"Have a port. Its quite good, actually," Robert said, settling in. "This might take a few minutes. Mikey doesn't miss much."
When Michael entered Gelding's bedroom, he found the woman who had been downstairs was now in Gelding's bed, naked, waiting for him. He rolled his eyes annoyed. She shrieked, and drew up the covers. "Oh beleive me, I am not interested," Michael said. He flicked his wand, summoning select things into his bag, shrinking those things as they dropped into the bag.
It took him about an hour to clear through the house. His bag, even with the things inside being shrunken, was bulging.
"The rest of it isn't worth it," Michael said. "We need to go. Where the hell is he?"
"He's a bit hung up right now," Robert said, setting down his port glass. "Ready?" he looked at Jim. "I'll see you both there. " He made one last sweep through the house and cleared out all the books of his operations, shrank them and put them in his pocket before he ported back home. Michael followed a moment later, porting straight to his room and puttiing the bag down on the floor, shedding his winter gear, and then going downstairs. Robert had taken his outerwear off and was sending a flurry of books up to his bedroom. Michael narrowly dodged the flying books.
"Oi! Watch your aim, Ozzy!" he frowned.
"I would if you'd let me know you were there,' Robert said, as Kate handed him a mug of tea.