After she was showered and dressed for the day, she descended the stairs to the small dining room where Rodolphus had all of his meals served to him by his family's house-elves. Though it was never going to be something that she was comfortable with, she didn't make any fuss about the rights of the creatures his family kept enslaved for dozens of generations. He wouldn't be persuaded and she wanted him happy and relaxed. Breakfast was always served promptly at eight unless the master was recovering from his exertions the night before.