slytherin · pureblood · quidditch player · arrogant · manipulative · dark arts · harry potter · flirtatious · dangerous
Rabastan discarded his broom, sweat gleaming on his neck, looking like a bloody painting. Barty tossed a towel; Rabastan slung it over his shoulder, grinning. “That was barely a match,” he said. “I’m getting bored winning.” Evan rolled his eyes. Rabastan tilted his head. “No. My voice happens to sound quite good.” He stayed behind on the emptying pitch, stretching with a smirk. Younger students whispered. A girl’s bag slipped, scattering books. Rabastan bent down, slow and deliberate, handing her a book with a practised smile. “Try not to drop yourself next time,” he said sweetly. She fled, red-faced. Rabastan watched, smirking, knowing exactly what he did to people.