Rodolphus watched with great satisfaction as Remus Lupin and Sirius Black’s apartment went up in a burst of flames. He wished he could stick around to see the look on that annoying werewolf’s face; alas, he and Malcolm had done what they came to do, and there was no use in taking a further risk.
They reconvened at Lestrange Manor, having doffed their masks and robes, and Rodolphus had the house elves open one of the better wines from the cellar. Madonna purred and wound between his ankles as he raised his glass to Malcolm. Might as well give the boy a moment to enjoy his success before Rodolphus killed the mood.
"Congratulations,” he said. “On your recent victories.”
Not only had he managed to apprehend Alastor Moody’s husband- Rodolphus was still annoyed about being kept in the dark but it was, objectively, still impressive- but he’d gotten the definitive names of certain order members. Sylvanie Fortescue was dead, and they’d just left Remus Lupin and Sirius Black homeless. It was quite a lot of chaos in a short period of time.
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