Rodolphus urges Severus none too gently out of the house. "And where was she when all that hexing was going on?" he mutters, scowling.
"I am not a child!" he insists to Lucius. "And maybe it was someone else's arm I broke. Goyle's perhaps." He shrugs. "I could tell you about breaking Slughorns nose", he offers. "That ought to whet your appetite Lucius." His teeth gleam in an unpleasant grin.
Thank you! *bows* Only Rodolphus would think of violence as an aperitif. :D