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Rodolphus had had enough. Between the recent wedding madness, and the general dealings with his wife and brother, and the stress of swallowing his pride to reconnect with Zahi, he needed another break. So, having politely asked his chaotic family not to burn down the manor while he was gone, he apparated to one of his favorite establishments in London, made exclusively for those who needed a relaxing escape from their everyday lives. 

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation,” he grinned, approaching Valentina. The auror was composed as always; there was a reason that, after a few days to calm down, Rodolphus had chosen not to hold her brother’s actions against her. Especially since she hadn’t been at the Potter wedding, where Rodolphus witnessed firsthand how difficult it was to keep his compatriots from getting overenthusiastic and out of line. “Recent events have made me.... unfortunately aware of how trying some of our company can be.”

He grimaced at the memory of fire, and Bellatrix blowing holes in every wall she could see. Of Miriam Clearwater hiding in a bathroom and Malcolm Greengrass trying to dump a body and Nigel Twycross vanishing completely half way through. 

“So I decided we both deserve a spa day, of sorts. Perhaps we’ll be less likely to die young of stress, this way.”