Marriage is Murder

"No," Kate said. "I remember that incident too well. Robert and I both know that incident." She wanted to let them know, without saying it, that Khaat had remembered when Barker had hurt her so badly that she had been, technically, dead. Robert and Kate remembered the struggle they'd gone through finding her in the catacombs below muggle London and trying to help bring her back from the edge of death.

"That would be one of your most powerful memories," Her father said to her in a calm voice. "That was a few years ago. I am sorry that memory came up first. That man was tried and sentenced to life in prison." He wasn't going to finish it by telling her that Barker had escaped. He saw no point in frightening her unnecessarily. Robert had found no lingering evidence that she had been hurt by Barker. In fact the forensics that Lee had found had suggested traces of werewolf hair. Not Barker's. Robert fully believed it was James' old pack at work--still.

The memory had felt dark and frightening, and clearly it had been. She had seen the darkness cross over their faces. It hadn't been pleasant for them either. They wanted to leave the discussion as soon as possible, and she remembered no more.

"Enough," Brian said finally. Michael brought the coffee for Brian.

"You look positively dismal, my dear," Michael stroked her cheek. "Try something fun." She looked at him with a frown. Fun? What was that? What had she actually done for fun? "Listen," he said to her softly, bending down to look straight in her eyes. "It doesn't matter what was fun a month ago, a year ago, or even ten minutes ago. What matters is what's fun now. I know your past is missing for you. But how about taking just a little bit of time to live in the present. What would you like to do? Right now?" She didn't have the slightest idea.

Michael got an idea. He drew his wand and started to use some very simple spells and charms, designed strictly to amuse. To get her mind off it all. She hadn't remembered that magic could be so wonderful. It all seemed so impossible, but it was right in front of her eyes. She wondered if she had ever had the capability of doing any of this. Any spell at all.

Christmas. She sorta knew what it was supposed to be, for normal people. But what did wizards do? She looked at her father, a bit lost.

"Its not that different, really," he laughed. "Good food, good friends, lights, music. Its fairly traditional. Wait and see. You've always enjoyed Christmas. I know we have some old photos at the farm. I'll try to go and get them later for you." There were more photos? She wanted to see them all. Frustrated with what it took to learn sign language, she resorted to pad and paper. She wrote that she wanted all the pictures. He read it and laughed. "I'll overwhelm you if I do that. How about a few at a time?" She shook her head no. She wanted them all. He looked at Kate. "She is definitely your daughter."

Robert saw the women playing chess. "You used to play," he told Khaat. She looked at him questioningly. "You werent' half bad."

"Half bad?" Kate echoed, "She beat you. More than once. And you're a fair player yourself."

"Would you like to try?" he asked her. She shook her head, not remembering how. "It might be a bit difficult. Lets try something a bit easier." He accio'd a beautiful antique backgammon board. She didn't remember how to play that either.

"Its okay," Brian laughed. "I'll partner with you, Dear. We'll beat him."

"Two against one? That's hardly fair."

"Not up to the challenge, are you?" Brian teased. "Afraid we'll beat you?"

"No. Not at all. Bring it, then," Robert said, flicking his fingers at the board that opened and set the pieces up accordingly.

Chess. It looked complicated. She couldn't believe she had ever played chess. Robert rolled the dice and made his opening move. "Your turn," he told her. She gathered she needed to roll the dice. She figured she could manage that. Brian explained the basics in a couple of sentences and showed her the first move. After Robert's third move, Brian suggested she try a move of her own. She nervously made the move herself.

"Oh, well done," Brian laughed, impressed. "So you do remember." She looked at him and shook her head no.

"No," Robert smiled. "She just has a sharp mind for games of strategy. Well done, my dear. I think you should play on your own, unless it tires you."