"Yes, you did do fine on your own as well." Rodolphus relented, a proud glint in his eyes as he remembered Rabastan wreaking havoc in the good old days. Why, seeing his brother cast his first Avada Kedavra had almost choked Roddy up, he had had been so proud.
Rodolphus' smile was wolfish as Rabastan painstakingly returned with his drink. As his brother handed him his drink, Rodolphus stretched one arm out and ruffled his hair, "Good boy." Knocking back the contents of the glass in one solid gulp, relishing the burn as it trickled down his throat, Rodolphus stood. With a flick of his wand (If he had it all along why couldn't he have just summoned the drink? Well, it was much more satisifying this way), his cloak came zooming toward him. Donning it, he looked tiredly over at his brother, "Shall we be on our way then?"