Rodolphus cleared his throat as he entered the pub, he didn't know what to expect with the inviatation. Then again, he didn't know who was going to be there either. All he could do was show up and hope for the best. Who knew, perhaps the night would be full of surprises. Nothing said a night out like a few mudblood deaths.
As he walked silently to the group he recognized, he began to wonder if this had been a mistake.