((SCAVENGER HUNT : There is an inside joke in this post! I hope you catch it)
Jude only ever had two visitors, because he thought that allowing his address to become public knowledge was dangerous. Jude had what some called a disregard for the public opinion, and this often made the said public less than pleased with the legislature and policy he usually allowed himself to get involved in. The first man Jude had ever interned for, the former Head of Magical Law Enforcement, a man by the name of Rick Stonewall, had taught Jude firsthand what happened when you displeased the public, and didn't keep your home address private. Jude had always been in charge of cleaning up the messes that disgruntled wizards left on, over, and around Stonewall's home.
Thus far, Jude had managed to ensure that only his mother knew his address - and, well, Ferdinand Gullstrone, who had begun as Jude's overenthusiastic intern three years ago, and had turned into somewhat of a lackey. Ferdinand was currently Jude's personal assistant and biggest fan, so Jude doubted he could have prevented Ferdinand from finding ways of visiting, just short of killing the small man.
That's why, when he heard a voice as he bowed his head to splatter Ms Charleston's hedges with water, he cursed his assistant. How many times had he told Ferdinand that he was to forward any messages people may have to his house, but never actually disclose his address. The man would never learn, Jude was sure, but he supposed this was part of the 'sacrifice' civil servants - which, incidentally, typically lived more like kings than servants - such as himself would have to put up with.
On looking up, however, the edge of Jude's irritation seemed to lessen. If Ferdinand had to surrender his address to someone, the sort of person Jude would be least upset with was one such as the person before him - a young, attractive girl. Jude looked up, slowly bit his lip thoughtfully as his gaze brushed against her, before he turned his attention back to the hose, moving it over to a small dead patch of grass that had somehow been overlooked. To the girl, he said, "He's home. He's out watering the front garden."
He turned and walked back to the side of the house, turning off the spigot and stopping the flow of water. He began coiling the hose and turned so he could regard the girl for a moment. She didn't look quite old enough to be of age - shame. But, if Jude had learned anything in his career in government it was this - any small flaw in a plan could be overlooked with the wonderful excuse of administrative error.
Finally coiled, the hose dropped to the lawn as Jude approached the gate, setting both hands and leaning on it so he could regard the girl. "I'm Jude B. R. Shaw-" she was fortunate not get the full name, "What can I help you with?"