"I'll go," Michael said. He went upstairs and found Khaat upstairs with Brian. Khaat looked up and saw Michael, and in an instant, she had folded herself tight into his embrace. He held her tightly and kissed her cheek.
"Khaat," he said lovingly. "I know. I know everything. I only care that you're alright. Nothing else matters. You alright?"
"I am now," she said softly, cuddling into his chest.
"I'm here anytime you want. All you have to do is call. You know that, Sweetheart."
"Just hold me," she said.
"All afternoon, if you want. But how about joining me for lunch. Lizzie sent a new Asian chicken salad for us to taste test. And personally, I'm hungry. Come with me?" She nodded. "I've got this, Junior," Michael told Brian.
He led Khaat downstairs and Khaat said, "I've got my magic back. See?" She flicked her wand at a throw pillow on the sofa and all of a sudden the furniture came to life just as Michael's furniture was. A fireplace poker zinged through the air, and Michael let go of Khaat and began swashbuckling with the poker.
"Back! Get back, you rude stick!" he said. The furniture started all moving in towards him, and he noticed at once. Robert drew his wand, but seeing Michael dueling with the furniture made him laugh. He decided to watch, rather than to undo the miscast spell.
"You're a bloody big help you are, Ozzy!" Michael snarled at Robert.
"You seem to have it under control," Robert said, as one of the dining room chairs ran past him into the living room.