While Theo had been wondering about the lack of word from the Dark Lord, the word he got was not one that pleased him. He did not like to be summoned, especially on a night after a funeral. That disregarded, he still went, because he could not do this if he didn't obey - or at least pretended to.
His mind prepared, he went, swallowing his pride when he entered the house, knowing procedure too well from his own father's days. And yet kneeling in front of the half blood bastard who had killed his daughter was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. Every inch of his body protested as he forced himself into the humble stand.
Kneeling before a teenager, a half blood, the murderer of his little princess. It was beyond humiliating.
"My Lord," he said, his voice and expression in perfect control, his mind perfectly protected. Just the right type of information in place.
"I was not in a position to ask to see his wand, not without arousing suspicion." he said, thinking fast because obviously something was not as it should be. He'd have to contact Snape about that later, ask what was wrong with the wand.