"Yes, thanks, Kaden," Brian said. "None of us have gotten any supper, so if you want some, I'll relieve you in a bit. Angus is back in the kitchen again, so I'm sure whatever it is, it's going to be very nice."
"Macaroni and cheese," Angus said. "Some very healthy but tasty turkey meatballs in a Greek tomato basil sauce, and some sauteed shaved brussel sprouts with some slivered almonds. Dessert is Michael's strawberry shortcake trifle. I realize its a bit of a late supper even by this household's standards, but I had Ruby reheat it, so I'm sure it's fine. You're always welcome to tuck into a plate if you want it."
"I'll check back in a bit," Brian said, wanting to get downstairs. He stopped by Abbey's room and saw Mira was still there. "How's she doing, Mira?"
"Out like a light," Mira said softly.
"Come downstairs and eat, then," he told her. "Let's take the chance that she'll relax now that Khaat and Marcus are home and safe. Maybe those little seers' energies of hers will let her know its all good again for now."
"I am hungry," Mira admitted.
"Then come eat," he motioned to her. She left and went downstairs. It occurred to him that Mira was going to have to do her last two years of school at Hogwarts. She was such good help here that he hated to see her go, and she would certainly have a bit of an adjustment. Gabe said she had gone to Ilvermorny, so perhaps she'd do alright at Hogwarts. Gabe had mentioned that, in a way, he was sad he'd had to uproot her from Ilvermorny but he was going to be glad that she would graduate from Hogwarts like he had.
Brian went back down to the kitchen, where Michael had helped Khaat get a little tea.
"Better?" Brian asked Khaat gently.
"Yeah, thanks," she said softly. "Sorry. I'm going to have to stop going to Sparks, I guess."
"No, you don't have to stop going to Sparks. You're the owner. They need you there. You and Marcus just are going to have to stop going that way. It makes you an easy target. I think you should just apparate into the kitchen and stop trying to walk it," he told her. "I know that when James is not up your butt, its a nice walk. I will find out why we weren't notified that he wasn't in Azkaban. If we'd known that, Marcus wouldn't have been taken by surprise. That's where it all went off the rails for us."
"How is he?"
"He's alright. He's still out. Took a hard hit to the head, and I think he might have bruised a rib or something. Your dad can get a better assessment in the morning, but for Marcus, he'll be up and back at it by daybreak." She nodded. "I'll get you a plate," he told her. She shook her head, not hungry. "Now, now. We're not going to do that. You need to try to eat a bite. I'll make it small, but you have to eat something." He walked away, not going to take her refusal for any sort of answer. She sighed heavily.
"He's good for you, you know," Michael patted her hand supportively. "He's just looking out for you."
"I know," she said.
"It'll all look world's better in the morning."
"I'm sure you're right," she agreed.