Khaat went upstairs and took Remus's portrait and moved it to Brian's office and shut the door. She set the portrait on the floor and sat down at the desk, staring at the portrait.
"What?" the figure frowned.
"What were you doing today?" she demanded.
"I am just a portrait. If you have an issue, then I suggest you use alternative ways to ask your question. I have no idea what you're talking about," the image in the portrait replied.
"I can sit here all night, you know," she sighed.
"Oh, trust me. I'll be here longer than you are," the portrait laughed. "I really am just a portrait. If you want the real thing, then you need to find other means to do that. You know that. I did teach you better than that."
"And when did you ever use a spell to overpower a seer to the point of almost stripping her of her powers?"
"Me? Never," he said.
"Exactly," she said. "What would you have done it for?"
"Can't think of a situation that I would need it, honestly," the portrait said. "Did I...or my facsimile...do that?"
"You are the facsimile, remember? But yes, He did."
"Maybe he's losing his mind," the portrait shrugged.
"Does that happen on the other side?"
"I don't know. I'm the portrait. You're the mortal, remember?"
"You are no help whatsoever."
"Actually, I was. I told you to try another method. You're a seer. Try something else to get your answers."
"How about my shoe through the center of your canvas?" she demanded.
Downstairs, Edward scowled and cast a look down the hallway. "If Khaat is by herself, why am I feeling she's irked. Someone want to go check it out and make sure its alright?"