<div align="center"><em>Rabastan Lestrange</em></div><hr/><br/>Rabastan Lestrange, the Red Menace, stood a good six-feet tall. Towering over the seas of first, second, and third year students. To him, a great number of those kids were just ants to squish under his foot. Little brats that hadn't yet realized what was going on out in the world. So many Muggle-borns and so many raised by blood traitor families. It was disgusting. Rabastan couldn't wait for graduation. To get out of this wretched place. He really wished his mother would have just sent him to Dumstrang. At least they respected blood purity for what it was. A status. A damn good one too. But no, as much as his mother disliked the allowance of Mudbloods to Hogwarts, she was convinced that it was the best wizarding school around.<br/><br/>Though there was one thing Hogwarts had that he enjoyed. Those bloody fantastic school skirts. Then there were the girls that forgot to have them re-hemmed after a summer growth spurt. Pretty, pale, tempting legs poking out from under the fabric. The hem rising higher and higher as they stretched up to put a trunk on a train rack. Pure blood or not, all witches were the same once the wand was out of their hand and the candles were blown out.<br/><br/>Right now he was enjoying just that. Some sixth year girl was stretching as high as she could, standing on her toes, skirt just barely hiding her panties, as she tried to put her school trunk on the rack in a compartment. Instead of being a gentleman and offering to help her, he just stood outside the compartment, leaned against the wall, and watched. Snickering a little to himself when the trunk fell back down and she swore at it. If she were bright enough, she would have just used a levitation charm to get it up there. Rabastan was thankful she wasn't. Sadly, all his fun was over with soon after that as a friend of hers came by and helped her, "What a pity..." he muttered before heading off the train. There was still a little time left before the train was to depart and he didn't intend on just sitting around and waiting.<br/><br/>The first thing he saw when exiting the train was the last thing he wanted to see. His sister. Remedios Lestrange. Standing with<em>that</em>group.<br/><br/>Rabastan was ashamed of his sister. They were less than a year apart in age and should have been very close. Almost like twins. Instead she'd been put into Gryffindor. It was almost as shameful as Sirius Black being put in there. The Lestranges had always been blood purists and loyal followers of the Dark Lord. He'd long since given up trying to convince his sister that she was hanging out with the wrong people and would pay for it one day. He hoped she wised up someday, and soon.<br/><br/>He watched Barty Crouch wander over to the group and start 'chatting' with them and shook his head. Socializing with Gryffindors was not a good way to start the year, at least not in his opinion. No matter what the reason for it was.<br/><br/>Karin Blutfremd, a Ravenclaw Squib caught his attention as she climbed onto the train. Squibs were almost as bad as Muggle borns, but there were much more fun to tease. Unlike Muggle borns, they had magic shoved into their faces every day of their lives and were never able to do any magic of their own. Sad really. Smirking, he chased after her and caught up just as she settled into a coach, "Going to enjoy another year in the back of the class, Blutfremd?"