Tewdric's expression betrayed nothing, as always. Though at the moment there was nothing to betray, really. Adele Smith was a lovely young woman, yest, and well dressed, but he had seen many lovely, well-dressed young women over the years. Not that he was insensitive to her obvious charms, but experience had taught him there were more important things . . .
"Hm. Yes, well, as it happens I'm not working on anything urgent, so there's no harm done. In the future, however I would appreciate some advance warning if you wish to see me. After all, I might have been meeting with a client." And then, to soften the rebuke, he smiled and added, "And I wouldn't want to inflict Mrs. Umbridge on you for longer than necessary. But please, have a seat," he indicated with a wave of his hand to one of the chairs in front of his desk, where his clients would usually sit.