Kidnapping
The Dark Lord had warned him against losing control of himself and it was only that warning that kept him from his own 'happy haze'. The muscles in his shoulders tensed like a dog whose favorite toy had been placed in front of him as he pictured a magical rope leaping from his wand and wrapping around her ankles so he could pull her to them on her back screaming and trying desperately to grab onto anything in the landscape that would save her. It was a pleasant thought.
"I doubt Avery will even be able to get her close enough," he muttered to himself and with a gleeful flop in his stomach he realized he kind of hoped that he couldn't. He wished she would break away and run. He wanted to chase her down, tackle her to the ground and pull her back to Bellatrix's feet by her hair. Rodolphus was far too physical for a wizard.