The house elf that announced the arrival of his visitor looked frightened, and Blagden realized why when it told him that it was none other than Rodolphus Lestrange who was on his way to meet with him. Mr. Greengrass barely had time to widen his eyes and give his house elf a rushed message to tell his wife to make herself scarce in the house before the library doors opened.
"Why, Rodolphus Lestrange," he said as cordially as possible. "How nice of you to come all this way." He gestured to the chair near him. "Please, do have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
He hadn't actually ever expected this man to take the time to actually visit. Perhaps a few heated owls before Blagden paid his dues, but this gesture had been unexpected. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"