"Let's go before they come up with something they think I gotta do," Angus told Sam. Sam pushed the wheelchair outside where Angus showed him the all terrain chair and he transferred to it. Sam was happy to push the chair and Angus took him to see the things on the grounds around the house--the cabins, the play yard, the gardens, the pond, the patio, the pool, the barn and the corral. Angus had Sam take them through the barn, and he introduced Sam to the hippogriff, the unicorns, the horses, and then took him through Kate's smaller animal section. About that time, Archangel flew over to the rail of the corral.
"That's...that's...an eagle!" Sam was astounded.
"Yeah. He belongs to Khaat. That's what she used in Hogwarts as an owl," Angus said. "Robert's wife speaks to birds of prey. His name is Archangel, and he's trained. He's exceptionally sharp."
"Can I pet him?"
"Sure," Angus said. "I'll introduce you." He took Sam over to meet Archangel, introduced them to each other, and taught Sam how to pet him.
"He's amazing!" Sam was completely taken with him.
"Yeah, he is," Angus smiled.
"So, what happened to you? Why are you in a wheelchair?" Sam asked. Angus explained it.
"So, if my dad was basically responsible for this, why don't you hate Ruby? And Victor and me?"
"I was already in love with Ruby when this happened," Angus said. "Your dad never had enough power to come between her and me. And, I wouldn't blame you for something you didn't do."
"Well, you're about the only one. Everybody else does," Sam said. "They blame Victor and me both."
"Anybody that blames you for your dad's crap isn't worth having in your life," Angus said. Sam just looked at him. "I'm serious."
"I hate him. I hate dark magic. It's all about selfishness."
"Well, yes. it is."
"But there aren't any jobs for people who don't like dark magic."
"The heck there aren't!" Angus said. "Now, that's just not true. There are all kinds of jobs for lightworkers."
"For what?"
"Lightworkers. Those of us that use light magic instead of dark arts."
"Like what?"
"Morning, Ruby," Michael said, cleaning up the breakfast dishes. "Phyllo is in the freezer. So is the fish stock. The rest is in the fridge. Help yourself." When Ruby asked if they'd been playing, Michael turned to see what she was looking at. "Oh, yeah. Rowan and I started a game but we haven't fin..."
"Michael Alan Tremaine!" Robert shouted in anger from upstairs.
"Ah," Michael smiled broadly. He looked at Rowan. "And that, my boy, is the sweet sound of Robert Lupin being punked successfully yet one more time. Worth every second of it."