<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr/><br/>Hearing that she wasn't going to be made to move, she held her bag back to her chest. Just a nervous habit she had. Her mother had seen her doing it several times whenever they went to Diagon Alley and told her not to do it, but that really did little to stop her. It just made her feel a bit more protected or less exposed to have something in front of her. Not that Lavender expected anything bad out of Brutus. For the most part, it was just the Slytherins she had to watch out for, "You weren't...you weren't intruding. I was just trying to fall asleep," her cheeks flushed a little, "Ackerly...uh...Lavender Ackerly. And you're Brutus Tremblett, right? That's a..." she seemed to think for a moment, "...54. So you're a two and a seven. Those are very good numbers," her whole face turned red for a moment, "Sorry. I shouldn't say that," figuring he had people to get back to, she turned her attention out the window.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr/><br/>Once the redhead was free of the chains, he sat up and stretched a little. Rubbing his arms where the chains had been wrapped around him, "If he wants to 'convert' little Remy, by all means let him," he said with a shrug, "Let him deal with her whining."<br/><br/>"As for what I said having 'appeal', Bella. No one would believe it anyway.<em>You</em>keeping<em>me</em>tied up? Very unbelievable," he snorted before relaxing in his seat. Rebastan kicked his feet up and rested them on the edge of Bellatrix and Barty's bench, "Though I don't think my brother would mind you doing it to him," his brother hadn't kept it very secret that he had some interest in the deranged woman, "He might even let you if you ask him nicely," not that he knew where Rodolphus was. He hadn't seen his brother all day.