Mad might've been a slight understatement. The moment that Nick had apparated into the bedroom and heard voices, he'd ... frozen. And then he'd heard the second, lower voice snapping at Madeleine and -- bloody hell, he was still in his work clothes, which meant his robes were completely filthy and probably that he looked like he'd just survived a Death Eater attack -- this was not the time to have guests.
And he just knew who it was the moment he'd heard the word 'muggle'.
Pushing out of the bedroom door with his wand drawn, Nicholas cast a dark glance to the Ministry Official.
"Can I help you, as you seem to be having a spot of trouble being polite to my wife?"
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