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Rabastan Lestrange is a black mark on the name of Slytherin.
Honestly, his chief ambition is the desire to remove Narcissa Black's panties with his teeth to further his own efforts to kiss her ass... he's stubborn and ignorant enough that I'm beginning to wonder if he shouldn't have been sorted into Hufflepuff.
The utter arrogance--forcing his way into my business and then acting so high-and-mighty, as though he were somehow better than me. I've never given a shit what he thinks about what I do, where I go, or who I fuck... he's hardly worth my time, a second son obsessed with a woman who will never have him. Choosing blind devotion to that blonde pig over relations with worthwhile people?
How pathetic.