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Rabastan in Vane. [May. 3rd, 2009|11:36 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |accomplished]

"You must be Rabastan! We've heard so much about you!"

"How do you—?"

"Know you?" A laugh. "Style of dress. Accent. Use of a wand. Other than Draco, I can't think of anyone else who uses a wand!" Another laugh. "Won't Mia be surprised. She hasn't seen another wand wizard in at least a year now!"

A year?

"We're putting the finishing touches on your new home, Mr Lestrange. You should be able to move in, now."

That would be nice. Once I move in, the Bar will think it official that I live here now, and not in the Magical World. I wonder if that means the door will finally close on me. I wouldn't mind it, much.

"I think she fancies you," the stranger said. "She's been eying you the past half hour, now."

What? Who? Her? Oh dear...

"There's always someone who fancies the exotic. Even here in Vane."

He wandered about the city, towards his new home. Towards the city's limits. Beyond it. Today he felt like going for a flight, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

People would likely want to know how he did it, and he didn't feel like fielding questions today.

Just another mile or two. Then he'd be there.

He had this place mentally mapped, now.

He stared out over the city from his balcony. This was a world unlike the one he'd come from, and now, after nearly a year had passed, he'd come to see it as his home.

His real home.

He didn't even miss the door.

"I don't know how you do it," he said to the woman. "Every time I'm here, you're here. Watching me. Winking at me. It's making me nervous."

She pressed up to him.

"Anything to get you to finally notice, Mr Lestrange."

Oh help...

Today had started out ordinary enough. He'd gone for his usual walk, met with people who wanted to see more than just the outside of his home, talked with people still curious about his world even two and a half years after Draco had come to stay, and tried to fend off the lady who had a knack for being where he didn't expect her to be.

Lost in his thoughts, he wandered out past the city limits to where he usually went to change, either to run or to fly.

He didn't know why, at first.

Until by chance he looked up.

And saw a shadow pass over the blue star.

That was the last thing he remembered before he collapsed onto the ground, feeling a pain he hadn't felt in some time, and had almost forgotten.

Why? It shouldn't happen here—augh!

I should tell Mia about yesterday, but what would she say? It's not like the ones from her world change from man into beast and back again...

"Miss, I know you're hoping I'll change my mind after all this time, but honestly, you're not my type of lady."

"Then what is your type?"

She was not going to take "no" for an answer...

Has it really been two years now since I came here? he mused, looking at the calendar. Time sure has passed— Hey. Is that ... the door?

He decided to see where it led to, and hoped it lead where he wanted it to, not where he didn't...
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"Mia, I need to ask you something..." [Oct. 22nd, 2008|07:08 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |hungryhungry]

Rabastan's quest to emigrate to Lunar as a permanent resident is one step closer to fruition. The plot of land has been prepaired; the details the foreman wanted were discussed and agreed upon, and, according to the foreman, Rabastan could move in even before construction was finished.

All was as he wanted it to be, and now...

Now he was looking for Mia, to ask her about how he could go to and from Lunar until the bar was convinced he now was part of the Lunar universe, not the Magical World he came from.

With no great amount of speed—he's got a plate on his lap with a sandwich that must be the size of a small puppy on it.

Food before doors, huh.
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Building in Vane. [Oct. 18th, 2008|08:14 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |busy]

He'd been to Meribia, Black Rose Street, and even met Master Mel while touring Mel's mansion.

All told, it had been a productive two weeks.

Two weeks was more than enough time to find the blueprints for the Fallingwater-esque house, which differed in that it was rounder where Fallingwater was angled.

Two weeks was more than enough time to do everything Rabastan was doing today, in fact, but he'd insisted on doing all the things he'd come to Lunar to do first. Except the plans involving the actual house outside the Cave of Trial that Mia had told him he could have if he wanted it.

And now he was done all that.

And now he was discussing the building plans with the foreman who would be part of the team of builders.

Possibly having an argument over a detail or two in the process.

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Full (Lunar) Reprieve... [Feb. 21st, 2008|12:28 am]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]

He couldn't figure out why it hadn't started yet.

Tonight was, according to his internal clock, the full moon.

And it was dark now. The time when the change is supposed to take place...





It made no sense.

Until he looked up.

Thanks to it being winter here in Milliways, the trees were bare, making it easy to spot it through the latticework of leafless branches.

Or rather, to not see it.

Half the moon seemed to be gone.

A full moon and half of it gone.

Now everything made sense.

An eclipse.

Of course.

But he'd never thought it would affect him. He'd figured that an eclipse would be treated by the werewolf's body the same way all full moons are treated, and the change would begin as it always does.

Then again, just how much was written about werewolves in general in his world? And how much of that from their point-of-view?

And how much of that did he read?

He was ashamed to admit that, for someone with a vested interest in lunar activity, he was severely illiterate.

Once this was over he'd begin research in earnest. Maybe even journal his observations. Write a book. An anonymous book. He did not want anyone to know who'd penned it.

Tonight though, he'd enjoy something werewolves get too few of.

A reprieve.
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Aftermath [Nov. 3rd, 2007|05:05 am]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

It could happened a moment ago, or a lifetime...

How long had he been unconscious?

Honestly he didn't know.

Like he didn't know where he was.

Where am I?

Opening his eyes, he looked about. It was the cave he was in when he first started his time here.

How did I get here?

Looking around, he saw that there wasn't anyone else around. Nor did they leave any physical sign that they were ever there.

It made no sense.


"Who ... are you?" The voice was not a familiar one at all.


He wanted to protest, but found himself oddly drained of strength.

"How did I get here?"


He felt rather stupid for asking that.

"Rodolphus!" he exclaimed, suddenly remembering what had transpired beforehand. "Where—? What—?"


"What? I— I don't understand?!"


"Y-you killed him!"


Another question popped into his head.

"You rescued me. Why? I didn't call for help, and I don't remember casting any spells to summon otherworldly aide..."

Strangely, there was no answer. But a different one was given.


"Wait! Come back! Show me who you are!"

He paused to listen to his voice echo about the cave.


"Sleep now," said another, more familiar voice. "You've been through a lot."

This voice he didn't protest against.

He slept...
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Getting closer? [Nov. 3rd, 2007|01:20 am]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |focussed]

"My brother," he had said in his note to Arianrhod. "My brother's behind all this. I don't know what he's up to or how he's doing it but he is and I have to put a stop to him."

That was yesterday. A little snooping around told him that there was a group of people calling themselves "Potter Watch" that was broadcasting on the wizard wireless telling people all the things the Prophet wouldn't tell; likely because the Prophet was either under control of the Dark Lord or because they were simply too afraid to report anything but happy news.

Knowing Rodolphus he'd try and hunt them down. And...

This had to be stopped. Now.

How was he going to intercept Rodolphus though? Potter Watch didn't stay in the same place for very long. If his brother couldn't catch them how on Earth was he supposed to?

Summoning an owl he tied a note to its leg, which read:

"I know who's chasing you. And I'm trying to hunt him down. Tell me where you were last, and I'll do my best to stop him from hunting you further."

This isn't going to work, he thought sadly. Potter Watch isn't staffed by idiots; they're not going to tell me any more than they'd tell the average witch or wizard.

But he figured it wouldn't hurt to at least wait a week or two, trying to trail Rodolphus himself while Potter Watch debated the merits of informing some anonymous tracker about their last whereabouts.

For all they know it could be their pursuer himself, trying to lull them into a false sense of security. Drop their guard so he can find them easier.

Two weeks later, an owl returned. The note seemed to mock him.

"As if we'd tell you!" it crowed. "But we were in Sheffield not long ago. Maybe you'll find the hunter there?"

Sheffield. Likely he was setting himself up for disappointment, but he had to try.

Rodolphus couldn't be allowed to carry on any longer...

—time to fly—
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Identifying the target. [Oct. 30th, 2007|06:59 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |surprisedsurprised]

Nobody ever said catching a person was easy.

Even the Mounties don't always get their man, though to give them credit, they do put forth a game attempt.

When you're trying to catch a person who is magical and has the talent of becoming an animal, well... That just compounds things even more.

A truism, if the person trying to catch their intended quarry was standard-issue human.

Rabastan was not standard-issue human.

He was born magical. Came from a magical family. Was taught magic at a school for witches and wizards. Learned what he needed to know under some of the worst people the magical community could produce.

Was made a werewolf thanks to his brother's plan to assassinate Rabastan using other werewolves.

Was given a means of imitating Animagi by means of an enchanted ring that, when activated, would bring forth a pre-selected animal form.

So far all he had in that ring was a horse and a swallow alongside the wolf, and neither shape was really condusive to tracking another person.

That left the wolf. And Rabastan to shudder, because he knew he'd have to dip into his rationed-out supply of wolfsbane to use it safely.

Lives were at stake.

He'd have to become a wolf if he wanted to track down his quarry.

Leaving a note for Arianrhod telling her briefly his plans he stood in the place the creature was last seen, mentally steeling himself against what he knew he had to do to find who or what he was looking for. He'd already checked for traces of the animal and found tracks and a few hairs.

Hairs. There should be scent on them any animal can identify. Then I won't need to be a wolf.

Still, he had a vial of wolfsbane just in case. He was not taking chances.

Horse. Birds can't smell.

He set down the hairs next to the other animal spoor the witch or wizard had left behind and shfted to horse—

—and let out a frightened scream as the scent entered his nose.

It was a predator species, his instincts told him.

Quieting his animal mind he gave another sniff, then proceeded to pick up the trail to wherever its source was.

Fifteen minutes later, the source was found, and a very familiar scent was detected.

It smelled a lot like a rat. A rat and a man.

Sniff a little more; it smells like... Like...


He was after ... Rodolphus?


Rodolphus wasn't an Animagus! He'd have known! And Rodolphus had no particular desire to become an animal unless...

...unless he thought it would help him in some way.

Now he knew who his quarry was, he noted as he changed back.

He was after Rodolphus.

But what was Rodolphus after?

Or who?
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To catch a beast... [Oct. 30th, 2007|06:59 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
Sometimes he'd get it from the wizarding news service—wireless and assorted papers that so far were still daring enough to report stories the prophet wouldn't touch.

Most of the time, he got it from Muggle sources.

Some crazed wild beast had been roaming southern England for at least a month and a half now, and authorities were baffled as to what it was.

Come to think of it, there was some debate on whether it was just one, and not several creatures, because there was no way any natural creature could appear in one town one night, and then a day or two later, appear in a second town at least a hundred miles away, if not further still.

The Muggles had no clue what they were chasing, but one person did know.

Had an idea.

It takes a wizard to identify a wizard, after all.

This wizard knew that what the Muggles were dealing with [what he thought must be] was an unregistered Animagus.

After having been freed a couple of years ago he'd learned about all the things that had happened during his incarceration. Things like how many Animagi there were since 1981. Registered at least.

And the list of known Animagi had only increased by one between 1981 and 1995, leaving the conclusion that this was someone who had avoided registration and was now mocking magical authority and Muggle science both so openly.

There was only one thing he had to do, he realised as he set down his paper and left the cafeteria with a rather generous 100-pound note for the waitress.

Catch the man or woman before things really got out of hand...
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(no subject) [Oct. 23rd, 2007|01:42 am]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |confusedpuzzled]

[The previous day...]

Yesterday's events were hard to ignore, he discovered. The headlines all shouted some variant of "Mass killing in Manchester! Law enforcement baffled!"

And every newspaper that had even a small article dedicated to yesterday's carnage was spread out across the table where Rabastan sat, in a Muggle cafe.

Every story mentioned some sort of wild animal, and animal experts were at odds as to what it was. And the animal activists were all decrying zoos, as clearly this was an escaped animal "prisoner" that had gone crazy from living its entire life behind "bars".

They were dismissed, even though he had no idea if anyone he knew was even involved in this.

Why am I reading this anyways? If it is just a zoo animal then why the interest I'm showing?

He folded up one paper and started on another.

"Whole town's in a right state, mate," said a voice behind him. The waiter who was serving teas and biscuits to the patrons. "No one can't talk about nothin' else."

"So I see," he muttered.

This was all ... puzzling...

And oddly familiar...
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At the Manor. To learn what can be learned. [Oct. 8th, 2007|08:53 pm]
Rabastan Lestrange
[Current Mood |gloomygloomy]

A continuation of the previous journal post...


Now that he'd had food, he was finally ready [for real or not] to face the manor.

Suffice to say he was none to keen on this foray, but if he was to find out what's going on, he had to go where they were. Where he was now.

Just one of those fears he had to face. And deal with.

Much as he loved Arianrhod, her presence could not lift the gloom from his mood.

It has to be done, but please Merlin let my brother not be present.
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