Lucius answers the door, looking slightly...off, and holding a mug. His eyes widen a bit.
"Well now. Spell mishap, you said? I expected something dreadful, and here I see stunning beauty..." he smirks, then leans back a bit to glance in the hall mirror. "We're not all de-aging again, are we? Just you? Pity..."
He steps aside. "Do come into the kitchen nook...straight down the hall here..."