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Snake In The Grass
b&w, snake, shadows
Outside the Leaky Cauldron, he lay in wait in the darkness, wand at the ready. It wouldn't be long now before Centuria and her friend emerged, and then he would show the little harlot her place as a Malfoy. He intended to make certain that when they were through, she wouldn't want to so much as think of Black.

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Rabastan had a wide grin on his face when Lucius mentioned the 'downstairs.'

"What's the plan, Lucius? What do you think will get her to cave?" Rabastan's questions were eager and a bit louder than he had intended. He hadn't tortured in ages, and this seemed the perfect way to start. There was a part of him that really wanted to make Centuria scream, but he was sure Lucius wouldn't care for it getting that far.

Sidewinding eyes slid from the blond and cut into the grinning Death Eater. The words were not lost on her. While Lytha had never shied away from pain before; prone and postured for a well-deserved beating Centuria may be, Lytha wasn’t about to roll over and let a mad dog like Rabastan have his day just yet.

"Cave to what exactly, Rabastan? We know who and what she has been aiding and imbetting. The only real matter is where is he now?" This was Black’s fault, she anger spoke. If he hadn’t come along and lead Centuria astray, she wouldn’t have to suffer needlessly so like a filthy mudblood. It was his fault, and he would damn well share it.

Lucius also turned his gaze towards Lestrange. "You can use your talents to their fullest extent on Black, when we find him. As for Centuria, a little deprivation will likely go a long way. I would, however, like you to keep an eye on her. I'm not certain how much magic she's capable of without her wand."

He levitated his sister's prone form down the stairs and secured her physical bindings before releasing the spells. He also gave her a good whack to the side of the head with his cane, to ensure that she wouldn't wake for a while. She'd havea headache, but that would go towards making her more docile.

Rabastan followed, listening to Lucius, "I can do that. She won't get past me. I won't let her move an inch."

He watched as the man smacked his sister with his cane, not hiding his pleasure at the sound. This was absolutely perfect. He'd have her all to himself.

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