Greg and Open
Someone had handed Greg a glass of Ogden's Old Firewhisky and most of the invited guests seemed to have arrive - along with a cat, presumably one of Mrs McHavelock's. Greg scowled down at the animal, which was trying to wind its way around his feet. "I set the wards to keep you out," he commented, bending to grab the offending animal. He had no doubt that finding out her cats had been inside his flat would make Mrs McHavelock blame him somehow.
He chucked the animal out through the door just as another guest arrived and Greg greeted them with a nod - and a scowl as the cat darted straight back in. He was going to have to investigate wards strong enough to actually keep the damn things out. "Alright?" he asked his guest. "You want a drink?"