Author's Notes: Remember how I said some of the people I got for this challenge were ones whom I wouldn't have chosen? That includes characters with no lines, only vague physical descriptions and about twenty years on our heroine. Sorry that it didn't turn out very long.
Luna had to admit that she thought Rabastan Lestrange was very handsome.
He was tall and very lean, with dark hair; it was a bit long and looked very soft, and it was usually disheveled in the sort of way that seemed quite fetching. His nose and chin were a bit sharp, and his face a bit thin, but his eyes were large and sorrowful. They would have looked nice, except that they were always darting fearfully around the room. He had a very twitchy look about him in general; whenever he came to bring Luna and Ollivander their food he seemed nervous, always glancing behind him, as if afraid someone was going to sneak up on him from behind.
He seemed so scared that a part of Luna pitied the man.
But only a small part.
"You're one of the men who tortured my friend Neville's parents," she said bluntly, the first time that he had come into their cellar prison.
Those eyes, large and sorrowful but also fearful, turned to glare at her. "What's your point?" he croaked. "You want some of it yourself?"
And then he threw their food down to the ground, allowing some of it to fly off onto the floor.
He slammed the door behind him and Mr. Ollivander, whimpering, tried to collect the food, but Luna sat still, regarding the door with a curious eye.
Rabastan Lestrange was handsome, and he looked so scared as to be pitiable.
But he was also an awful man, and Luna was smart enough not to forget it.