Rodolphus was already busy at work behind his desk in his study. The moment her shadow crossed in front of his door, he called out for her to join him. She'd been hoping foolishly that she would be able to slip unnoticed into the tiny kitchen to find something to eat before he knew she was awake. Likely there would be lots of questions about her activities the day before. He wasn't a dumb man in the slightest. The fate of Albert Runcorn and the London offices of the Daily Prophet would be attributed to her wand. Would he be angry? She never could tell how he would react.