87. Plaid

"Er..thanks Bella,"Rodolphus said to his wife, who'd already left the room after throwing an unwrapped plaid, moth-eaten jumper at him.
He wasn't bothered with birthdays anyway, but suspected his brother had told Bellatrix to get him a present. He sighed, but quickly looked more cheerful as Bellatrix re-entered the room.

"You could wear that to the meeting tonight,"she said to him seriously.
Rodolphus looked puzzled.
"You know. The meeting with the Dark Lord,"she explained, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not wearing that!"Rodolphus said angrily. He normally agreed to everything his wife asked for an easy life, but he had to put his foot down here.