"Well, good," Robert said. "Sounds like he's back to normal. Another three or four days, we'll go back out, put him out all over again just for half a tick, long enough for me to remove the sutures. Then, he'll be back to his ornery old self. I'll try to have a nice whole fish for him as a treat if he's a good lad about it."
"Did you ever figure out what that nasty smoking slug was about?" Michael asked.
"Actually, yes. It was an ordinary garden slug that someone had cast quite a foul dark spell on. The spell seemed to be designed to turn the thing parasitic and to infect the host so they would do dark behaviors and think quite foul thoughts. We should be very very grateful it was the hippogriff it got and not us. If it had gotten one of us, it would have very likely made us quite murderous indeed. And, before you ask, no, it couldn't have been our escaped sorceress because she hadn't yet escaped by then. So, obviously, it was someone else. Don't know who yet, but I will do my best to find out."
"We, Darling--unless we're not a team anymore. WE will find out who was at work to turn us against each other," Kate said to Robert.
"We are still a team," Robert said. "You're quite right. Apologies, all. Didn't mean to slight you."
"Nobody thinks you're slighting them," Michael said. "The team will do what it does. It's just how we all operate. I'm all yours to assist you until you send me out to the sticks in a couple days."
"And if there is one cursed slug, there is likely to be more," Kate said. "No dark arts worker would go the trouble of just cursing one slug and setting it loose. Too much of a chance for the slug to not do any damage at all. If there's one, there has to be more slogging about in the yard here. I say we see if we can find them."
"That'll be like a needle in a haystack," Brian frowned.
"Not at all," Michael said. He got up, accio'd one of Robert's jar, went outside and opened the jar, and accio'd all the slugs. He put the lid on the jar and came back inside. "There you go. Every blooming slug around. Now, its your job to figure out which ones are out of their little one-celled brains, and which ones aren't. Not my department. You wanted slugs, I got you slugs. Now, what's for dessert?"