OOC: *frowns* what? why would a muggle teen have had a blanket in her bag? most teenagers do not carry blankets in their purses. i'll let it go, but that makes no sense. it would ahve made more sense if he'd have conjured it. btw, i'm making up the name of the muggle PM for 2025.
Brian came outside to check on the crime scene himself. It was perfectly morbid and gruesome. And he understood why Khaat was so upset. It wasn't pretty. Robert came back with the muggle prime minister.
"David," Robert said. "My son in law Brian Quinn, and my two of my daughter's bodyguards, Jim Cummings and Jack Black Heart. Gentlemen, the muggle prime minister, David Elliot."
"Good evening, Gentlemen," David said, greeting them somberly. "Robert, I dont know how you get used to apparating. It turns my stomach."
"It turns a lot of our stomachs too until we get used to it," Robert laughed.
"So--where are we, exactly?"
"My daughter's estate," Robert said. "Unplottable ground even for wizards."
"If its unplottable, then how the devil do you find it? And how did James find it?" David began to look over the crim scene.
"I was the one who 'unplotted' it," Robert laughed. "But I think James has managed to penetrate my unplottable charm somehow."
"He has to die, Robert," David said after a moment. "No choice. He has to be taken out. Him and anyone with him."
"Agreed," Robert said. "It isn't a good thing when he strikes against our people, but when he strikes against muggles, he's gone too far. I'll issue adeath warrant for him within the hour."
"Do it now," David insisted. "I am quite sure your bodyguards would extend some courtesy to look out for me for that long."
"If they don't, they know what I'll turn them into," Robert said, looking at Jim and Jack sternly.