The problems his son seemed to be having at school troubled Rodolphus. He didn't like anyone touching his children for any reason, and not even one week in some little half blood, or mudblood, he couldn't remember which, had already given him a black eye.
Not to mention the other things.
He looked up when his door opened, not at all surprised to see his wife enter since she had just said she was on her way to see him. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his hands behind his head and just looked at her while he pondered her question, which was the same question he had been asking himself. And the answer was the same one too.