"Yes," Edward said, coming in from the kitchen with a cup of tea. "He is. Saw him there before daylight. He came in during the night."
"And when were you going to tell me?" Robert asked.
"Oh, shortly, I figured," Edward said. "But as you know now, I don't seem to need to. So far, its not an emergency. He's not ready yet."
"Well then, that makes two of us," Robert scowled. "We're not ready either."
"Oh, balderdash," Edward said. "How much more ready do you expect to be? All he is, is big and smelly. He certainly isn't smarter."
Robert said quietly, sipping on his own cup of tea. He set it aside and got up. "Then I shall go get dressed, I suppose." He went upstairs. Kate sighed heavily and followed him to dress.
Upstairs, Khaat turned and went into her closet. She took a moment to think before she chose a pair of black leggings, her black boots and a silver lame tunic.
"Why that?" Brian asked from the doorway, leaning on the doorjamb.
"Shine your wand on the stone," she said. "Test it." He obeyed. The silver made the stone look like it had burst into brilliant green flame when he fired wandlight against it.
"Damn!" he said, turning away from the light and putting out the wand.
"Exactly," she said quietly. "That was the idea."
"Bloody brilliant," he said softly.
"Every little bit, if it helps," she said.
"I can't ask you to offer yourself again," he said.
"And you have no other choice," she said. "You need the stone."
"I don't need you in it!" he was not happy.
"Would you prefer to take it off me?" she scowled. He sighed and pounded his fist against the doorway, cussing at Remus out loud.
"Cursing at me does no good, you know," the portrait replied.
"Oh, shut it," Brian sighed.
"I've got this one, Remus," Khaat said to the portrait, coming out of her closet, dressed and ready.
"Ah, and now you're starting to use your head," he smiled.