Charles was somewhat amused when Pansy Parkinson-Weasley now, and that was a shame--owled for tea. He wondered what she thought she was playing at, but her motives were very obvious to him. Somehow she had discovered some information, and thought she could use it against him in the future. He was almost impressed with her proactive stance.
The House Elf showed her in, and she was every inch the pureblood princess. He mourned once again the fact that she'd married a Weasley. Such a waste. "Think nothing of it, it's my pleasure," Charles said, matching her tone and demeanor. "I had heard about Molly and Arthur, please extend my condolences to your husband and his family." He didn't mourn the deaths of the Weasleys, though he did think Lestrange had gone overboard. The man had to be watched; he was a useful weapon but needed to be controlled.
"Yes, please take a seat," he said, as she was in the process of sitting. Again, she amused him, and he took his own seat. "Would you like tea?"