It seemed the only visitor was the unlikely one; Merope Gaunt. She was likely not to come for what he wanted specifically, but she did come for his company and possibly more. From far away, her lithe frame walked in her usual feminine way with the flimsy, soft fabric of her vibrant violent and blue dress with a pair of flat-heeled, black, zipper-up boots and a light sweater over her upper body.
When she came to the door, she nervously looked around before knocking and taking a step back. While she waited her lips purse her lips and gaze her mismatched eyes around.