"No," Robert said. "Good idea, wrong order. Dean, you take the first watch, please. Kieran, you take the second. Steven, you take the third, and Jack. you take the last shift." Robert had was already thinking strategically for it.
"I'll stay up," Brian said, as Dean left to get some things at the cottage.
"No," Robert said. "I don't want you up. I want you to stay with my daughter. You know your place. If you believe you're that short handed, I'll stay."
"Its not necessary," Brian said.
"I could check on Durand, Steven, but you're an auror," Robert said. "You have the same access to the records of magical persons that I do. If you think he's not dead when he's supposed to be, and you' think he's gone to the dark side, then you ought to come to the ministry offices when you get back from here and check him out yourself. Besides, if you find him, you may have more of an ability to get through to him than I would, especially if he was your partner at one time." Robert looked at Brian, whose eyes had begun to get heavy.
He went over to Brian.
"Enough, Son," he laid his hand on Brian's shoulder.
"What did you put in my tea?" Brian asked, sighing heavily.
"What makes you think I put anything in it? Now off to bed with you. Kieran, take your baby brother upstairs, please. Now." Kieran got no resistance from Brian whatsoever and took Brian upstairs.
"Daddy," Khaat frowned. "What did you do?"
"He'll be right as rain in the morning," Robert kissed her cheek.
"You slipped him a sleeping potion," she said.
"I might have let my hand slip with a drop or so," Robert shrugged. "Khaat, when have you ever seen him smoke two cigarettes in rapid fire succession?"
"Never," She frowned quite deeply now.
"My point exactly. I'll talk to him in the morning. In the meantime, perhaps he just needs to sleep off some of his stress. Shall I go check Fiona for you?"
"I think she's alright, but you're always welcome to double check my work."
"That won't be necessary. Alright. You go get out of that lovely cocktail dress and get comfortable. I am going to sit here, with my tea, and read the newspaper. I'm not leaving just yet."
"Thank you, Daddy," Khaat smiled, going upstairs. She found Kieran had merely taken Brian's clothes down to his underwear and tucked him into bed. Brian was already sound asleep as Kieran covered him. "I'll pick up his clothes," Khaat told Kieran softly. "Thank you."
"Going to bed, then?" Kieran asked.
"No, I think not. Not yet. I think I'm just going to get comfortable and then perhaps come back down and bring a book and read a bit with my father. You want to join us?"
"Me? Read?" he frowned.
"You might try it. Its good for you," Khaat laughed.
"Khaat, Khaat, Khaat. What am I going to do with you? You're turning my life so upside down, I really am going to lose my reputation, you know."
"I certainly hope so," she laughed. He brushed her cheek.
"You're a good woman. I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes. Probably without the book. I don't think I even own one." He left for his own room to change to jeans and a simple sportshirt. In the meantime, Khaat changed into a lovely pink floor length chemise style gown with a matching robe that was trimmed in beautiful crocheted pink lace. It was soft and comfortable. She found a pair of matching ballet type slippers and found two books--one for herself, and one Brian had been meaning to read and she took them back downstairs after briefly looking in on Fiona and finding she was perfectly fine.
Kieran saw her coming downstairs and went to meet her on the stairs, and he clutched tightly at her just as her foot missed the step. He caught her easily. "I'd rather you let us help you with things now," Kieran said.
"Thank you," she said very softly, her heart beating wildly, thinking about how close she had come to perhaps falling down the stairs and how disastrous that could have been. She glanced at her father, who was seated in the living room and watching carefully over the top of his glasses, his wand in his hand, about ready to catch her with an Arresto Momentum spell himself. Robert watched Kieran bring her downstairs and make her comfortable in a soft, large overstuffed armchair in the living room. The chair had a red country print and a large soft overstuffed ottoman to go along with it. Kieran waved the ottoman over to her and had her put her feet up. She hadn't realized until she did put them up how puffy and swollen and achy they were tonight. "Thank you," she told Kieran. "That's much better. And I brought you a book."
"I found you one too," Robert said, levitating a book to him.
"Beetle the Bard?" Kieran frowned.
"Beggars can't be choosers," Robert said calmly.
"Try this one," Khaat laughed, handing Kieran the muggle murder mystery paperback.
"Much better," Kieran said. "I'll go refresh my tea and join you both."
"I'd like that," Khaat said. Kieran headed for the kitchen to refill his tea mug.