Adrian heard the unmistakable knock of his wife - confident, polite, but somehow mocking him, he knew - and made his way to the door from where he'd been reading in the kitchen. His work robes had all ready given way to muggle jeans and a worn dark blue jumper and when she swept in looking as glamorous and beautiful as ever - no doubt after a long shift at the hospital of course - he couldn't help the slight grimace in his smile.
Greeting her with a kiss on the cheek she began requesting things before he could get a word in edgewise. She was chipper this evening. Something had to be up.
"Ah, and what would you like this time? I could recommend some fabulous age defying potions," he chided, his grin settling a little into something more genuine. He didn't hold anything against Tracey, it was true, but he didn't exactly adore her either - they'd had a tense relationship over the years after all.
"You're looking radiant this evening, Trace. Find someone to pull one over on? Or perhaps you've set our daughter up with a rich pureblood husband to get her out of your hair?" He moved back toward the kitchen to put tea on, taking down two saucers and preparing each of their cups as he knew they should be prepared, old habits dying hard and all that.