The Library - 10.15 to 1.00 am
Having kept a close eye on Rodolphus throughout the night, his departure from the party hub was evident in the sudden stiffening of his back and the inscrutability of his gaze. He wanted to know why Rodolphus hadn't returned his carefully worded and clever owl.
Likewise he felt it propitious to press hands firmly against the small of his back and take leave from the small retinue he had attached himself to. A few excuses and he dogged Rodolphus's steps, slipping through the library doors (and closing them firmly) as the older man was settling into his seat.
"Rodolphus," was soft as he moved toward the roaring fire in the grate and leaned his arm upon the delicately carved marble mantel.