Kastra's eyes glanced up from the parchment in her hands and across the room of her personal study. It was terribly late, she supposed. She wasn't expecting anyone. Certainly no one on official business. The letter in her hand, yet another obnoxious invitation to some party she couldn't muster the interest to care about in the slightest, drifted down to land atop the the large desk that sprawled out before her. The 'unidentified' sort knew far better than to show up at her home without explicit invitation unless the whole bloody world was on fire.
Peering out the window revealed that the earth itself was not set aflame. Whatever it was had better be good. As she stood she drained the last of her wine from the class that had been mostly ignored for the past hour. The heels of her boots set to clicking along the floor as she made her way to the door. With careless disregard she tossed the glass over her shoulder. She didn't bother to look back; two loud cracks in quick succession was enough to tell her that the elf had caught the glass before it shattered and was returning it to the kitchen. No one seemed to teach their elves tricks anymore. Pity. She'd always found such displays wildly amusing. For the moment, however, in case there was something truly terrible going on, she wanted to be the one answering the door herself. It could be worse, though. It could have been Aurors.
A few moments later she was opening the door to her own home to see just what-
She blinked. Was it possible? He looked so much like little Barty Crouch. Or rather, how he likely would have looked. She suddenly had cause to wonder if any Crouches had followed Barty Jr. None sprang immediately to mind, though that might have been that her attention was rather quickly drawn to the parcels he carried. Her interest keenly sharpened on one of the boxes, even if she wasn't entirely sure why. It suddenly seemed strange for that bottom box to be so close, when she could just reach out and trail her fingertips across its surface.
Before her thoughts ran away with her much at all her eyes snapped back to... the young man in front of her. It was possible, she decided. But possible and probably were different things altogether, and there was rarely any point in showing the cards a bit early. After all, it wasn't as though he likely had any idea who she really was.
"Are you selling something?" she couldn't help asking in something of a cool tone.