#(thread:rodolphus)

Where: one of Antonin's flats It had been the wedding since he had spoken to Rodolphus was there a reason, either way he had to rectify, that especially if asking for a favor even in the name of their shared allegiance. He had set out some drinks, though the hour was later, something more suitable to drinking. He felt like Thorfinn. He made sure there was nothing that could bring up the subject of house elves cursing himself for the thought before draining one of the glasses and having to refill it. He watched the door with his wand in his hand. He trusted Rodolphus, but people could always be followed, messages intercepted. His hand relaxed a bit as the knob started to turn.

It was easy to find Rodolphus' table, they hadn't been too far apart, he wondered if Thorfinn was in his cups or carousing by now. He swore he couldn't shake an odd feeling about the seats and place cards, but pushed past it to take a seat next to his old friend if only for a little while. "Weddings, always a good party at least on this end of them, but the couple seems happy enough, bad sign if they were showing fatigue already, but you can never tell with these arranged matches, did you hear that Thorfinn is going to go in for one, finally let his old man set him up?" He couldn't help chuckling. Luckily he had the foresight not to have a drink at the time. "He seemed set on it though after all of the mess, looks like things went worse than he'd hoped. I'm sure he'll come out of it, but there might be another wedding by then."