Patience was something he detested, but he'd learned to live with it since Voldemort had returned and then been killed by that awful Potter. All he did was wait these days.
Watching as his brother killed the damn cat, Rodolphus just grunted in approval. It wasn't really a pleasure to kill something that boring and useless in the first place. He'd prefer to save his energy for Muggles and Mudbloods.