Every move Rodolphus made looked painful, and Theo couldn't help but to wish there had been glamours in place - yet there was none and that in itself was terrifying.
For the first time, Theo really started to wonder if something was seriously wrong with Rodolphus. If he perhaps... As much as he knew that Rodolphus would one day die, worked for it even as he spied against him, he'd never considered what it would actually mean to not have Rodolphus there.
He might be the leader of the Death Eaters, someone who had to die in order for the war to end, but he was also his godfather - the man who had been there for him to support him he'd been worried out of his mind about his wife and son. The reality of him being sick was not one he liked. It seemed... it seemed and unfair way to go.
He shook his head at Rodolphus' question. 'This is the most public he's been,' he answered. 'He's gathering support still, he will make it public once he has enough to throw Umbridge over, but not before.'