"I do," Angus said. He always wore a cluster of small jeweled tie tack sorts of pins on his shoulder, whether it was on his shirt or on his coat. They were always there, like the gold chain with the gold doubloon that he always wore. A companion piece to the ones that each of Robert's own personal fighters wore. He reached up and turned the doubloon in its setting--just a quarter of a turn. And then he pressed the set on two of the tie tacks on his shirt. The jewels began to glow softly.
At St. Mungos, Robert felt the coin around his neck begin to vibrate. The alarms on his suitcoat began to shine. Multiple alarms had been sounded. He rose quickly from his desk, drawing his wand, and went next door, where he met Marcus at the door, apparently coming his direction.
"Its not Khaat," Marcus said, "Its not you either?"
"No," Robert said. Khaat stood up, with her wand. "Let's not figure it out. Lets simply go answer it." She got her coat, and Marcus and Robert did the same, picking up his leather messenger bag and slinging it onto his shoulder. Marcus wrapped a firm arm around Khaat and they ported out to the sound of the alarm. Robert followed a moment later.
"Where the hell are we?" Robert asked, apparating outside the house. Robert was scanning and assessing what he saw around the house. It wasn't good.
"Bella's moms," Marcus said, having been here before. He noticed the triple in security, and the silent chaos in the guards. "They've had a security breech."
"Angus," Khaat said, understanding who sounded the alarm. They went up to the house, and Robert saw the security guards.
"Minister of Magic," Robert announced, "Move out of my way." He was surprised they didn't question him, they just moved. Something was definitely wrong. The three of them went into the house and found people clustered in the living room with Bella on the couch.
"She's been bewitched," Angus told Robert. "We need your help."
"Move," he told everyone. "Give her to me." Khaat went with her father to Rose. It only took them a moment to see she wasn't breathing. Khaat saw her father beginning to cast the life support spell. She stopped him. He looked at her.
"You know countercurses better than I," she said. "I'll do this." He didn't like her using the life support spell because of the risk it always, always presented for the healer. In her case, it presented risk for her and for him both. He nodded, knowing there was not much time to waste. She cast the spell while Robert looked up at Bella's mother, drawing a small tin from his bag. He was calm, steady, and commanding. The greater the danger, the calmer and steadier he always became.
"I'll need you to brew some tea," he told her calmly. He understood a parent's and a grandparent's panic, but he needed them to anchor into acting and not into the fear he knew they were feeling. "We're going to need it. Use this," he said, putting the small tea tin on an end table. He went back to diagnosing exactly what sort of dark curse had been used on Rose while Khaat laid her hand on Rose over her heart and put her life support spell in place.
"I've got her," Khaat finally told her father quietly. He nodded and simply went to work quietly.
"Khaat's buying time," Angus told Bella softly. "If anyone can do this, I believe its these two."