“Don’t need to run out and get it, Just have it ordered, there are a couple of places who deliver. Especially to the Minister.” Rodolphus said with a smirk, doing his best not to stare at her wheelchair. He’d read the papers about what happened to Sophie, and about the issue with her legs, it had been everywhere for a while. “I wouldn’t mind. It’s not like I’m not bringing it here anyway.”
“Make Rabastan do it.” Rodolphus just smirked, he knew she wouldn’t because his brother sat firmly a top the hierarchy that was the Ministry, but it was still amusing to him. “Actually, he’d probably do it.”