In the dimly lit sitting room, in the time it had taken Adrian to grab a beer out of his cooler and turn around, Rodolphus Lestrange had apparated in and was lounging on an armchair looking vaguely amused.
"Looking for this?" He held up the playwizard for a mere moment before letting it drop onto the ground harmlessly. While others would most likely have a heart attack finding Rodolphus in their sitting room, Adrian was a Renegade, a protege of sorts, and thus should only be slightly terrified instead of already saying their final prayers.