In Hogsmeade...
'The Minister has settled me. Has he told you nothing about me?' Rodolphus was surprised. The Minister had sent him a young man, so young that he doubted the boy had finished his education as an Auror, counting on Rodolphus to behave. It was definitely a test.
Rodolphus sat down across the table, in the comfortable sofa. It had once been upholstred with dark velvet, now it was clad in some merry cotton-like fabric. Probably Muggle-manufactured. Merry was good, though. He ignored Itsy who hovered a large tray with tea and cucumber sandwiches to the table.
'A bit early for lunch, but maybe a little to eat?' Rodolphus invited. 'And you Auror Pucey... I knew your father well. Decent Pure-blood family.' Rodolphus wondered why he hadn't recognised the older Pucey's facial traits. Too long time in Azkaban, probably. It wasn't easy to focus on people's faces, that the Dementors had taught him very early.