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HELLO I’M BACK FROM MY HOLIDAY VACATION WITH MY FAMILY

I had so much fun and I finally learned how to sleep through the sound of my uncles snoring like dying bears!! It’s about half an hour past 3AM here, so I’ll work on my replies when I get up tomorrow!

I hope you guys had a splendid holidays too!! I MISSED U ALL. 

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     Reaching the threshold of the Great Hall, Rab frowned and shook his head. “Nope. I am not going in there,” he said to himself as he pulled out a flask from his coat pocket, taking a swig of Firewhiskey. He tried to get himself inside several times, but was always too reluctant and ended up aimlessly walking down empty corridors. Before he knew it the flask was empty, and loud, upbeat music emanated from the hall. “ALRIGHT-- let’s party.” Intoxicated, Rabastan charged through the crowded dance floor and just let loose. Dancing without cease, he turned to the person closest to him and asked in the loudest voice he could manage, “ain’t this party fun or what?!” 

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001. A WINTER’S BALL — OUTFIT

     If it weren’t for the dancing, good music and hopefully good company, Rabastan would not have gone at all. With a deep breath, he stepped into the great hall in a black shirt, and a silver & black brocade vest, under a black suit, and topped off with a silver Phantom Venetian mask. Though reluctant, he remained hopeful of what tonight’s events may bring. 

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mvrlenemckinncn:

marlene, for the first time in probably two years, was trying to distract herself with the potions homework she had been putting off since the beginning of the year. well – that was her  e x c u s e anyway, in all honesty she was trying to distract her thoughts from wandering to going home for christmas. that was until her quill SNAPPED and the only person nearby just so happened to be the lestrange – who was of course  a s l e e p. not that the gryffindorcared. “i was just gonna say – seeing as you don’t seem to be using it, if you had a quill i could use.”

Nicely enough, he slid her the quill he had brought. He was sure he wasn’t going to get any work done. Rab yawned, stretched and rubbed his eyes, as his body started waking up from the really nice nap. “So.. nobody’s dead?” He asked her mid-yawn. Looking at the mess of papers around him, he laughed. He knew full well he was going to fail Potions if he didn’t get his shit together. “What are you working on?”

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if u listen closely u can hear me not caring 

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philcphobic:

“In my defense you were going to be the victim of a prank if you were asleep any longer. I saved you from having to deal with stupid Gryffindors, so you should actually thank me,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He rolled his eyes at Rabastan when he got smacked in the face and simply cleaned it off with a non-verbal spell and a gesture of his wand. “Remind me again why we’re friends?” he asked mockingly. “Rod is nicer than you, which is saying something.” No offence to Rodolphus, but he wasn’t exactly known for being the most easy-going person ever. Then again, was any Slytherin ever? “You call it lunch, I call it my coffee break,” he said as he moved towards the door.  

Rabastan only ignored his first statement. There was absolutely no way he would thank someone who woke him up from his nap. “We’re only friends because apparently, my brother is your bitch.” He spat, throwing him a disgusted look. If he was being honest, Rab was actually jealous of how much Rod and Lucius got along. At one point, he wished he and Rod were that close. “Oh please. I’m nicer than Rod is. I don’t torture first years nor do I glare at random people for no reason at all. I’m just less nice to you ‘cause you’re ugly.” He said, followed by a laugh. “Just kidding, Lucius. You going to the ball?”

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‘why does someone have to be dead? that’s awfully tragic,rab.” lucius couldn’t help himself; when he spotted rabastan asleep in the middle of a classroom he felt like he should wake him before some gryffindor did in a much more rude way. “your class ended. half an hour ago,” he said as he checked his watch. 35 minutes ago, actually. “i’m all for sleeping through the day, but not in a classroom. come on, let’s go get lunch. or isn’t that on your list of priorities?” 

“What’s awfully tragic is my perfectly peaceful sleep being mercilessly disturbed. Friends let each other nap, Lucius.” Rabastan said, mimicking his brother’s words. He wiped the drool off his cheek with the back of his hand before gathering his things. An idea struck him, and he smacked Lucius in the face with his drooled over hand as he stood. “Retaliation, my friend. Also a scrumptious appetizer before lunch.” 

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rosiere:

“Oi, Bast. You missed breakfast.” He smirked down at Rabastan. It certainly wasn’t breakfast time. Much like him, Evan had been up working on an assignment for Potions. They were supposed to be working together, but Rabastan had long ago fallen asleep, and his snoring was getting tiresome. “Better hurry.”

Rabastan wasted to time to think. Before Evan even finished his sentence, he was out the door running to the Great Hall. He only stopped when his mind was awake enough to notice everyone else was doing their own businesses -- not having breakfast. He didn’t get that far before he realized. So the walk back didn’t take that long. “IT’S NOT BREAKFAST TIME, EVAN!” He yelled, holding himself back from attacking his friend. “How could you do this to me?”

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Amelia shook her head.“That’s physically impossible; our ears don’t have legs.” she glanced up at him, “Oh, you’re joking.” she continued with a light, awkward chuckle and a wave of her hand. “I knew that. That’s hilarious; you’re really funny. Um, may I smell?” she cleared her throat, grabbing the cup from his hand and taking a sniff. “Hmm. It just smells like.. dark roast. Why get it in the first place if you don’t like it?”

“I cannot believe,” he rolled his eyes and shot her a look. “You really need to sort out this issue of yours, Mia. It’s getting out of hand.” He watched as Amelia took a whiff of the piss-odored coffee. “I didn’t know what to get. I hate coffee. But I need to work on this essay for Herbology and I’m feeling rather sleepy. And dumb. I mean what in Merlin’s name is a Snargaluff?”

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“WHAT- WHAT —  WHAT HAPPENED  — WHO’S DEAD —” Rabastan awoke with a start. He was supposed to be studying or doing a project. He wasn’t sure. He forgot. But nothing was more important than sleep, so he didn’t really care that he dozed off.  “What? What is it? It better be important.” He looked up to the person who had very mercilessly disturbed his blissful sleep. 

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          ╳ — isabelle was supposed to be working on her HISTORY OF MAGIC ESSAY, but who cared about that stupid class? instead of it, the slytherin found herself writing down the lyrics of ‘funny girl’, a somewhat new b r o a d w a y musical with some pretty catchy songs, away from the other students. since NO ONE was near enough to listen, she began humming the song in a  soft  voice, eyes focused on her notebook. 

          however, it seemed like the universe was testing her, and she could hear the sound of someone BREATHING when she stopped singing for a moment. with a sigh, the mezzo-soprano girl gave the person her best death stare, an eyebrow arched.  ❛ how do i put this nicely… why the fuck are you staring at me like you just saw a bloody ghost? ❜

Rabastan looked up from the book he was staring at -- not exactly reading -- to the other Slytherin student who sat a few feet away from him. He had been trying to get some work done for a class. It was difficult enough as it is, but Isabelle’s crooning made it impossible to even focus on anything “Maybe ‘cause your face looks like it got stampeded over by a herd of centaurs.” He shrugged, pretending not to care. “Or maybe it’s the absolutely terrible humming that makes me want to kill myself. I don’t know. I’m not sure. What do you think?” 

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hyperactlve:

there’s something wrong with him — it’s obvious by the tension caught in his jaw, the ache in his bones, scars across his body and the dark bags under his eyes that something wasn’t alright. three months. it had been three months, give or take a few days since it happened. anger, rage and frustration had all unleashed, a ghost of the person he use to be. in fact, it could be joked that sodapop was dead - considering he had only recently changed his name to rick. it would be a bad joke.

❝ is it just me or is everyone else getting an overwhelming urge to call the quits & drop out?❞ words are quite, more so too himself than anyone else. leaving education has been something that has crossed his mind a lot over recent weeks, especially after discovering how difficult it is for werewolves to be employed. would it really even make a difference if he graduated or not?.

“It’s not just you, mate. I’ve had the overwhelming urge to drop out since..” Rabastan paused and pretended to look at his watch, “since maybe the first day I got here. Everything seems pointless, that’s all.” Which was absolute truth, really. Although Hogwarts wasn’t such a bad place, he just didn’t get it all. He didn’t understand why he had to take all of these classes and do all of these things. But maybe that was just him, not knowing what to make of his life. “Mead?” He offered, holding out the bottle he had been drinking from to the Ravenclaw.

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pandolliv:

‐- pandora was sat at the end of a table in the DINING HALL, her thoughts deep in the pages of the astrology book in front of her.“honestly, how can people not be interested in the zodiac? then again, i’m an aquarius, of course i’d say that…”

“Well, there are far better things to be interested in. Like.. you know, nothing and sleeping in bed all day.” Rabastan was stretched out on the long bench seats of the dining hall, trying to get some sleep before his next class started. “I mean, why think about the stars when you can’t even reach ‘em. It’s pointless.”

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ameliacbxnes:

“I don’t know what I did wrong. She responded to my advice by telling me that I’m just like every other Gemini and that I need to get my head out of my ass. I don’t know how said constellation ties into me needing to get my head out of my ass. Anyway, are you gonna eat that?”

“Maybe you were just being the annoying little shit like you are right now. You need to start talking less. My ears are about to jump off my head and run away.” Rab brought the cup to his nose and frowned at the smell. “This? Merlin, no. It smells like piss. Maybe it is piss. You can have it.”

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hey hoes! this is saga and i’m Back from the Dead. ok not rly still dead bUT I HAVE RABASTAN so that makes things better i hope

sixth year, pureblood, slytherin, younger brother of rodolphus

he’s smart and skillful, but doesn’t really care enough to excel in anything other than annoying the hell out of everyone lmao

the thing is he doesn’t care about anything. whether it be about being a death eater, failing classes, disappointed parents. he just shrugs his way through everything and just wants to sleep in his bed and get by

he’s less brooding, and far friendlier than you’d expect a lestrange to be so come on and say hi

he could be blunt and will say the first thing that comes to his mind with no regard for whatever you’re gonna feel 

he’s like a kid who loves to play and getting into trouble.

his favorite hobbies are blowing things up and playing dumb so people wouldn’t expect anything from him lmaooo

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that’s about it i guess!! i gotta run for now but i’ll reply to starters when i get back. <3 hmu for some plots lov u all