Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Jan 31, 2022 3:32:13 GMT
Dora stood at the front door of the stately manor Rabastan had claimed for himself, tapping the ornate knocker to signal her arrival. Of course, Rabastan wasn't expecting her, nor was she certain whether he would be home or, possibly more importantly, whether he'd be alone. If she was turned away, she would find other ways to entertain herself this evening. It was a Friday night, after all, and Dora was never short on plans for the weekend. She would easily be able to track down a friend to go out with, or if all else failed she was fine to take herself out and see where she ended up come morning. Luck being on her side for the time being, the door opened and Dora gave Rabastan a flirty smile. "Hello, handsome. I was in the neighborhood and though I'd take you up on that drink you were about to offer me." She waited until invited inside, then brushed passed Rabastan, fingers trailing lightly across his arm as she entered the large manor house. Dora had been ruminating on an interesting event from earlier in the week which she hoped to inquire about with her shag buddy, but a drink in hand would make the conversation flow more naturally, as liquor often did. She knew her way around the place well enough to find the bar on her own but she waited for her host, not wanting to interrupt anything - or anyone - he might have been doing before her unannounced arrival. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Feb 2, 2022 2:48:30 GMT
"Euphadora. By all means, come in," Rabastan offered, stepping aside for his unexpected guest. An evening of solitude had been planned, and a few points had so far been executed: his new elf was cooking up something divine in the kitchen, he'd just cleaned up from a solid run, the first uninterrupted one in ages, and had anticipated a good meal and a quiet night in with his books unless he felt his Mark burn. He hadn't anticipated a guest, and while not exactly put off by her arrival, did wonder if perhaps he'd made her feel too at home in previous visits if she felt so comfortable simply showing up, assuming he would be here and be available. There was no one suitable in "the neighborhood" for her to visit besides himself, after all, unless she'd become friends with his family all of a sudden. He chuckled lightly as she passed him, the minx never missing an opportunity, and locked the door behind her, finishing buttoning his fresh shirt as they walked to the study. No dress shops or sushi restaurants in his home - not yet, anyway - but there was a better selection in his liquor cabinet than the Wyvern had by far. Perhaps that was all Euphadora wanted? A good drink and some company? "Have you eaten? If you haven't, dinner will be ready soon. You're welcome to stay," he invited, hand to the small of her back as they entered the study. So much for making her feel less welcome. But he could hardly turn her away when the table was laid - there was no need to be impolite for the sake of being impolite. Gesturing for her to make herself comfortable, Rabastan headed to the cabinet. He removed a pair of chilled martini glasses from a charmed section, and began preparation of their drinks, sending her a grin. "Are you just here for a drink?"
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Feb 3, 2022 2:55:41 GMT
Her name on his lips was like a drug. How he had found that particular little turn on had been lost to history and why it was so exhilarating, Dora had no conscious idea. Whether Rabastan was aware of what he was doing, Dora's cheeks flushed and she felt a flutter in her chest every time he called her name. She eyed him hungrily as he fastened his shirt - such a pity - and guided her toward his study. That had not been her main intent on coming to his home unannounced, but Dora would be hard pressed to deny him if it came to it. Rabastan was well versed in entertaining a lady, and most certainly a favorite in her regular rotation. If she didn't place high on his own list, he never let on. Rabastan had a way of making her feel as though she were the only witch in the room, even in the most populated of spaces. It was no doubt part of the Lestrange charm, and Dora enjoyed it immensely. Rabastan's study was nearly the size of her entire flat with bookshelves reaching all the way to the ceiling. Dora ran her hand along the fine wood of the desk, admiring the worn titles on the shelves as Rab began to fix their drinks. His desk alone was likely worth more than the sum of all of her home's contents. To say that Rabastan was slumming when he came to Dora's place for a shag was an understatement, but aside from some comments he didn't seem to mind too much. It hadn't stopped him from making her cry out to a deity she didn't believe in while pressed up against the wall of her narrow kitchen. But that wasn't why she was here. Focus. "You're trying to spoil me," she said ambiguously in answer to his invitation to tea. Dinner and sexy times seemed too coupley for Dora, who was already concerned that Rabastan might have been looking at her differently as of late. It was true they'd been shag buddies for years now, even through an engagement which she supposed technically made her his mistress, at least for a time, but she was certain she wasn't his only one. Had he asked his sister-in-law to check in on all the women he was screwing? Had he even been the one to send her? Whatever reason Bella had for playing inquisitor, she oughtn't need to worry. Dora knew she was not the type men looked at with any sense of a noble future. She was the fun girl on the side, at best, and one that wizards easily sloughed off when their proper relationships came along. It had happened more times than she could count, and it was fine. She was fine. Rabastan grinned at her from the bar cart and Dora melted yet again. "I could be persuaded into other activities, if you're offering, but I'd actually hoped to have a chat." She smiled at him, her fingers playing lightly with the back of his desk chair. "Not that talking requires clothes..."Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Feb 5, 2022 1:38:56 GMT
Euphadora. He smirked at her reaction, that little trick having led to more than a few memorable nights between them, and the thought again crossed his mind of asking her about it. Why her name on his lips thrilled her so... It was a habit of his, regardless, to use the full names of others - perhaps more intentionally once his darling sister-in-law began thinking that Bunny was such a clever moniker for him - but with Euphadora, he'd found it was one of the fastest ways to spark her interest. But as learning the why could soil the fun of it, Rabastan kept the question to himself, eyeing the young woman as he fixed their drinks. She was hungry for fine things, for the leavings of legacy, and perhaps she would marry into it one day. Rabastan was in no hurry to pursue someone to that end, not when his life belonged to the Dark Lord, but Euphadora could find someone who was. If she stopped seeing you...and the likes of you. Chuckling at the non-answer she gave, Rabastan let it lie for now. If she didn't want a free meal with him, she didn't want a free meal with him. What she did want would come out, sooner or later. "I can think of a few other ways to spoil you if dinner's not to your liking," he quipped back. Drinks shaken and poured, Rabastan took them to her with a raised brow. "Sadly, it does if you need me to hear what you have to say. You are a distracting creature, you know." After handing her one of the glasses, Rabastan raised his to her and drank, taking his chair. "Come, tell me," he instructed, reaching out for her hand to pull her in. "What's brought you all the way here tonight? Not cross with me, are you?" He almost laughed, a rare playfulness in his eyes - they didn't expect enough of each other for that to be the case, Rabastan was certain, but he was curious. He could hardly recall Euphadora last seeking him out specifically for a talk. Did she need money? Was she in some kind of trouble?...
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Feb 5, 2022 5:13:59 GMT
Was this charm a natural family inheritance, or had Rabastan actually studied how to properly seduce a woman? Compliments rolled off his tongue like water off a duck's back, and if all else went well tonight she might not even have the opportunity to view his refusal to undress with her as a critique on her figure, which would certainly be the case if she left in a sour mood with room to fixate on the evening. But his charms in the moment were overwhelming the dark cloud that often lurked at the edges of her mind, and she accepted the the drink he'd made her happily, batting her eyes at him like a schoolgirl. "One thing at a time, I suppose."Rabastan pulled her closer to him, and she came willingly. Being pushed and pulled around like a ragdoll was nothing new, and in his gentle hand it was actually comforting as he asked after her intended topic of discussion. He sat in his chair and Dora pulled herself up onto the desk in front of him, crossing her legs toward him as she raised her glass and took a sip. Rabastan was by far a better bartender than anyone employed at the White Wyvern. Why Mr Lestrange enjoyed that place was beyond Dora's comprehension, but she rarely complained, at least not as often as she felt the grubby place warranted. The Parkinsons were not a wealthy family, despite their aspirations, but even the Wyvern was subpar according to the pretty brunette, and she had once hooked up with a bloke in the filthy loo of the Hog's Head, so her standards were not generally regarded as high. Despite her lower standing, it would have been very uncharacteristic of Dora to come asking for money. She loved a good white knight, as the handsome Kingsley Shacklebolt could attest, but to straight out ask for help was something Dora would have been very uncomfortable with. If she had known that Rabastan was mulling over this exact idea, she would have laughed at the man. Dora Parkinson did not beg for money. She would do a right many things to earn it, but it would have not have been given in the name of charity. "Your sister-in-law came by my desk to see me earlier this week. She seems like a lovely witch, I'm sure. Interestingly, she had all sorts of questions about me, and of my post as reception witch. Unless she is simply looking to make a career shift," which would have been essentially a lateral move for the socialite, considering she really hadn't the need to be working in the first place, let alone as an assistant to her husband's younger brother, "it seemed rather like she was trying to spy on me for someone." Dora sipped her drink as she watched Rabastan, evaluating his response to her accusation. She had no idea what the Lestranges had up their sleeves, but the idea that Dora's name might be discussed among them in private did not sit well with her. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Feb 7, 2022 1:54:25 GMT
As much as Rabastan had meant what he said - he could hardly be expected to hear what she had to say if she was undressed - and as much as he was intrigued to hear what was going on...he indulged himself with a slight smirk, his hand leisurely traveling up her bare leg after she settled herself on his desk. Euphadora delivered her news calmly, more calmly than he expected many would react with an unexpected interview with Bellatrix Lestrange, and he was caught by surprise. Bellatrix? What were you doing?The young Death Eater's hand paused on her thigh, fingers at the edge of her barely-there skirt. Not one to panic unnecessarily, or cause an unnecessary panic in others, he kept quiet as he thought. Euphadora was no fool - with Bellatrix peppering her with questions out of the blue, she was right to be suspicious. His sister-in-law didn't waste her own time. What had she been trying to learn? She could have heard the other woman's name from Rodolphus or himself, he was almost positive - but Euphadora was hardly a central topic of conversation in his family. He couldn't imagine Bellatrix vetting Euphadora on his behalf; their relationship was longstanding, yes, but he had made her no promises, and intended to keep it that way. But Euphadora's position at the Ministry...She saw the comings and goings better than anyone. She knew the usual patterns, whether she realized it or not. She could be a valuable asset to the Dark Lord. Her allegiance to him could change her family's spiraling trajectory. They generally kept from discussing his work for the Dark Lord, although his involvement was no secret, his Mark not something he would ever choose to hide. Rabastan had assumed that if she had ever been honored with an ask by their Lord to join that she would have accepted, or that he would have heard of it from her. Had she been approached before - was she being approached now? Was Bellatrix seeing potential that he had been blind to? What would you do if given the opportunity now, Euphadora?"Tell me, did she ask you to do something for her? Anything? A favor, perhaps?"
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Feb 7, 2022 2:59:01 GMT
Calico eyes flashed down to Rab's hand, which moved to exactly where she knew it would, given their positions but she returned her gaze to his face. He was predictable in some ways, easily tempted by her short skirt, but the mystery of his sister-in-law's interrogation proved there was a great deal about her bed buddy that she simply didn't know. It wasn't that she was not interested in what Rabastan got up to in his daily life, but it simply did not concern her. What good could come of thinking about a bloke who only looked at her as an easy conquest? Dora knew her place, or thought she did, but Bellatrix Lestrange confuddled her now. There was silence for a short moment and Dora sipped her drink, taking in the man's features as he processed her statement. Had he not expected her to figure out Bella had been sent, or had he just not thought her brave enough to question him on it? People didn't expect much of her, Rabastan likely the same, but she wasn't entirely daft. "What was it she supposed to have asked me to do?" Dora asked, his own questions going unanswered as they solved none of this little riddle for her. Questions and favors. The Lestranges made for strange bed fellows, that was for certain, though it did keep things interesting. "I'll be the first to admit I'm not particularly adept at playing like I'm part of your high society, but I don't think I warrant being spied on." Dora slid herself off his desk, brushing his hand aside in the process. Walking around the desk and bringing her glass to her lips, Dora stopped before adding, "I would like to think after all these years, if there was something you wanted to know, you'd just ask." Her voice was even and calm, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. How could she not be mildly hurt by his approach. She took a larger drink this time, eyes still on him. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Feb 12, 2022 0:38:23 GMT
His head tilted slightly to the side as Euphadora shot him questions right back, unsure whether to be amused by her spirit - as he usually was - or concerned for her utter misread on the situation. If she accused Bellatrix like this, she'd be bound to the Thickey Ward for life, if she had any life left to her. You're making as many assumptions as she is, to be fair. But she thought this would get her answers from you? If it was you inquiring after her? Rabastan watched as she stood, brows raising in tepid surprise at the dismissal she gave his wandering hand, and waited for her to finish. And when she did? Amusement, it is."Let me get this straight," he said with a malicious grin, eyes meeting the unnecessary hurt in hers. She should be terrified of what they want from her, not put out. She's not ready. "In your mind, I enlist the help of my sister-in-law to investigate…you. And your move is to come here and make accusations - with nothing more than circumstantial evidence, and no one knowing your whereabouts. I assume." Rabastan wasn't concerned for his assumption here. Who did she have to tell? Who would look out for her? He was, in his way - she would not make this mistake again - but Euphadora lived alone, and she was as unlikely to fill her family in on the sordid details of her evening dalliances as he was to let her think she was in the right here. If he had a reason to mistrust her, to think there was any chance she would go to those "friends" of hers in the Auror office and demand his arrest - instead of conversation over drinks in his study, this would be an interrogation in a locale, and manner, far less savory. "In that case, you’re lucky that I had nothing to do with this," Rabastan continued evenly. "I have no need to spy on you, Euphadora. But, evidently, someone else does. How exciting for you." He relaxed into his chair and drank, wondering just what Bellatrix's aim was here. He would have to follow up, both to sate his own curiosity and to provide guidance to his bedfellow as needed. Was his sister-in-law acting alone or on orders? With Bellatrix, there was no knowing until they spoke. Had she simply been bored and engaged Euphadora in conversation for the hell of it? Chatting up a pretty girl was hardly unusual. Was she trying to stir up drama in his life? Or was she truly interested in Euphadora for something in particular? What are you going to do if she is?
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Feb 13, 2022 4:53:33 GMT
Dora wanted to believe she was not the slightest bit intimidated by his expression, nor the way he so pointedly assessed her lack of contingency plan for this evening. It wasn't as if she was accusing him of something far more torrid than what they got up to in private, she hadn't been sure at all what she thought was going on but clearly that was the point. Still, Dora wasn't fearful of her standing at that moment. She trusted Rabastan enough not to hurt her, and perhaps it was her naivety that kept her from imagining all the other horrible things he could do that didn't involve causing her physical pain, but she did not believe she needed to tell anyone she where she was going tonight or with whom. "In my mind," she answered, "a posh witch who's had no interest in me before, despite my friendship with her own sister, came up to me out of the blue and started peppering me with questions at work - while dropping your name, I might add - and I came here to find out why." Draping her right arm across her stomach, she rested her left arm, drink in hand, atop it as she pondered Rabastan's words. "This would have been so much more fun of an evening if you'd just admitted to this all being some strange new kink you've dreamt up." Her tone was teasing, but there was some truth in her words. If it had been about relationship somehow, she might have been able to put his mind at ease. "You know I'm always happy to oblige any of your fancies. But if you've really got nothing to do with this, then..." It appeared that she would be leaving here as many answers as she'd come with, though she still didn't understand why anyone, Rabastan or otherwise, would have need to show such interest in her. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Feb 19, 2022 22:20:31 GMT
F*ck.What was Bellatrix doing? Had his brother put her up to this? Learning that she'd named him while chatting up Euphadora was making his mind tick closer to a tangible reason for Bellatrix's actions. He hadn't asked for this complication, none of it, and it was irksome. Would it kill them to stay out of his business? After the agreement was cut off with the Greengrass family, Rabastan thought he'd made himself clear - he was done with arrangements and anything formal. What happened between him and the women he shared company with did not concern anyone else, especially not his family. He sure as hell wasn't out there being reckless, and was that what his sister-in-law was worried about? Was she trying to learn about Euphadora and see how - how close they were? Was she concerned that his relationship with her was leading him to - what? A lapse in judgement? A child and mistress to support? Did she really trust him so little, or think him so naive? "You won't find that answer with me, not until I have had a chance to see her," Rabastan returned, hardly looking forward to adding a chore like this to his list, but feeling it rather necessary at this point. Nothing like a trip to the old family estate to imbue relaxation into the weekend. "I'll come see you after I get to the bottom of it. If she really was just making small talk, you have nothing to worry about."He drank deeply, annoyed at the lot of it, and watched as she tried to redirect their energy, distract from his current train of thought. A valiant effort indeed and he laughed, scoffing, at the thought that he'd planned this to add excitement to their trysts. "I don't disagree with you - in a way, I wish this had been because of me. But for future reference," he emphasized, meeting her eye with a begrudging amusement, "I keep my family and my bed separate. Completely." The dining bell rang, and Rabastan drained his drink before he rose, stepping towards her with a raised brow. Nothing would be solved with his family on a stomach with nothing but liquor in it, and the idea of interrupting their evening was not appealing in the least. Best to go in the morning, when he was fresh. But before then... "Roasted lamb, I believe. We can still make the evening fun, later. But I ask that you never refer to my sister-in-law and my kinks in the same breath again. Agreed?"
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Feb 20, 2022 3:56:23 GMT
And if she wasn't just making small talk, what then? Dora wanted to ask him, but if he was being honest with her then he wouldn't have that answer yet. If he was being dishonest, well then she hardly expected him to come out and tell her after the show he'd been putting on. Perhaps she had needed to think this through more before coming here, but they were friends, weren't they? If their positions had been flipped, she would never have dreamed about making him feel as though he ought to have shown caution before speaking with her. There was more to consider now than she had originally expected. Socialites were so difficult. Dora nodded, thankful that he was at least playing like he would explain things further. She caught herself thinking negatively toward Rabastan and stopped herself by finishing the last of her drink. Rabastan had never before given her a reason not to trust him. It was because of that longstanding trust that she'd been so put out by the idea that he had sent someone to spy on her. She wanted to believe him that he had nothing to do with this, and she decided then that she would. Of course later, when she was alone and had time to fixate on the matter, her views might change, but for the time being she no longer annoyed with him. Rabastan looked as though he was as put out by the situation as she had been, and that was a relief as well. She ought to have felt guilty for causing him strife when he clearly had a lovely evening at home planned for himself, but she did not. She met his eyes as he emphatically clarified that his family and his bedmates were to be kept separate. "Who can be sure?" she asked cheekily. "Everyone knows how close the Black family is." She set her now empty glass on the desk between them and leaned forward, teasing him with her figure as much as her words. "You're related to that now. You can't blame me for suspecting..." She laughed at her own joke as a bell rang out, apparently announcing tea. She looked up at the sound and when she returned her gaze on her partner, he was standing in front of her. His request was reasonable, she supposed - if someone had insinuated the same of her and her brother she might have been sick right then and there - but the subject was so rich with material that she had to work hard to contain her laughter. "Have it your way, love." She wanted to turn down his invitation to stay for tea, but the promise of fun afterwards was rather enticing. "You've won me over," she said with a dramatic sigh. "But I would like it on the record, that I'm only using you for your conversational skills and your naughty bits." Pressing her hand against his chest and looking up at him she smiled before adding, "and your bar."Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Mar 13, 2022 0:38:11 GMT
Rumors could be useful things. Much of the growth of their community was due to whispers carried along to the right ears, after all - and targets were gained just as easily. Familial rumors of this nature, however, were not what he wanted tied to his name. A name which was inextricably linked to the Black family. Who apparently had rumors going about the Ministry about their closeness... She might be joking. She's probably just joking. If she was, it wouldn't be the first time he'd misinterpreted a tease from Euphadora, he could be far too literal for his own good. Whatever the case, Rab laughed with her as she leaned over his desk, granting him an eyeful that may have influenced his decision to double-down on the invitation to stay. He rose and came around to her, feeling that regardless of the truth or teases in her words that he should set the record straight for himself, and found himself smiling down at her as she spoke. "Good - we remain on the same page." Try as someone might to get us away from it. "Consider it noted and sealed in the official record," Rab laughed, teasingly pulling her to him by the hips. He wouldn't have assumed any differently, but it was helpful to have a timely affirmation from her own mouth when he needed to confront his family about this soon. "Shared conversation, naughty bits, and a well-stocked bar." He grinned and leaned in to kiss her, indulging in the closeness and, frankly, privately, his luck. He didn't put much stock in luck, or anything else replicable by potion. No more than superstitions. But he didn't take her attentions for granted, and found himself relieved that she'd already seemed to forgiven him for his family. Euphadora could spend her nights - or breaks - with other men. Rabastan wasn't fool enough to think that she didn't. But something kept her coming around to him, and thankfully it usually wasn't because of an interrogation from his sister-in-law. Conversation. Naughty bits. Bar. A meal if we're hungry. That was easy enough. "Come with me," he said, taking her by the hand and leading them out of the study, "it's about time you had a something proper to eat here. You'll have to tell me what you think of the cooking. It just might beat the offerings at the Wyvern. Farkey!" he bellowed, and the elf scurried into view from the dining room, its pillowcase pressed and crisp. "Another setting beside mine, for Ms. Parkinson."
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Mar 14, 2022 4:45:11 GMT
Pressing herself against his toned frame, Dora's arms snaked around his neck as he leaned down to kiss her. He was comfortable, though not in a boring way, no. Rabastan managed to keep her on her toes often enough that, although she was at ease, an evening in his company was rarely a wasted one. And despite his recent suggestion that she ought to have informed someone of her whereabouts before her visit, she felt safe. There were not many places where Dora truly felt protected. There was a war going on after all, a war she only shallowly understood, and one which Rabastan played some part in though the extent to which he participated was never fully explored in their conversations. She had seen the tattoo on his forearm he bore proudly, and had heard off-handed remarks about the Dark Lord from time to time, but Dora never pressed. It wasn't her place, and perhaps she was even a little scared. Her blissful ignorance of the traumas caused by the war allowed her to pretend she was invulnerable, no matter how she really felt when she laid awake at night, alone in her tiny flat with the noise of muggles out her window. Living on her own was proving challenging, even when one didn't account for fear, but the option to return to her parents' home was not a welcome one. She had assured herself that her daddy would welcome her with open arms, and yet something kept her from proving her assumptions to be true. She blamed her mum for that. The woman who would have only berated Dora into using her relationship with Rabastan to advance their family's social standing, the one who interrogated her about her friends surnames and supposed sizes of their bank vaults when she came home from Hogwarts at the end of each year. The brunette was not against climbing the social ladder but her friends were not the rungs on which she would step. Life would have been so much more straightforward had their family had money, and perhaps then she would have felt protected in the world, but alas... Rabastan broke their kiss and she watched him for a few brief moments before his hand found hers. A proper meal in the home of Rabastan Lestrange. Not at all where she thought this encounter would have been headed. She had, of course, eaten here before, perhaps even twice, but nothing more than an apple or glass of juice as she slipped out in the early morning while Rabastan slept. She could find the kitchen better than the dining room, if pressed. Rabastan ordered his house elf to set a place for her at the table, and Dora pondered how many paychecks she would have to save in order to afford her own elf - not that she could fit one in her current flat but daydreams rarely took reality into account. "The drinks are already infinitely better, so unless your cook is fixing rat for tea..." she teased. "I shall never understand your fascination with that hovel," she confessed for the umpteenth time. "Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised with your affinity for pleasures beneath your station." She looked up at him, amused. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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Rabastan Lestrange
Death Eater
Shut your mouth, baby - stand and deliver.
Posts: 97
Player: Sam
Title: Snatcher - Death Eaters
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Apr 22, 2022 18:19:53 GMT
"Pleasures beneath my station," Rabastan repeated, amused but incredulous as he turned to look her over. "Do not forget that when we bring the world to rights, you and yours will hold the station you deserve. Patience, pet - it is only a matter of time." The Parkinson family may not have hoarded their gold as his ancestors did, or have been as well-connected, but they had done the important work to keep their line pure. That was what would matter in the future, what they would be rewarded for, although it would help their cause if someone in the family officially aligned with the Dark Lord. The youngest, perhaps - was he through with Hogwarts yet? Not that it always mattered, the youngest Black still had another year to go, and Rabastan himself had not even entered his fifth year when he was summoned to the table. You would not have been there without Rodolphus and Bellatrix vouching for you. Connections, connections, connections...Would she see the sense in it? "But as for the Wyvern," he continued, deciding at long last to let Euphadora into his thinking enough so that she would understand why he had to be a presence there, "I cannot hear what I need to hear if I am only ever in the proper places. Frequenting spaces where patrons are lacking in tact and whispers are careless, it's an unfortunate necessity in my line of work. It helps if mine is a regular presence rather than an unusual one, as it would be if I only entertained going when I needed information. Do you see?" When tasked with locating a fugitive, a runaway, a defector, Rabastan could not afford to be choosy about where his information came from. And while he felt that everything from his shoes to his undershirt needed a thorough washing after an evening somewhere like the Wyvern, it was worth it when he came away with a clue or - better yet - someone whose allegiance could be bought. Those who had no other choice but to gather there were often down enough on their luck for the latter to cost him no more than the night's drinks. While it was hardly the ideal spot for a date...his inclination to kill two birds with one stone often won out. Rabastan led them into the dining room as Farkey hurriedly bowed away from the table, the second setting in place in the nick of time. He held the chair for Euphadora, giving her a push in. For all of his dearly departed father's obsession with passing down the need for control in all things, no matter the cost, Rabastan had found the set of rules at Etiquette School the most helpful when the situation could afford the time and attention. He poured their wine from the waiting decanter, and sat beside her, taking a drink before slicing through the rack of lamb. "The elf does a fine breakfast too," he commented, grin quirking as he served her. "No rats. More than a nibble of an apple."
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Euphadora Parkinson
Civilian
Graduated Slytherin
Posts: 85
Player: Lyra
Title: Reception - Ministry of Magic
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Post by Euphadora Parkinson on Apr 25, 2022 1:47:30 GMT
This was it; the elusive thing that Dora could never quite put her finger on if asked, but always sensed in his presence. The regard he held for her was unlike most anyone else she encountered with any normalcy. He didn’t treat her like a trollop as so many in his social standing did, nor as someone to take pity on as her parents often played in their own attempt to weasel their way into more respectable social circles. She had been called all manner of names in her short life, gold digger, whore, pathetic. Friends were not in short supply but rather troublesome to track down when needed, always off with others more befitting their own life plans instead of finding time to spend with the poor pureblooded witch who, perhaps, drowned her secret sorrows in too much alcohol and flirtatiousness. But all she needed was patience, spurred by Rabastan’s esteemed appraisal, and those hardships could all be whisked away. He offered hope without pity, and not only that but he made Dora feel as though she was worthy. She wanted to kiss him, but only smiled as he further explained his affinity for the White Wyvern. “What do portkeys have to do with...” She found her mistake before she’d managed to finish her sentence, her eyes shutting in embarrassment before she shook off her misunderstanding. “Right. Not that work,” she said, mostly to herself as she sunk into the chair Rab had pulled for her. Stupid, she chastised herself silently, thankful that Rabastan had moved on to pouring the wine and talk of breakfast. A clever invitation. Conversation. Sex. Booze. Dora supposed there was more to their friendship than that, but if she had to choose between staying for breakfast and asking more about his work for the Dark Lord, work that tasked him with gathering information from seedy sorts, she knew the easier route was a proper morning meal. She was curious, of course, she’d have to be daft not to be, but she wasn’t sure she would like what she learned. Dora did not want to find herself in a position of having to worry. Ignorance was bliss, after all, but how much longer could she hold out? “You can send him ‘round my flat then. Not too early though. I have plans with a bloke tonight, might keep me out late.” She sipped her wine, the flavor mingling with the remaining taste of her earlier cocktail and watched her date for the evening play host. Tagged: Rabastan Lestrange Outfit: friends with benefits
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