The man certainly didn't sound like a murderous criminal. He sounded just as confused as Barnabas, which was disconcerting. If he was there to rob him and finish him off, he ought to have been speaking with a certain conviction in his voice. Not that Barnabas knew much about murderers and thieves... but he had dealt with petty criminals and the like when he'd been with the Improper Use of Magic Office. He should be able to trust his gut. And this time his gut was telling him to... believe the man.

Theoretically, the man was going to enter his home whether he wanted him to or not. Barnabas could at least keep it cordial and hope that this wouldn't end up on the front page of The Daily Prophet in the morning.

Nervously, Barnabas sat himself upright as he called out, "Alright. Be careful, there's glass shards all over the floor." He had assumed the man would use the door — as normal people do — to enter his home. He'd even been readying himself to crawl on all four's - or three's, as it were - to unlock it. Before he could do so, he caught sight of the man climbing in through the broken window so he did what any sane person would do, and scrambled out of the way. Ironically, a shard sliced through his palm as he did so, "Shit! Ow!"