Rabastan Lestrange sat quietly on the edge of the Great Hall, watching the crowd before him with his sharp grey eyes. His jet black hair was a testament to his omega heritage, and it framed his angular face. Despite his quiet nature, he wasn't one to be underestimated or overlooked. He wasn't afraid to take the lead when needed, but when not in charge he was always supportive. In short, he was everything an omega man should be, and despite his quiet demeanor, he was far from weak.