Antonin has just enough time to snatch up the gift basket and cast a disdainful glance around the public room before following Evan out. He may be affable and nostalgic, but his politics followed him to Baedal. It's almost a relief to be surrounded by people he knows; it's become obvious to him in such a short time that this is not a wizard-dominated city.

Filthy as he was when he arrived, Antonin takes it more as a testament to his breeding and sense of decorum that he doesn't spill the basket when they Apparate. A good wizard may be disgusting, but he lands on his feet after a portkey, and doesn't drop his things when he Apparates.

"This is the place?" he asks, eyeing the building. It's certainly not the manor. Then again, after the last two years, he's not so sure the manor would be a welcome sight.