Rodolphus grinned as he watched his brother pace, he loved to annoy him, even though they were grown it was still fun. Shaking his head, he moved closer to his brother, drawing his wand he began to poking the younger Lestrange. He knew their mother would be rolling over in her grave if she knew what they were up to.
"Yes, we can. The pubs are starting to close so there will be a lot of drunkards we can use as easy targets. It's perfect.'