Rabastan sighed, "Merlin, no, Ro. That blood traitor will pay though, when the cause rises again." He watched his brother, wondering what Mother would have said to them at this point.
"You boys were always hopeless on your own; Rabastan, move into the vacation home, because I said so young man. Rodolphus, pining after your dead wife is unbecoming a man of your status, stop it. Both of you, stop slouching, where are the house elves to make your dinner?" In his head, Mother was bemoaning how neither of them grew up. He winced when he imagined her saying something about Rodolphus' grief, but he wasn't sure why.
"Ro...I think I will take you up on your offer to move in. That flat, especially with the location its in, is getting cramped," unsure of what else to say, Rabastan seized upon one of the things imaginary Mother had instructed him to do.