved to loiter the common room for awhile.

Sauntering down the stairs he thought he heard voices outside the door, but brushed them off. Could've been someone passing for all he knew, and he didn't much care. The fireplace was burning nicely, perfect for Finn to rid myself of the photo, and he did so a bit cheerfully. As the scraps burned he stood there for a spell. Watching them ignite and smolder, before retiring to the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee and tapped his foot aimlessly. He always somehow managed to be here before anyone else. Which made little sense to him since he was usually late to everything.

Maybe they were all at classes, he pondered. Made sense, since they weren't there. But his train of thought was broken as the door swung open. He half expected to see Rodolphus, or perhaps Integra, but saw someone entirely unexpected.

"Rabastan??" He stood up like he had been struck by lightning. A few emotions flew through him in those first short moments. Happiness, guilt, but most of all, and surprisingly so, was anger. He had been seething with anger since Rab had gone to Azkaban. Angry because Rab hadn't mentioned it was Finns idea and not his. That he had covered for him, when Finn would have gladly gone in his stead. That he took all of the blame on his shoulders. For a moment, Finn couldn't get any of that to form into words. To actually leave his throat.

He looked at him, face contorted in frustration.

"You didn't have to take the fall, you daft bastard. It was my doing, my...bloody idea. You should've told 'em that! I would've gone. Would've done the time for it, for you." He spoke quietly but angrily.

"You helped me Rabastan. When I wasn't right to ask it of you, you still helped. You...you should've just let me take the fall."

He had gotten out most of what he wanted to say, what he had been waiting to say since he heard. Rab was one of the few people in Finns life who had given a damn about him, and it hurt beyond words that he had to such a cold and wretched place without involving him. Finn sat back down, his head in his hands. Wracked with anger, and guilt. And a desperate want to go back in time and fix this.

Last Edit: Dec 6, 2013 16:17:10 GMT -8 by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 6, 2013 20:54:32 GMT -8

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Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Dec 6, 2013 20:54:32 GMT -8

Vincent fell quiet in the background as Rabastan was confronted by his friend, straw stuck between his teeth as he nearly chewed off the top part already. Still he had half a mango smoothie and he wasn't giving it up to anyone. Rabastan looked down into the common room from the stairs and made way for confrontation. Words collided with his face, his thoughts and his body. Finn was right, he could have and he should have, but he didn't and wouldn't.

Still Rabastan wasn't able to eat a proper meal after having dealt with the Azkaban rot. Nothing looked appetizing, his insomnia kicked in sevenfold and it was very apparent in the ghastly color and taut appearance of his skin. Black hair tied off a the base of his neck. It was longer than it ever had been in his entire life. "Finn." A soft smile came to his lips as he pulled the thick jacket over his shoulders. Rabastan couldn't help but look across the room at Finn. There was no anger, no regret or remorse. The ex-slytherin did exactly as he intended, exactly as he told Finn he would do and he wouldn't let him take the fall.

Once he sat down head in hands Rabastan moved and sat down next to him. Reaching out his long skeletal fingers and resting them on Finn's knee Rabastan kept his voice low and gave Vincent a look. The older man left the common room and just hung out on the other side of the wall.

"Yes, I did. I had to take the fall. It wasn't just for what we did. That was a majority of it, yes, but there was more. There always is more." Rabastan who was always so hush hush looked around the common room and noted that they were alone. The doors to every dorm room closed. It was just the two of them. Tightening his grip on the older boys knee Rabastan gave him a knowing smile. "If I let you take the fall for cleaning out my parents' Gringotts vault, that would be on me. If I let you take the fall for possessing illegal potion ingredients. That also would be on me. The necromancy and alchemy charges were dropped, they said that a sixth year would never be able to produce such things. There wasn't enough evidence."

Rabastan just let Finn relax, get out what he needed to get out. "I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't going to take the fall. You, you have nothing weighing against you, no history with the ministry. They cut off communication so that no information could get out to you, to Integra, even to my brother and whoever else was out there that wanted it. That was the way I needed to be, Avona wanted it that way and she did what she did. I was innocent, she proved it. There is nothing to worry about anymore. You're here, I'm out, all is right in the world. So stop worrying about what happened Finn. What's done is done."

Again Rab gave Finn a smile and patted him on the knee. "I'm not angry or ashamed. I will never hold this against you. We both went in knowing the circumstances if we got caught, I just happened to have more dirt on my slate."

Last Edit: Dec 6, 2013 20:55:01 GMT -8 by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 13, 2013 20:38:35 GMT -8

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Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Dec 13, 2013 20:38:35 GMT -8

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Finn had a conflict in his eyes. Pain, guilt. Much of it he couldn't quite process into words. He looked up at Rabastan as he felt the hand on his knee. As Rabastan went on Finn he hadn't realized that Rab was involved in so many things. He had spent all the time since Rab had been taken convinced that it was all his fault. That he had ruined him, and his life. But the way Rab worded it, Finn had only been the matchstick that led to the real fire.

"But still, Rab. It was my request that got you taken in for them to find out all the rest. If I hadn't been so..bloody selfish, you wouldn't have had to gone." The number that Azkaban had done on Rabastan was more than evident. His was thin, and sickly so. His hair was not the usual mane that sat atop the Lestrange boys head. It was longer, and dulled. He no longer bore the small shadows under his eyes that seemed to be genetic in every one of the Slytherin line. These were deeper, darker, and exhausted. Finn gave him a small smile. Both apologetic and sympathizing.

No matter what Rabastan could say, Finn would always hold a portion of guilt. And while he would not hold any anger against Rab for taking the fall when he felt he should have given him up or acknowledged his involvement to the authorities, there would always be a small part of him that would be angry with himself. With the selfishness that led to such an unfortunate circumstance.

After all was said and brought to light, Finns emotions died down to their usual watered down state. He gave a final nod and cleared his throat. What he was supposed to say after, he didn't know. So he went with what seemed like the best he could run with.

"Do you want any help?"

Last Edit: Dec 13, 2013 20:39:01 GMT -8 by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 14, 2013 19:38:52 GMT -8

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Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Dec 14, 2013 19:38:52 GMT -8

"We're all allowed to be selfish at one point or another Finn. Stop beating yourself up over something so trivial, because if you forget to live then what are you if not a walking breathing shell?" Rabastan could understand the feeling in Finn's words. Possibly more than the next person that came through the common room door. There was no way he would hold this above Finn's head, he agreed to go along with it so Rabastan was really at just as much fault as he was.

The walls fell silent as Finn was sort of lost in thought. Rabastan could only smile as the moments passed. That was what he enjoyed most about the Slytherin's company. Finn wasn't anything like the others in their house. The observations that were made over the years has lead him to this conclusion. Finn Kieran did not belong in Slytherin, he didn't belong as a Death Eater, and yet he was pressured.

Within a single moment Rab knew exactly what he was going to do with the boy. It was just a matter of when and how. Running that thought through his brain for a moment before his ears were invaded with speech once more, he looked up. "Ah, yea actually that would be great. Seems I forgot how much like home I made my area. Right?" Rabastan let out a chuckle and hoisted himself up of the couch.

"You know, if you're up to it. You're more than welcome to stay with me over the weekend or something. That is if things aren't really working out for you here." It was a gesture out of kindness. The ex-Slytherin was more than willing to shell out a room in his house for a couple of days. It did get lonely after all.

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 15, 2013 12:26:49 GMT -8

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Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Dec 15, 2013 12:26:49 GMT -8

He shrugged, smiling. "I suppose you're right. Though in all honesty, I've been more of a shell than anything lately." He waved his hand at his own statement, dismissing it. He was just in a bad place. Guilty over Rab, the never ceasing anger towards his father, and truth be told, alcohol was becoming more of a crutch than ever lately. He'd never admit it openly of course. While he didn't have the same views as other purebloods, he was still proud. Admitting that would've been weakness, and that was something he wasn't prepared to have right then. So he'd more than likely swallow it down, keep it a secret until it ate him from the inside, or killed him. Whichever came first.

He was fond of Rab, in an almost brotherly way. He was a good guy in Finns eyes. He gave shit about people when most wouldn't have bothered a second glance. He had become the stability of their House. The one that everyone could talk to, seek advice from. With him gone, it was only a matter of time before it all came apart at the seams. Suddenly, Finn was very glad this was his last year there.

"Ah, yea actually that would be great. Seems I forgot how much like home I made my area. Right?"

. Finn chuckled as he stood. "Aye, I think you've got a potion bottle or a book in every area of the House. Gonna seem bloody empty when its all packed up." he added a bit solemnly. Truth be told, he didn't want to see Rabastan leave. He was one of the very few people in Slytherin Finn liked as more than just a passing acquaintance. Sure, his other Housemates were tolerable. He was even mates with one or two. But most of them were all too worried about everything else. Too caught up in the dilemma that was the blood feud. Rab seemed to be the only sane one left, and now he was leaving.

"You know, if you're up to it. You're more than welcome to stay with me over the weekend or something. That is if things aren't really working out for you here." He gave him a nod and a grin. More often than not, Finn disappeared to his room in Hogsmeade over the weekend, only himself, a bottle, and a book for company. But the solitude was weighing on him. He was becoming more and more closed off. He supposed it was so he didn't inevitably drag someone down into his perpetual downward spiral. But he had to admit, some time away with a friend didn't sound half bad.

"I think I will sometime, then. Treat you to some Irish home cooking or something. " He shrugged, picking up a few books he knew to be Rabs from the table. "So, what are you going to do now? By the looks of it, I think it's safe to say you aren't coming back, as a student anyway.." he asked, holding up the items they were packing.

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The Lock Down Denial || Finn/Open Dec 15, 2013 22:08:24 GMT -8

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Post by RABASTAN LAIUS LESTRANGE on Dec 15, 2013 22:08:24 GMT -8

"It's not healthy you know, but look at me like I'm one to talk." A small chuckle escaped from Rabastan's lips as he looked about the common room before moving to the dorm rooms. This was home to him for six years. Never having gone back to Elyssium Manor over winter vacations, always staying away over the summers. He had his way of navigating hotel rooms, friend's houses, Rabastan did whatever he could to stay away from his parents. Now that he was renting out a house in Hogsmeade it made it so much easier.

Nodding back to Finn's statement he took a breath and looked over the railing. "No doubt. Its going to feel empty living by myself as well. Though, I can't say I'm going to miss the drama." It was darker and colder in the walls, leaving was just something that he had to do. Rabastan saw it as a new life a way to set things straight and get on his own path.

There was a tone in Finn's voice that caught Rabastan off guard for a moment. Was that... sadness? In his time within the walls of Hogwarts there wasn't much Rab had clung onto. He had few friends and they were extremely far apart. He didn't have the patience to deal with too many people and sometimes managed to get overwhelmed in the social necessities of their peers. Finn was different. He wasn't at all like the rest of the Slytherins, that much was obvious.

A smile shifted to his lips as he scanned the books on the case in front of him. Kicking open his trunk and looking in at how neatly organized everything was, nothing was touched. "I would like that, a lot actually. I'm shit for a chef and honestly I haven't been able to keep anything down since I got out." Stacking the books in an orderly fashion into the trunk, Rab looked up at Finn. "I got a job as a potions master in Azkaban."

That must've sounded awkward to Finn. He had just gotten out and decided, 'hey why don't we just go back?' Tilting his head to the side Rabastan couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. "Sorry, it's not really like that. The ministry hooked me up with a position in potion making. There was no way in hell I was going to pass on something like that. All I have to do is pass my NEWTs this year and I'll be set. Just treat me as a seventh year living off campus? You guys can come over whenever you want."