When Rodolphus' hand flicked, Adrian knew for certain punishment for being unprepared was on the way. But instead the broken glass disappeared- for some reason he had been spared. Adrian would not make the mistake again.
The younger wizard swallowed hard at Rodolphus' next omment because he knew very well how true it was. His mind flicked briefly to his torture at the Quidditch World Cup and an involuntary shudder passed through him. He dropped all pretense of being said hardass and his otherwise proud figure slumped forward slightly.
"Yes, sir. Very lucky" He took the slight upward turn of Rodolphus' mouth as a sign this wasn't an assignment he might not return from and turned into his bedroom. He hurried into fresh boxers, a t-shirt and then into his simple black robes. In moments he was back into the sitting room wondering whether it was appropriate to sit. "A drink, sir?"