It's Not Stalking If He's Not Here Yet \\open//

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"You'll see," he told her.

It was the room where the house elves took their breaks. Basically, when the students were finished eating, and the house elves done cleaning up, they retreated to this room. They were house elves, it's not like they did much on their down time, but the room was quaint and something he figured a girl would find adorable and a nice place to eat in. It would also be empty now, since the elves were so busy.

[Evelyn Turner]

His secrecy intrigued her and she headed toward the door that they were speaking of. She pulled it open to find a cute little room, one that resembled something out of the fairytale Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Everything was shrunken and cluttered together. It was absolutely adorable. She hadn't even realized that they were completely alone, she was so taken by the quaint room. "Oh!" She looked around the cute little room in awe. "I've never seen anything so...adorable."

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan shrugged. That's what nearly every girl said, but again, he wouldn't tell her this.

He looked around, as if he hadn't been here in a long time and was reaquainting himself with it.

"So? Will it do for dinner tonight?" He asked, turning his attention a length back to her.

[Evelyn Turner]

"Of course," she said happily. She was still nervous and her heart beat viciously in her ears but she was happy to be here. She found a little stool, thinking one of the tiny chairs might not hold her so well, and sat. There were a couple other stools around the room, one closer to her than the others. Evelyn wondered which one Rabastan would sit in. She half hoped it would be the closest one to her, and at the same time she wanted it to be further away. Could she handle eating when she was this close to perfection?

She looked up at his beautiful face. She should really say something. Strike up another conversation so that he didn't have to work so hard at having a normal interaction with her. "I hope I'm not missed at dinner tonight. Rayne won't believe where I've been." She wasn't sure how much of a conversation could be taken from this sad start, but at least she had been able to get a whole sentence out without blushing.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan raised an eyebrow at her. "We can go to the Hall if you'd like, for dinner. I thought you would have liked this, though," he tested. He knew she wasn't going to leave. She wanted to be here, and she hadn't meant that she'd rather be in the Great Hall at all.

"If it would help your story, I could be there as proof for you," he said, a glint in his eye as he smiled.

[Evelyn Turner]

"No," she said a little too hastily. "No, this is fine. I just mean, I usually don't sneak off like this. It's very...not me." She was going to say irresponsible, but thought better of it. Rabastan certainly wasn't irresponsible, so he would probably take that as an insult. "I'm usually fairly good about abiding by the rules. Most of the time." She had gotten in trouble a few times, and perhaps with Rabastan's bad boy reputation she should play those up. But she would feel silly, like she was making it all up.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"I can help you with that," he suggested with a smile that was playful, but half serious as well. "I don't break any of the important ones. Besides, what's life without a little fun, right?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"What do you have a taste for, tonight? Anything at all."

[Evelyn Turner]

Her cheeks flushed and all she could do was nod to agree with him. Did he mean to say that he wanted to spend more time with her? Was he really interested in her? Would his presence ever stop creating questions in her mind that she had no real way of answering?

All she could really think about was him, so when he asked what she wanted her mind was blank. "Ummm...whatever you're having i suppose. I'm not terribly picky."

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"I don't actually believe you," Rabastan said. Girls always said that. "And, it's my mission to prove you wrong when you say that. Believe me, I can come up with some pretty disgusting menu options," he teased her. "Really... I brought you. And I'd like to know more about you. What would you like?"

[Evelyn Turner]

His forwardness embarrassed her but she dutifully obliged and tried hard to think about food and not Rabastan himself. "Chicken?" she suggested nervously. She knew she was just being silly now, and after such a lengthy amount of time together she shouldn't be this nervous around him anymore. She would try harder now to be normal. She could do that much.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

He smiled slowly. "Chicken," he repeated. He was making her nervous, and it almost made him laugh. He was cool about it though, and nodded.

"I will see what we can come up with involving chicken, my dear," he said, and he stood up.
He was going to make sure he had her relaxed by the end of the night, even if it didn't lead anywhere.

"In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?"

[Evelyn Turner]

His politeness made her smile girlishly. If it were possible, she was falling more and more in love with him every moment they spent together. Her head was a swirl of images; a wedding, children, a house. She had to stop thinking these things before she accidentally mentioned them to him. That would make her look like a loon. "I suppose if I say 'whatever' you wouldn't be pleased with that?" She bit her lip while trying to give a confident smile. The effect probably didn't work too well and she glanced quickly at her feet.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

"Ah, so you can make a joke," he teased her. "I knew you had it in you." That resistance-shattering smile was back on his lips, and you could almost see the sparkle on his teeth.

"Please tell me what you would like. I am only here to serve," he told her. Truly, tonight, anything she wanted was hers. He would pull down the moon if she asked for it. Ask almost any girl... he was very good at making them feel special and giving them what they wanted... for a time.

[Evelyn Turner]

She laughed lightly, feeling more at ease after forcing a joke. She seemed to go back and forth between intensely nervous and extremely comfortable with Rabastan. She felt infinitely better during the latter moments, and this was one of them. She hoped it lasted longer this time. She could see things really moving forward between them if she could get her nerves in check.

"Pumpkin juice will be fine, if you're taking orders. But, don't waiters usually wear uniforms of some sort?" She gave another sly smile.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Beautiful, Rabastan thought, grinning slyly. "I could wear a uniform, if you like," he said, just slightly raising an eyebrow in a coy way. He let it last for a moment longer before he smiled normally.

"Pumpkin juice it is, pumpkin," he teased, winking before he turned around to leave the room, just for a moment, to talk to the house elves.

[Evelyn Turner]

"See if they have something more waiter-y for you out there," she called behind him. Then, once he was gone, she beamed so brightly that she felt as though she was going to explode with excitement. Her heart was a flutter and she felt like she was flying. She had to press her face into her hands to control herself from squealing out loud.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan turned and gave her a look with a raised eyebrow that said he was not amused. The smile that accompanied this look, however, said otherwise, and he laughed. "I'll see what I can come up with," he announced, and then left her on her own.

While he was telling the house elves what to make, he took off his robe, revealing a rather muggle pair of slacks and a nice, button down shirt, and found a small table cloth that he folded in half and tied around his waist as a makeshift apron.

Coming back into the smaller room with two globlets, he held his hands out to the side. "Do you approve?"

[Evelyn Turner]

She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him in blue-collar attire. It was so the opposite of anything Rabastan Lestrange would normally be seen in. And he was doing it for her enjoyment. How could she not laugh? It was so sweet. "Perfect," she managed through bouts of laughter. "You could almost pull it off..."

[Rabastan Lestrange]

He gave her a wounded look that he didn't even have to think about to pull off.

"Almost?" he asked, setting a goblet in front of her. "Almost?" He took a sip from his own. "What else could I possibly do to make this any more believable?" He was still teasing her, of course, and the twinkle in his eye said as much.

[Evelyn Turner]

"You'd probably have to not look so cute." She spoke before she thought and immediately covered her mouth with both hands. She was beet red behind her hands, and even the skin around her eyes showed it. She had gotten too comfortable with him and now she had ruined it all. You couldn't just tell a boy he was cute. At least, Evelyn couldn't. Not this boy. She was mortified.