Angus woke to the smell of fresh coffee brewing, and it smelled heavenly. He got up and made it downstairs. He looked at the clock to see it was seven am. He had slept in more than usual. Marcus was sitting, drinking coffee and reading the morning copy of the Daily Prophet, and Finn was happily eating breakfast. On the table was a plate of fresh baked scones.
"Good morning," Marcus said. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock," Angus said. "I take it things were quiet."
"All night," Marcus nodded. "Sit, and I'll get coffee for you. "Simone baked scones. She took over a large platter of them to the main house and brought this plate of them over here. She said they're orange with orange glaze. I haven't had one yet, but I may soon. I'm getting peckish." Marcus got up and poured Angus a mug of coffee. "So what's your routine for the morning?"
"Andrew should be here shortly to help me shower and dress and shave, and then he'll tend to making the beds and doing the laundry and some of those things."
"Well, when he gets here, I think you'll be safe enough when he gets here," Marcus said.
"I agree. Thanks for staying last night. I appreciate it."
"Not a problem. For what it's worth, I've always thought you were a good fighter, and your current limits does not impact that. You're no less a fighter now than you were, and I have always enjoyed partnering with you when we've had the chance. So it is absolutely my pleasure to back you up--always."
"Thank you," Angus said. "I appreciate it."
Over at the main house, Robert came downstairs, dressed, and holding a message in his hand. Kate and Simone were in the kitchen making a rather simple breakfast. Sausage links, a big bowl of scrambled eggs, a large dish of friend potatoes, and Simone's scones.
"I thought you were still sleeping," Kate said to Robert.
"I was, but I got a message from Michael. He got some intel at about 5 am. Our sources say that Tom Gelding and Suzanne were both significantly injured last night during the night and were rushed to some facility for treatment. I don't know whether it was St. Mungo's or not yet, but I will find out. Here's the kicker--reports say that their statements haven't made sense. Knives and cleavers randomly flying at them out of nowhere. Now, what do you make of that?"
"I think Reginald had a temper tantrum last night," Kate said. "Seems like he might have found out that what Angus told him was true, and if that's the case, he might be a little less hostile towards Angus--maybe."