Khaat assembled a few more pieces into the puzzle. She was wondering if she had always been so slow and stupid. Brian had showed her photos of her, when she was healthier. Not so thin. And she had been at work. In a hospital, in a restaurant, and he said she was the chief judge of the highest wizarding court in England. Surely, then, she could not be as stupid and slow as she felt now. And surely she had not been mute all her life. Had she ever done magic? Brian said she had. He had shown her her wand. Why could she not even assemble a jigsaw puzzle without it taking her time and struggle? Why could she not remember? She had a million questions.
Downstairs, Kate felt Khaat's frustrations rising. The questions were mounting. "Restlessness," Kate sighed. "I hadn't expected it this soon."
"She is far too much like Remus," Michael sighed. He heard a tapping at the window. He flicked his finger and opened the window. Archangel glided in and over to his shoulder. There was an awkard wad of parchment in his talons. The wad of parchment was magically sealed to keep it from opening. A hasty wrapping job at best. "Thank you, Archangel," Michael petted the bird and took the wad of paper. Kate whistled for the bird and it gladly glided to her, always glad to see the woman who had raised him and trained him.
"What is it, Michael?" Kate asked.
"Someone sent me a package in a hurry. Not sure how that bloody bird got it, but it looks like the work of a friend of mine who frequents some of the unsavory parts of muggle London." Michael undid the binding charm and opened the wad of paper. "Oh dear God," Michael gasped softly, looking into the paper.
"Michael?" Kate was almost alarmed by the tone in his voice.
"Kate," Michael said, stunned and confused, "Look." He reached into the crumpled parchment and picked up something and lifted it up. Pinched between his index finger and his thumb was the one of a kind, stunningly massive set of diamonds and emeralds that Khaat had worn for the two years. The enormous engagement ring, the equally as large wedding ring and the custom designed ring guard that tied them together and made them look like one huge, breathtaking ring. There was no duplicate set. Nothing like it. Brian had taken painstaking steps to make sure that his statement of his love to his bride was like none other on the planet.
"Oh God," Kate gasped. She got up immediately and went over to Michael. "Michael, tell me they're real." Michael looked carefully over the rings. Even the inscriptions on the inside of the bands were exact. Down to the engagement rings nearly microscopic imperfection in its inscription.
"Kate, these are completely real. The stones are real. The rings are real. These are hers. No question whatsoever," he said softly. "My friend risked his life to get these to me. Clearly."
"Michael," she said, deeply moved. ""I will pay your friend whatever he asks...."
"He will want nothing Not money anyway," Michael said. "Will it help?"
"Yes. I believe it will. Let's give them to Brian. He should return them to her himself," Kate said. "They came from him originally. They need to go back to her from him. He needs to put them back on her hand where they belong herself."
"Agreed," Michael said. "I'll check them for any dark magic, to be safe and I'll clean them up for her. I want them to be stunning."
"They've always been stunning," Kate smiled. "But thank you." Archangel tugged on her hair as if to remind her that it had been he who had brought them. "Alright, alright. Go see Angus for a treat. You've earned it," she laughed. "Leave my hair, please." The bird flew into the kitchen, screeching, perching on the end of the countertop, demanding a treat for a job well done.
"You again?" Angus laughed at the bird. "Cassidy, he's mooching for a treat. Will you give him one?"