[His anger at her refusal makes him beautiful for a moment - and then it fades as disgust twists his features.]
Don't talk about my wife.
[Her shove does little but make him shift his weight, and he moves away at his own pace, only his eyes lingering on the curve of her lips betraying where his thoughts still lie.
Pointing his right arm out into the room, Rodolphus casts a silent - and to all appearances, wandless - Summoning Charm, whereupon four very old books come flying towards him. He plucks them from the air with ease, then fishes in the pocket of his sharply tailored suit jacket. Moving swiftly to a desk, he rapidly enlarges four tiny, blank journals with a wave of his right hand (his wand is in a sheath in his sleeve, he knows better than to take it out with her around, and if she tries to take it, she's in for a very nasty surprise) and begins muttering rapidfire Latin over both piles.]
...we have ten minutes for those to finish copying. Do what you like, but don't leave the library.
no subject
Don't talk about my wife.
[Her shove does little but make him shift his weight, and he moves away at his own pace, only his eyes lingering on the curve of her lips betraying where his thoughts still lie.
Pointing his right arm out into the room, Rodolphus casts a silent - and to all appearances, wandless - Summoning Charm, whereupon four very old books come flying towards him. He plucks them from the air with ease, then fishes in the pocket of his sharply tailored suit jacket. Moving swiftly to a desk, he rapidly enlarges four tiny, blank journals with a wave of his right hand (his wand is in a sheath in his sleeve, he knows better than to take it out with her around, and if she tries to take it, she's in for a very nasty surprise) and begins muttering rapidfire Latin over both piles.]
...we have ten minutes for those to finish copying. Do what you like, but don't leave the library.