Angus appreciated the help. Much as he liked kidds, he was hoping Khaat and Brian would at least consider waiting before they had any more. 5 in diapers at the same time was, at times, a bit much. And especially when Dakota was acting out because she was angry at the absence of her parents and her 'papa.' He was starting to put the finishing touches on a peach tart when he heard a loud crash from the nursery and several of the kids all crying loudly at once.
"That was not good," Michael frowned, laying aside his carving knife.
"Nope," Angus said, dropping his work and starting to run, his heart feeling like it had stopped altogether. Michael's strides matched his own.
Angus arrived to see that somehow the large oak toyshelf that nearly touched the ceiling had been somehow toppled over and the toys thrown all over the room. Almost every child seemed to have been struck by some toy. Michael dashed over to the toyshelf and flicked his wand at it, putting it upright again.
"Angus!" Michael called. Under the shelf had been Abbey's left leg. And to Michael, it didn't look good. It looked very clearly broken to him. She was screaming, tears rolling down her face. He looked back towards Angus just in time to see Angus's carving knife hurling, from behind towards Angus. "Finite!" Michael roared, furious. The knife dropped to the hallway floor. Angus spun around wide eyed, seeing the huge carving knife on the floor.
"What the hell...?" Angus asked.
"Send for Brian," Michael said. "Somebody's accidental magic is off the charts."