<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr/><br/>The scowl probably didn't have the effect Barty wanted it to. Rabastan liked getting on people's nerves and under their skin. The scowl was exactly what he wanted and he smiled as the slightly younger male went on to explain his summer and the Black family, "Yeah, I heard something about that. I bet Bella and Cissa would have a fit if someone brought it up..." spreading gossip wasn't his thing, but making lives hell was, "I wonder where those lovely ladies are..." he looked out the window for a moment before laying back out on the seat. Strangely, he was thinking about Karin. He wasn't lying about her being 'cute', but, Merlin's beard, she was a Squib. Rabastan was willing to make small exceptions sexually for Muggle-Borns, but Squibs were an entirely different thing.<br/><br/>At the mention of his sister, he snorted, "Don't know why you care. Not like she's your sister. Screw her 'changing sides', she can go suck up to those Gryffindor toerags for all I care. Let her deal with the consequences for a few months after graduation, that'll get her on our side. She'll come crawling back...but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he teased, "<em>But</em>if you<em>really</em>want me to play the sappy brother...fine. But you'll owe me one."