The Library - 10.15 to 1.00 am
Rodolphus slunk off as quickly as possible after Glinda's speech (or did whatever it is extremely large men do that is comparable to a 'slink'). He had no desire to mingle, even though the invitees were primarily his friends and family. These kinds of suffocating get-togethers weren't his idea of enjoyment. Too many rules, too much talking about things he couldn't force himself to care about (did he really care if Mrs Bulstrode's mole had doubled since last they'd seen her?), and so he escaped to the one place he thought safe from most of the present company: the library.
And there he found a chair that would suit him and he slumped into it, a sort of contentment easing his features. Out came the book and into it he dived, fingers settling over its pages and palm supporting its spine like a cherished thing.