Rabastan rolled his eyes greatly and cracked some bones in his neck before pushing the door of Moses' office open. He forced the friendliest smile he could summon, standing in the doorway before addressing the man.
"Do you always treat your guests so poorly?" he drawled, eyebrows high. Rabastan could honestly say he had not seen Moses since school, which wasn't a shame. They had spent time together, Rabastan having drifted toward the Slytherins in his year rather than his Ravenclaw roommates. Of course, Grayson Wilkes had interested him more than Dodderidge, but now was not time for fond memories of their childhood.
Rabastan's eyes took a slow look around the office, "This is not nearly as exciting as the description makes it out to be."
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