Rodolphus' eyes flicked to Bellatrix as she rushed in. He briefly wondered why she was nearly late, but made note to ask her later. Returning his gaze back to the Dark Lord, Rodolphus watched and waiting as he created seven potions in seven vials. He smirked as he was handed one, and waited until the Dark Lord instructed him administer it. Rodolphus was given a muggle woman, whose age he neither cared to or had the skill to guess. She had tight brown curls, but they were a hideous mousy brown. Like all muggles, Rodolphus felt a deep hatred for the woman. She hardly deserved to breathe, let alone live side by side magical folk. Rodolphus' eyes shone with excitement, and he felt his stomach flip in anticipation. When he was beckoned forwards, Rodolphus had to bite his tongue to stop himself from smiling.
With shaky hands, Rodolphus yanked the woman's mouth open and poured the potion in. His touch wasn't steady from sheer excitement. The adrenalin rushing through him in this moment was more than he'd ever experienced. The Dark Lord, finally, was asking him to kill. To slay a useless and dirty muggle. While excitement flooded through his veins, Rodolphus kept his hungry eyes on the muggle. He clenched his hands into fists as the moments ticked by and the potion began to work.
What he thought was a trick of his eye at first was becoming the truth. The woman grew paler and her screams louder. Rodolphus had no idea what was happening, until ice crystals formed at the corners of her mouth and eyes. She was freezing from the inside out! How clever, how utterly fantastic. Excitement was written all over his face while he watched as the woman's extremities began to be encased in a thin layer of ice. Eventually, struck in what could only be called a painful pose, the woman was frozen in place. The ice wasn't thick around her, but it didn't need to be - her insides were frozen solid. Her eyes were open and terrifying, as was her mouth. There was no doubt she had suffered, and Rodolphus felt it fitting.