"I see you," Kate said, seeing Jessie and Kaden in the living room. "Don't make me come get you two. Come eat." Brian and Angus heard the somewhat maternal tone in Kate's voice, something they'd all heard at one time or another, and it made Brian and Angus laugh.
"If they don't come, you have my full permission to ground them to their rooms," Brian said.
"No, they'd like that," she teased. "I could make them do the dishes or I could let them muck out the stalls in the barn."
"I don't know which is a worse task," Angus laughed, " washing up dirty dishes or shoveling hippogriff manure."
"Dishes," Khaat and Brian both said simultaneously.
In the bedroom, while Michael was at the desk, with his back turned to Robert, he wrote a message to Edward. Robert woke and found himself in his own room. It took him a moment to remember what happened, and he could not remember how he'd gotten home. He heard laughter from what he presumed was the kitchen or the dining room, so he surmised things had to be at least non emergent for the moment. The pain in his shoulder was almost intolerable even by his standards. He sat up, finding himself in his work trousers still, but instead of his shirt and jacket, he now had a significant dressing on his shoulder and bandages wrapping around his chest and his shoulder. He got up, somewhat unsteady at first.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked quietly, sending his message up the floo and then going standing and going over to him.
"The dresser," Robert pointed.
"I'll get it. Sit," Michael said, making him at least sit on the edge of the bed. "What do you need?"
"Bottom drawer, on the right, under the sweaters. There's a potion bottle. Get it for me, please," Robert said.
"Certainly," Michael said. He got the bottle and read the label and brought it over to Robert and handed it to him. "How long have I known you now?"
"51 years and counting," Robert said. "Why?"
"51 years, and how many skirmishes have we fought together?"
"Too many to count. Why?"
"With all we've seen and done together, this is the first time I've ever seen you voluntarily take a pain potion--ever."
"I'm an old man now, Michael," Robert brushed off his concern, drinking a dose of it. "I'm not young and stupid anymore. When it hurts, it hurts."
"And this hurts more than most," Michael surmised.
"Whoever's been at it didn't use a pain relief spell," Robert replied.
"That's because you were unconscious. You didn't need it," Michael said.
"Tell me it wasn't some hack," Robert scowled at Michael.
"Unless Khaat and Brian and Kaden are hacks, then, no," Michael replied.
"Lovely. A family reunion, and I missed it," Robert said, with a hint of amusement.
"Well, the festivities aren't over yet. We've sent for Edward Donohue to give you a hand with the potions lab."
"Oh. Good thought," Robert said. "That's going to be a bloody nightmare."
"We'll recruit whatever help we can find, and we'll buy as much as we can to restock, whether its ingredients, equipment or readymade potions."
"What happened to Gelding?" Robert asked.
"Wasn't Gelding. Someone with some stinking polyjuice. They're dead now, though."
"Buggar," Robert sighed.
"Are you hungry? Dinner's still hot."
"No. Thirsty. Got a firewhiskey and a cigarette?" Robert asked.
"This really got to you, Mate," Michael said, lighting a cigarette and handing it to him.
"No, not really. I just need time to think," he inhaled on the cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly, taking time to enjoy the flavor. Michael piled some pillows on the bed so Robert could lean back against the pillows. He could see the pain potions was going to make him at least slightly drowsy.
"If I slip you some firewhiskey, you aren't going to doze off and set the bed on fire, are you?"
"No," Robert replied. "Besides, the second you tell them I'm awake, the whole herd will descend upon this room and I won't have a chance to set anything on fire."
"You still keep a flask in your bathroom?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess I do," Robert said, having forgotten about it. Michael was able to go across the hall and rescue a silver flask of firewhiskey and bring it back without having anyone else critique him on it.
"Drink quick, Mate, before they catch us," Michael said. Robert took a hearty swig from the flask and handed it back to Michael who tucked it in Robert's nightstand.
"Now you can tell them I'm still alive," Robert said, feeling more ready to face them than he had a few minutes earlier. Michael went into the dining room and looked at them.
"He's awake, and he's fully alert," Michael said to them. "He's fine. And before you say it, I gave him a cigarette. Don't nag him about it. He's just fine."