Rabastan actually crouched there, completely still for a few moments, before he could quite grasp exactly what was happening. Somehow, amidst the din of curses, flying furniture and general noise, Rabastans poor ears managed to focus solely on the Death Eaters rendition of Sweet Addeline. It did not make for pleasant listening; however one thing was sure, the fight was over, the man couldnt even walk in a straight line let alone cast a spell, which, considering he had been stupid enough to loose his wand, wouldnt have been happening even if he was stone cold sober. It was slightly disturbing really, that such a man had ever joined the Death Eaters. He was clearly bordering on useless, and that was putting it politely.

Slowly standing up, Rabastan took stock of the situation and, between Bellatrix lying sprawled across the floor and the screams coming from the direction of the female Auror, he decided that the sooner he had finished his task the better. Turning away from the Auror without so much as a though of helping her, Rabastan did what his ear drums sorely demanded and silenced the tuneless serenade.

Silencio.

The young pureblood knew better than to shift position, doing that would only put him in the line of somebodys fire. He was lucky to have suffered only with a scratch, although whether scratch was the right word now was slightly debatable as Rabastan could feel his robes wet with blood against his skin. However it wasnt serious, it could be fixed with little trouble, and it didnt prevent him from finishing what he had set out to do. Locating the now silent Death Eater amongst the mass of cloaks and curses wasnt as easy as he had anticipated, the mans drunken staggering having taken him further across the pub than any sane person would have dared to move, however once located it was strange to think he had been anything but overtly conspicuous, his staggered movements contrasting with those of anyone else around.

"Incarcerous!"

Ropes shot from Rabastans wand and weaved their way across the floor and around the Death Eater, pulling him to the ground with a crash at the feet of Albus Dumbledore. The man fell silently, yet the sound of his bones hitting the wooden floor made Rabastan wince. However it was done. The man, whoever he was, could be safely handed over to the Aurors, wandless, senseless and abandoned.