Rodolphus sat in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace in his study. He was pleased to see that the house elves had been keeping at least this part of the manor clean and dustfree. Admittedly there were many areas in the manor they would not be able to enter due to the house wards but he had made sure they would be able to enter the study despite the wards. Of course had anyone else tried to do so, they would ahve received a very nasty surprise... and given the house elves a mess to clean up.
He settled himself more comfortably in the armchair as he waited for his godson. There would be no hiding the aftermath of the battle and in truth he had no intention of disguisng his missing arm. Let others think that it made him weak; he was more than willing to be underestimated. It was why he had used some judicious glamours to make himself look pale and tired and why he had no intention of getting up and would allow the house elves to do the work. Let Theodore take the news back to the rest of the world that Rodolphus Lestrange was weakened. He would enjoy surprising them.
When the door opened, he allowed himself to slump slightly in his chair and he greeted his godson with a small reserved smile.
"Theodore," he said, letting the barest edge of weariness enter his voice. "I am... well enough." He gestured to the other chair. "Sit down and let the house elf know what you wish to drink."