Whom I find is Rabastan Lestrange gazing down at me. His brows are up, and a smirk graces his mouth. I hate to admit it, but he looks good. Okay, better than good. Alright, fine. He looks gorgeous. He's wearing olive trousers and a white Oxford shirt with a casual-but-stylish, violet-blue coat. His dark hair is a little too long, and a few strands fall over his eyes and ears. His irises are amber with flecks of gold, and his hawkish nose completes the picture of him resembling a bird of prey.