Brian had landed in a very large, sprawling one floor home, disguised to look like any other military base building. The house was decorated in American southwest decor. Rustic, ruggid, solid, hearty. Comfortable. He liked it very much.
"Will this do?" he asked, as the aurors delivered the rest of Robert's crew.
"Indeed it will," Brian said.
"There are five adult bedrooms, and we've made six others to be either nurseries, children's bedrooms, or playrooms. There is one office/potions lab for Robert, fully equipped, and we'll be catering your food in so Angus wont' have to cook. However, there is a fully stocked gourmet quality professional kitchen. There is no work out room, I'm sorry to say, but you're all welcome to join the muggle air force soldiers for any of their workouts. There is a schedule on Robert's desk.
"Most of the people you see here are muggles, but everyone on the base is fully read in on you and on wizardry. They just accept is as any other skill. The one's who are wizards wear a forest green armband on their right elbow. Muggle reporters are always using satellite monitoring over the base, so we need to be careful what they see. The forest green is hard to detect from satellite height against fatigues. You have a couple of hours to get yourselves..what's the term you use...sorted?...before the calling hours begin. If you need a bit of a snack or a brunch in between the calling hours and the funerals, we are prepared to provide it, especially for the kids. Some of the aurors will remain behind with the children. I am presuming you do not want them to see this much death."
"I certainly do not," Brian said, "Not for mine, anyway."