Augustus measured up the servant, looking her up and down. His niece must have bought her clothes. Clever girl. Not that he expected anything else. He knew she liked her things pretty and clean. That included her servant.
He sat down, flicking the door closed with a wave of his wand. "Do sit down, Susan. I understand you are on limited rations currently. There is no need for you to strain yourself currently.
"I am Augustus Rookwood. Does that mean anything to you?"