Salazar, her age was as obvious as her shock. The Bellatrix standing in front of him had softer features and somehow less of a wild look, though he certainly remembered her standing out even in their school days. Where she still was. Before the true madness of their lives, before much mattered.
Rodolphus gave a tiny roll of his eyes as he pushed himself from the tree to stand in full height in front of her, his head tilting as she took a few steps back. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do with this, with her, their situation… taking it day by day had been the only thing that seemed possible. Perhaps in the future. The only reaction he gave to that was narrowing his eyes, settling in to see which turn they might take.
"Yes, I can imagine how busy you must be." Among the trees and wilderness. Right.
But then she hit a particular button, speaking ill of his family and their home. His features contracted with that rush of anger, though it didn't reach beyond his face. He wanted to strike something but was at least better at controlling himself (mostly). Instead, he remained silent for a bit as he thought of something to respond with. And then it came.
"You forget I'm the only one of us who's seen our home and what you've done to it."