Michael left them to rest and found Robert sitting outside on the snow covered front deck, having used a spell to try off a wooden bench.
"Its warmer in the house Oz," he said sitting with Robert.
"Yes," Robert said, barely hearing him, preoccupied with the study of the broken portkey.
"Finding anything?"
"Yes," he said automatically.
"Care to share?"
"No."
"Oz..."
"Mikey, I know who did it, what he intended and why. I just don't know how he got that into my son-in-law's pocket," Robert said.
"Oh, Robert, don't be silly. You know how easy that is to do? I could show you in about five seconds or less."
"I'm gonna kill him, Mike."
"Yes. You will," Michael sighed, staring out into the morning light. "And his mother and his sisters. And then how will Jack be?"
"He'll deal with it. He's more Lupin anymore than he is anything like them."
"You're counting on that, arent' you?"
"Yes."
"You in practice with your killing curse, then?"
"Always."
"Well," Michael sighed, "We might as well die of something other than old age. If you're going hunting, I'm going with you."
"There will be no hunting until after Christmas," Robert said, putting the pieces in his pocket.
"Then I suggest you go inside and make it look normal, or like some little accident."
"They wont' buy that,"
"No, but they do know when to not pester you. Get some bullocks about it and they'll leave you alone."
"Thats the best plan I've heard. Shall we go get some food?"
"I like that plan better," Michael smiled. The two men came inside and headed for the dining room.