Rodolphus offered his son a small smile, thinking back to the days when he was in Hogwarts. Between chasing Bellatrix and playing Quidditch he was busy, and what little off time he had he spent in detention.
"I've heard rumors of that quill, I've yet to see it in use. You must tell me how that goes." He shook his head, "Depends on what you did. There were a few times I got a lashing."