Very few had ever received invitations to Evan's home. It was well off the beaten path and half hidden behind a scrawl of what once was an impressive front lawn. Now, the trees had begun to have their way, though the grass beneath remained well manicured for what Evan could only assume was appearance's sake. Rhamnus Rosier himself had been an entertainer of sorts in the day. There were dusty memories of dark sorts filed somewhere in the depths of Evan's mind of parties and social gatherings of the Dark Art's elite. Now, with the horizon broadening by way of politics, there was some promise that the miserly man perhaps intended to reignite his old flame for hosting. It was, afterall, a rather brilliant political ploy. The elite loved nothing more than grandeur and extravagance, and the Manor was nothing less.
For Evan, it was overwhelming and unecessary. A space for which did nothing but allow him his own leisure of disappearance more often than not.
Although it had not been Evan's permanent residence in some time, he had chosen the manor for the purpose of his entertainment of Severus Snape for the fact that his flat did not provide the comforts that the sprawling home offered, and...for the fact that it still held many of his secrets that, if the meeting progressed in a pleasing manner, he would be confident to reveal in piece.
It was with a familiar smile that Evan answered the call of the door, leaning casually upon the frame of it as he gestured his guest within. "Punctual as ever, Severus."