Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 19:49:19 GMT -8
Rabastan Lestrange was no stranger to the strange, even he himself thought that he was different than all the rest. Gathering his notes and other essay's, Rab slipped out of the boys dorm and down a corridor. He was feeling less than adventurous today and really only wanted to get some work done. Halfway up the stairs he slung the bag over his shoulder and forgot where he was meeting Andromeda for a tutoring session. Now, Rabastan was partial to who he taught, if it was a Gryffindor who wanted help that would never happen, but he and Meda would be related by a marriage that no one seemed happy with. Trying to make light of the situation, Rab had become rather fantastic at bottling up his own feelings, as it seemed that he was always helping other people with their issues, and not one person gave a living shit about his.
Climbing the stairs that lead to the main level, Rabastan quickly crossed the threshold of the great hall and found his spot at the Slytherin table. It was a happy medium between the end and the center, close enough to those in his year, but far enough away from his obnoxious housemates. Normally Rabastan sat alone when he ate, hardly talked to anyone, but instead he watched, it was everything when you could read the expression on other's faces. Slowly he set his things down on the thick wood of the table and swung his legs underneath.
Opening a few books, notebooks, even unrolling some larger sheets of parchment. His notes for potions were the most elaborate he's seen in their class with some including detailed, colored drawings, of what the brew is supposed to look like, what part of the ingredient happened to be the most robust. There was just something about looming over a cauldron and watching the work produce something entirely different. As a hobby, Rabastan would set up in the room of requirements and work on forbidden brews, even go as far as creating poisons. Testing them only on conjured animals of course.
Listening to his surroundings, Rabastan looked over his notes for his next essay and tried to decide on a proper subject matter. His spider like scrawl and intricate swirls filled the parchment as he busied himself, awaiting the arrival of Andromeda Black.
