Theo nodded, pleased to know he'd now have a very good reason to approach Rodolphus. It had been too long since they'd met, and silence from his godfather made Theo nervous. It usually never meant anything but trouble.
'Your aunt has always been trouble,' he said with a sigh. 'Unfortunately she's not the only one who is crazy or unpredictable.' And the Order was headed by a werewolf. How in the world was the world going to survive?