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warm hues shone as the other looked at her. where most others would feel offended speaking to one who was, in a way, looking down at them, she remained unfazed & sunny. “ i wish i was immune to the cold. then i’d get to enjoy lovely weather without getting frostbite ! ” was eglantine’s immediate, dreamy answer, her accent thickening her words. “ of course i’m tough. there’s a reason the word rhymes with hufflepuff. ” a laugh racked her body at her joke. “ i wonder what brings you out here ? not love for the weather, surely ? ”

𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓

 ❛  are you cold ?   ❜   the question suddenly serious and stark against his usual manner.  after all, there was no sense in freezing for no bloody reason, or even the sake of a jest. he studied her for signs of chill before nodding in acknowledgment of her curiosity.    ❛  nothing good.  ❜   he promised too quickly to be anything but joking, his feet hesitated then shuffled into a slow pace. his own gaze followed her, a silent encouragement to join him as he set out in the opposite direction of the castle.   ❛  are you sure you’d believe anything i said anyways ?  if you haven’t figured it out, i’m not to be trusted.  ❜

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Pandora paused a moment. Truth be told, she didn’t expect him to show anything near concern for her. What she had done to him was so awful, especially because it had been for no good reason. That’s why the whole thing was so awful. Pandora had lost two things she had loved, not just one. Hesitantly, the blonde reached out and took Rabastan’s hand, pulling her feet - which were now bright red from the cold water - from the Black Lake. “There was a plant…I just wanted the plant,” she tried to explain, looking back at the water.

𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓

❛  i promise it’ll be there tomorrow. . . . or, preferably,  next spring.   ❜   there was a whisper of old teasing habits as he chuckled, tugging her hand and lifting her from the mud. the moment she was on solid ground he’d released her fingers, eyes traveling to the ground. he made a show of searching for her shoes, head turning and leaping chest latching onto the excuse of avoiding her.    ❛  merlin . . . whatever would you do without me ?   ❜   his laugh was a touch too loud, expression stiff but managing a smile as he met her eye.  it was an unreadable expression that he always languished in. but then her boot appeared in his sights at the perfect moment and he set his attention to retrieving it for her.   ❛  no need to answer that, love. . . . no ----how are you ?   ❜  he asked, bending so that he could catch the abandoned shoe, but also hide his features and the cringe that settled into his shoulders at the weak question.

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   THE GIRL found herself huffing as she traipsed through the dead grass coating hogwarts’ ground. libra’s hands were stuffed gingerly in her coat pocket, and with every step she took the more she yearned to turn back and pick up gloves from her dorm - but she’s already gone far enough, might as well finish her journey, she encouraged herself. she was a little way past the top of a hill once she heard the sound of a voice, (which SURPRISED her). whipping her head around to eye the person, she halted to a stop once she saw her housemate. with an exaggerated sigh, she stumbled forwards again. ❛ no TIME to stand and chat, rabastan, ❜ she hissed, ❛ i’ve got better things to do. ❜

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sensing that he was unwanted, rabastan’s step sped up to a stride that easily outstripped  his fellow slytherin.  though rather than continue on his way, the younger lestrange matched pace at her side,  invited by no spoken word and yet unfettered.     ❛  hey short stack, what’s the rush ?   ❜  expression scrunched in mock seriousness,  he glanced to the glint at his wrist, not really checking the time ( now or ever ), but the action designed to draw a reaction.  annoyance, the ultimate goal.   ❛   strangely enough my evening’s always open for   ‘ better ‘, hollows.  i know standing’s out of the question, but you could slow down a touch. running all over scotland is always a last resort.   ❜

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his  words  take  her  by  surprise  ——  she’s  hardly  expecting  company  (  it’s  why  she’s  out  here  in  the  first  place ,  braving  the  weather  for  the  promise  of  solitude.  )  book  closes  in  her  lap ,  carrow  girl  musters  what  shred  of  cordiality  she  can  after  studies  are  interrupted .  ❛    sanity  is  woefully  boring ,  as  i’m  sure  you’re  well  aware.   ❜  a  smirk  to  rival  his  own ,  brow  quirked  in  question .   ❛    flattery ,  is  it  ?  ——    don’t  tell  me  you  came  all  this  way  for  me ,  little  lestrange .  i  might  just  take  it  to  heart.   ❜  

𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓

placing no effort towards grace, he nearly tumbled into the comfortable patch of grass near her knee.  it gave him the opportunity for his elbow to send her thin limb into a teasing jostle.  in the same frame of mind, he lay back in the grass with a great deal of huffing and movement.   ❛  it’s not half so dull as sweetness. i’ll sprinkle in a kick every once in a while,   ❜   rabastan’s chin lifted to strike the witch with as charmed a smile as he could muster, a chilled hand knocking a fist into his cheek for an uncomfortable rest.   ❛   ---just to keep things interesting for you. don’t worry. no heart required.   ❜  there was a brief but unmistakable spark of admiration that found his studious eye.  it helped to  ease the sting of the moniker.  hell--- what sting ?  rab’s  unbearably smug grin was in full force,   ❛   speaking of-- what’re you doing ?   ❜

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daisy was burrowing her shivering hands in her coat pocket, regretting the fact that she had volunteered to gather plants for madame pomfrey, as she headed towards the lake on her way to the greenhouse. all she could imagine was going back to the hufflepuff common room and bundling up with as many blankets she could possibly have to regain some warmth. she had started to quicken her pace when she heard a voice coming from behind her. “it certainly not what i had in mind when i woke up this morning.” she replied to rabastan, her words leaving a cloud in their wake. “ what are you doing out in this weather?” 

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   ❛  i’m brooding.  can’t you tell ?  ❜   his brows jumped, his sharp wit teasing and hands shifting to mimic her’s. there was warmth somewhere in the depth of those pockets.   ❛  i’ll furrow my brow a little more next time, save ‘em from freezing off, at the very least.   ❜  his lips twitched, and the smug boy stopped just short of laughing at his own amusements. rabastan stalled in his walk to turn, shifting his travels for the express purpose of joining her.      ❛  what  were  you imaging would happen this morning, hookum ?   now mind---  i’d answer if i were you, otherwise i could come to all sorts of conclusions   ❜

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Pandora had been knee deep in the Black Lake, wand drawn and pointed at the water when she heard the voice. Oh, she would have recognized that voice anywhere. How many times had that voice whispered to her, called her name, teased her? Her stomach immediately dropped and she paused her activities, straightening up and slowly turning around. “Rabastan…” She whispered, a distant look in her wide blue eyes.

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at his name, rab’s smile dropped away, his expression distant save the unforgiving hold of a searching gaze. his jaw twitched, great effort going towards ignoring an irate twist in his chest.  rather than return the greeting, as he couldn’t seem to manage the effort of saying her name with a satisfying level of indifference,  the slytherin made a great show of bouncing on the balls of his feet. his brown eyes shifting to the treeline, anywhere but the curves of what must have been icy limbs.    ❛  not that it’s any of  my  business,   ❜   they were innocent enough words, although there was a edge hidden somewhere between the lines. a frustrated, hurt sort of edge that carried it’s way into the furrow of his brow. it had almost been his business, after all.  almost.    ❛  but you’re going to   freeze. . . . and honestly, i’m much too young to witness such a crime--- let’s come out of there, yeah ?   ❜   and he lifted his hand for her to take. his guilty conscious adding an impatient gesture to disguise any keen stakes he might’ve held on pandora fawley’s well-being.    ❛  come on, then.   ❜

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the cold had always made tina feel better ; the further away she was from blistering heat, the better. now, she walked through the frigid grounds, pointedly ignoring the wind nipping at her nose, enjoying the ( presumable ) loneliness, until a voice rang out, making her jump. “ oh ! ” her mouth dramatically forming an ‘o’, she turned to face the other. “ hello there. it is, ah, not very nice, is it, to call yourself insane. ” she grinned brightly. “ still━━ maybe you’ve been called worse ? i have. ”

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rabastan shoved his hands further into his pockets, chin rising as he studied the slight girl down the length of his nose. his gestures were carefree, downright rude at the best of times. yet there was something forgivable in the lift of his smile and unflinching study of her features.     ❛  immune to jests  and  the cold  ?   ❜   pale fingers found the bridge of his nose and the slytherin rubbed at the corner of his eye, enough to drop eye contact. his attention shifted, a small reprieve while he glanced over their dreary surroundings.    ❛  tough girl. . . .  i’m sure you’ll find it in you to take it as a compliment.  ❜

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it was far too cold for anyone to be out of doors, and yet here rabastan was, casually trudging through the grass regardless of icy winds and clouds threatening rain. gaze steady and far off as he crested the last hill before the lake, he was almost too preoccupied to notice  the other ( foolish ) soul  braving the weather. feet falling into a jilted stop, his chin rose and he eyed the individual.   ❛  what’s this ?  ❜   he called, a smile saturated in smugness threatening the curve of his lips   ❛  no one sane out today, s’that it ?   ❜

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        after  a  long  day  trying  to avoid  everyone , it  was  that  kind  of  day  for  alecto , she  was  already  tired  of  avoiding everyone.  —  she  was  a  little  bit  apathetic  and  liked  her  little  time  alone , although  she  reckoned  twenty  four  full  hours  were  already  too  much.  alecto  approached  a  bank  under  a  candle  light  and  sat  to  read  her  potions  book  before  making  it  to  bed  for  the  next  day , when  she discerned  a  strange  figure  from  afar.  she  had  no  absolute  idea  who  it was  while  starting  at  her  book  but  she  could  say  they  were  coming  towards  her.  the  slytherin  grunted  and , without  looking  up  from  her  book , she  snapped  — “ you’re  covering  the  only  light  i  have  to  read  this , could  you  please  move ? ” 

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❛   a please, and everything. who could say no to that   charm ?    ❜   if his tall frame hadn’t given him away, the teasing lilt in his tone surely would.  his hands hidden away within the pockets of his robes, there was a careless hunch to the slopes of his shoulders, a certain lack of concern for the blonde’s annoyance.  but following through on his word, rabastan slid from the light’s beam with a smooth yet no less dramatic flourish.    ❛  ‘course, by the rule of small favors   ---- you have to spill the beans.  ❜  and rab lifted his chin to the cover of her book, his lips lifting in polite interest.

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* ╰    ( ANSEL ELGORT )┋have you met ( RABASTAN LESTRANGE ) ? ( he ) reminds me of (  shifting shadows  ;  of thick clouds of fog from stewing cauldrons  ;  half-hearted laughter  ;  of red wine tipped precariously in a careless grip  ;  a book set on a shelf only to be forgotten  ;  heated side glances with unreadable expressions  ;  of an ominous pause in a concerto, hall caught in a joint hush of silence  ;  of an uncomfortable lump lodged in a dry throat  ;  of a dog panting on a frigid morning walk  ;  of a warm hand clinging to slumped shoulder-- comforting and steady  ;  pursed lips--- silenced thoughts  ;  of wind whipping at ruddy cheeks  ;  building music heard in the next room  ;  of traversing a field-- dry grass swiping at outstretched fingers and of long ignored resentments  ). a ( twenty ) year old ( tenth ) year ( slytherin ), the ( vagrant ) is known to be ( + shrewd & + blithe ), yet ( — capricious  & — dismissive ). that explains why they’re majoring in ( alchemy ). rumour has it, ( rabastan ) is siding with ( the death eaters ) in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon. ( alex, 26, pst, she/her )

oh wow aNOTHER ONE, yes it’s me alex again and this is rab

check out his  pinterest  board 

character inspo: lit every sad boi character you ever saw

 im jk jk

perfect quote(!!!):  “he had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise. “  --isabel allende

 loveable asshole. irresponsibly charming. i hate HIM

an exercise in wasted potential

does not care about anything

actually  the worst™

so sad but so much fun

probably in severe need of a nap at all times

find him sippin that tea ya’ll

living meme. actually the most dramatic piece of shit. LITERALLY??? he wants and loves attention he’s great at monopolizing a room and putting himself in the center of things. pretty upfront only because he doesnt care

is he good? is he bad? who knows? definitely not RAB

rab has been?? extremely well off his whole life. things were given to him v easily . he's the second son with zero responsibility or pressure. but then he also gets to be handsome and charming it’s??? a problem. but on the other hand he has a lot of confidence and his heart is in the right place. life’s just not fair.  rISE ABOVE THE GENES MY SON PLS

boi smart as hell. he keeps that to himself though. any sort of potential he learned to squash down since it’s not really needed for this life he’s got! he doesn’t need to be the one that’s good at things, he’s the second son. a spare. extraaaaa

it gets to him sometimes but who wouldn’t be a little resentful?? idk maybe that’s why he’s extra and annoying sometimes.

pls don’t feel sorry for him though ew. chew him out so he can change his ways lol

but fuck if he doesn’t love rod. rod is like?? his role model, v important to him. hero worship. the greatest love story ever told. his man. the coolest bro ever. everyone else sit down.  it’s a big reason that a lot of what goes down with pureblood nonsense goes unquestioned. like rod is not just a person? he’s   family 

v directionless. wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his life wasn’t planned out for him anyways

speaking offffff   someone help this loser.

i have one lose here,  in need of friends, all the slytherin buddies and maybe precarious alliances he’s made outside of slytherin,  he’ll probably like someone ?? idk, i need him to suffer, also someone should bring a rodolphus!  

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Baby Driver (2017) Directed by Edgar Wright

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David McCallum -The Edge

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