Rodolphus glared at his healer, feeling her prod and probe him. His eyes narrowed dangerously, a silent warning to the woman daring to test his patience. Rabastan, sitting with his mother Ginger, watched Rodolphus being examined, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
Rodolphus huffed, his glare intensifying. "Not gonna happen. I'm leaving now," he declared, jumping up from the examination table.
Ginger's voice was sharp and authoritative. "Lay back down now, Rodolphus. She has to finish this."
"No," Rodolphus retorted, his tone defiant. Without another word, he Disapparated, landing abruptly in the Dark Lord's meeting room. He looked around, slightly disoriented. "I'm sorry, my Lord. I didn't realize you were in a meeting."
Tom, seated at the head of the table, raised an eyebrow. "No worries, but are you okay? You look flushed."
Rodolphus sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "My mother took me for a check-up. The healer was testing my patience, so I left. But my mother was not happy, so I came here to hopefully avoid her until she calms down."
Tom's expression shifted to one of concern. "Why were you in for a check-up, Rodolphus?"
Rodolphus looked down, shame coloring his features. "I've been getting sick for the last two weeks, and she was worried, I guess. Not like she ever cared before, though."
Tom dismissed his inner circle with a wave. "Leave. I'm taking Rodolphus back to his room."
"My Lord," Rodolphus began, but Tom cut him off.
"Sit. I'm going to call my family healer to look you over and send the results to your family's healer."
Reluctantly, Rodolphus sat down with a sigh. Within minutes, the Riddle family healer arrived, casting diagnostic spells and examining him thoroughly. Suddenly, the healer gasped, eyes wide with surprise.
"You're pregnant. Congratulations! I'll send this to your family's healer."
Rodolphus stared at the healer, utterly shocked. "Pregnant?"