Marlene was doing her round (in heels). It was tiring, but they made your thighs and arse look perfect. It was so much better than the gym they had opened with all those Muggle machines. Her attention was actually on her surrounding, but a part of her was thinking about shoes and clothes. That part wasn't big enough to prevent her from being alert when the House Elf appeared and started babbling about a man in the kitchen.
She actually had to change her shoes into a pair of riding boots before she started running toward the kitchen, wand in hand, stopping only at the corners to make sure that there was no one hiding before running again.
When she got to the kitchen, she approached with her wand ready and a smile to soften the impact. "Who are you?" she asked. "What's your date of birth?"