"My lord, a potions book he doesn't have? How is that possible? I think we should check and see if the world is still turning," Michael teased.
"Tell me, Michael," Edward said, actually curious. "How far can you push him before he throws some sort of a prank in your direction?"
"Yeah, just about now," Michael laughed. "I'm not afraid. I usually win anyway." Kate and Robert laughed out loud.
"Really? Is that how you remember it?" Kate laughed. "As I recall, your own boggart got you pretty good the last time you had too much firewhiskey."
"Oh, that. Well, yeah, but..." Michael started.
"Do tell," Edward said, seeing Michael squirm a little.
"So Mr I-Always-Win over there just about had a legitimate panic attack. He got drunk out of his mind, and the next morning, his boggart shows up as a woman in a wedding dress right beside him in his bed," Robert said, laughing. Kate and I were downstairs, not wanting to miss it, and here he comes, dashing down the stairs and out of the house into the yard--in his birthday suit, shrieking like a little girl, with the boggart right on his heels."
By this time, Edward and Gabe and the others were laughing so hard, it brought a tear to their eyes.
"Jack, if the creek needs shoring up, let's get the outdoor crew on it, shall we?" Robert said. "I know it's usually Brian's call, but if they're leaving tomorrow, I feel absolutely no regret for getting on that and getting it handled. I don't want anybody or one of the horses perhaps hurt because they've slid and gotten hurt."