Rabastan had no idea what had happened. All he could say was that some very powerful magic had been worked, magic which he had never encountered before. However he knew it was not to be trifled with and stood stock still as the Death Eaters departed, leaving two behind amongst the wreckage of the pub. The Hit Wizard didnt do anything until he felt the effects of the Headmasters spell leave him, and even then no one seemed to move. It wasnt until Dumbledore began to walk through the battered room, talking to people, assessing the situation, that the trance seemed to leave him and his brain begin to think of the practical implications of the evening.

"Rabastan, Helena," he said nodding at each in turn, "I'm sure that you, and your colleague, can make a full report to the Ministry.

He nodded; there was nothing to say on the matter. It was inevitable that a report would have to be made, however Rabastan still didnt know the full extent of the situation. He had no idea that the killing curse he had heard had been used by Leathan, nor of the implications of such an act. He wouldnt mourn the loss of the Death Eater; the chances were he didnt know him; however they would have lost the upper hand.

"The sooner we get it done, the better,"

He watched the Auror leave with what looked like a dead body in hand. The figure may have just been stunned; however Rabastan suspected that this wasnt the case. Two and two came together in his mind and he realised exactly what had happened. Flexing his shoulders slightly and wincing as his robes rubbed against the torn flesh, Rabastan walked over to the drunk and bound Death Eater, meeting no resistance as he pulled him none to gently to his feet.

We had better go, someone will want to talk to him, he gestured to the masked man, I will have a full report written by the morning.

With that he disappeared. The assumption made that the female Auror would follow.