RP: Important families are like potatoes.
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange and open?
Location: Knockturn Alley/Diagon Alley
Date: 17th July 1999, Mid-morning
Status: Public
Summary: Now he's just being cocky. Rabastan's looking for his family seal (and anything else of interest) in the place he suspects all plundered valuables go - Borgin & Burke's.
Completion: Complete
"Blessed ancestors," Rabastan rested his elbows upon the edge of the box the attendant had laid on the counter. It was large, and a good two thirds full of family seals. "So this is where the old families went to die, eh?" The lad snorted and nodded his agreement, a sentiment Lestrange didn't particularly appreciate since there was little doubt he'd find his own in there. His father was notorious for losing them and his own had been confiscated when he was arrested.
"How much are these?" One hand rifled through the fobs as the other reached for his cigarettes and a lighter.
"Depends on the family, mate."
"What do you mean 'depends on the family'?" he demanded, cigarette already in his mouth, lighter paused in indignation. His free hand had balled itself into a fist on the edge of the box. Not that he would expect either Borgin, Burke or any of their underhanded employees to know what they were talking about. Finally lighting up - these coloured plastic things were so much easier to use than matches - he moved his attention to the seals in his hand. He'd been picking up most of the ones he recognised from his own acquaintances. Merlin be damned, look who ended up in the lost and found. He twirled the Malfoy family crest between his finger and thumb, lips twitching into a short-lived smirk. He'd have to give this back when he had the chance. "Got any more of this... calibre?" The attendant nodded vigorously, clearly expecting a good price for them, and began to rummage through the box himself.
"You can't smoke in here though, sir," said an awkward voice from within the box.
"I can," Rabastan corrected, savouring the taste, "You just don't want me to."
Apparently choosing not to respond, the young man laid out the families he'd found. Selwynn, Black and, at length, Lestrange. Oh, you beauty. He began to explain how they had more, he simply couldn't find them, but Rabastan wasn't listening. "I'll take them all," he interrupted, "Including the Malfoy." He wasn't really prepared to buy the Lestrange crest alone, it would have been as good as a formal introduction with a letter to the nearest Auror. Ignoring the attendant's protestations, he palmed the seals and counted out as much as he was willing to pay for them.
"And it's 'may not'. You may not smoke in here," he mimicked the lad's tone of voice as he reversed out of the shop.
Once outside, he tilted his head and looked around. Given his record, his behaviour was verging on brazen if it hadn't already crossed the line, but he was finding it hard to be concerned about anyone recognising him. Besides, most people in Knockturn Alley looked nervous.
Location: Knockturn Alley/Diagon Alley
Date: 17th July 1999, Mid-morning
Status: Public
Summary: Now he's just being cocky. Rabastan's looking for his family seal (and anything else of interest) in the place he suspects all plundered valuables go - Borgin & Burke's.
Completion: Complete
"Blessed ancestors," Rabastan rested his elbows upon the edge of the box the attendant had laid on the counter. It was large, and a good two thirds full of family seals. "So this is where the old families went to die, eh?" The lad snorted and nodded his agreement, a sentiment Lestrange didn't particularly appreciate since there was little doubt he'd find his own in there. His father was notorious for losing them and his own had been confiscated when he was arrested.
"How much are these?" One hand rifled through the fobs as the other reached for his cigarettes and a lighter.
"Depends on the family, mate."
"What do you mean 'depends on the family'?" he demanded, cigarette already in his mouth, lighter paused in indignation. His free hand had balled itself into a fist on the edge of the box. Not that he would expect either Borgin, Burke or any of their underhanded employees to know what they were talking about. Finally lighting up - these coloured plastic things were so much easier to use than matches - he moved his attention to the seals in his hand. He'd been picking up most of the ones he recognised from his own acquaintances. Merlin be damned, look who ended up in the lost and found. He twirled the Malfoy family crest between his finger and thumb, lips twitching into a short-lived smirk. He'd have to give this back when he had the chance. "Got any more of this... calibre?" The attendant nodded vigorously, clearly expecting a good price for them, and began to rummage through the box himself.
"You can't smoke in here though, sir," said an awkward voice from within the box.
"I can," Rabastan corrected, savouring the taste, "You just don't want me to."
Apparently choosing not to respond, the young man laid out the families he'd found. Selwynn, Black and, at length, Lestrange. Oh, you beauty. He began to explain how they had more, he simply couldn't find them, but Rabastan wasn't listening. "I'll take them all," he interrupted, "Including the Malfoy." He wasn't really prepared to buy the Lestrange crest alone, it would have been as good as a formal introduction with a letter to the nearest Auror. Ignoring the attendant's protestations, he palmed the seals and counted out as much as he was willing to pay for them.
"And it's 'may not'. You may not smoke in here," he mimicked the lad's tone of voice as he reversed out of the shop.
Once outside, he tilted his head and looked around. Given his record, his behaviour was verging on brazen if it hadn't already crossed the line, but he was finding it hard to be concerned about anyone recognising him. Besides, most people in Knockturn Alley looked nervous.