Ah, the pitiful cries ... such a nice feeling. Like gentle harmonies chiming into a beautiful song of kidnapping.
Rodolphus clucked his tongue, crouching down as if an adult crouching to see a child's scraped knee. "Now, now. Don't you know who I am?" Unmasked unlike his followers, his face was distinctly recognizable though lacking the beard and immediate insanity in his eyes that characterized his WANTED poster. "Come, Hufflepuff. You should know by now we won't be letting you go anytime soon."
He reached out and grasped her face, "My boy hit you? Tsk, what a bad man he was." He pushed her roughly away, "Why did you?" Rodolphus directed toward Adrian as if he was actually asking him, before facing Hannah once more, "I'm sure he wouldn't have if you'd cooperated. It's important, you see. Cooperation, that is. Which is all we're asking for, really."