"Bewitched portkey," he said simply, taking a scone and breaking it open for some orange marmalade. Michael, sitting on Robert's left, took a sip of his tea. "Thanks to Michael, they're all fine. Michael does have the advantage that most of us don't have in that he incredibly fast."
"I just happened to be in the right place at the right time," MIchael said. "But I know a bewitched item when I see it. Show them, Oz." Robert hesitated then drew both halves of the broken overly large skeleton key out of his pocket. Michael drew his wand and flicked it at the pieces.
"Reveal!" he commanded the key halves. At Michael's command they began to exude a strange, almost pulsing glow of the a shimmering black cloud all around the halves, swirling and looking menacing. It looked like death itself. "That, boys and girls, is a curse," Michael said.
"It certainly is," Robert said. "It's a death curse. It is designed to kill the user. But, broken, it is useless. It wont harm anyone anymore. But it will be useful to me, so I will keep it for now. Alright. No more morbid talk. Lets eat and have pleasant talk around the table please."
"Here, here," Kate said. "Who is going to show us through the new half of the house?"
"Kieran? You've been the onsite supervisor," Robert said. "Would you and Fi do the honors, please?"
"My pleasure, Robert," Kieran said. "And perhaps later today, you'd all like to see the new outbuildings."
"Outbuildings?" Kate asked, not remembering any talk of out buildings.
"Oh, thats right," Robert said. "No one has seen them. Perhaps they should put their walking shoes on now. Its a long way from some of the bedrooms to the kitchen now. The house is much, much bigger than it was the last we were here."
"ts easy to get lost," Fi said quietly. "It does take awhile."
"We generally do a head count at meals. If someone isn't there, we divide up and search a zone until we turn them up," Kieran said.