Theodore opened the door at the knock and was greeted with an exhausted looking, rumpled Kingsley Shacklebolt. The black slacks and read collared polo shirt would tell anyone else that he was a normal friend of Lassing's who was coming for a visit. But Lassing knew that concealed somewhere on his person was a magic wand and that he was coming over a matter of some urgency if the call he had received earlier was any indication.
"Come on in Kingsley and let see if we can sort out a solution to your problem between us."