The Library - 10.15 to 1.00 am
Promptly did Evan then pluck the parchment from Rodolphus's waiting hands, scan the sparse contents and, having tucked it deep into his dinner jacket, inclined his head most respectfully. "Yes, it shall be done."
As he lifted his gaze to observe this man sent to him delivering such news, he could feel a desire rising in him to put out the light in those eyes for recompense of Penelope's life. It was gone in a moment, however, choked back beneath the layers of impassivity and brusquely emotionless speech to be remembered later when his stored grief and rage would come pouring forth on whatever unlucky soul met the end of his wand.
A smile. Maybe it would be he? Maybe it would be his damnable devil of a father.