Rodolphus stood tall, looking upon the party. He had a glass of champagne, and was sipping it carefully. Rodolphus was not one to intoxicate himself.

Rodolphus had sleek, light brown hair and clear blue eyes. His angular face was that many Lestrange men had, which just went to show his superiority.

You walked up to him. He smiled gently. “Hey, love. What’s going on?”