Rodolphus sipped at his soup, agreeing with his brother when the vision overcame him.
Fire fell from the sky as roofs burned and people cried out. The flashing green of killing curses and the sweet sounds of death cries filled the air.
He heard a familiar cackle as he saw Bellatrix rise from the smoke, the Cruciatus on her lips as her victim lay screaming and writhing at her feet...
He swooned, the intensity of the vision more than he had in a long while. He'd not had a waking vision like that, either, and he looked up as his spoon clattered against the bowl.
Covering up the momentary loss of his senses, he wiped his mouth with his napkin, taking a drink. It would seem that the vision showed the success they would have with their little trip to the town.
Turning to his wife, he gave her an amused look. "Perhaps you might wish to join my brother and his mate on their little excursion. I know how much you like to go out and play."