"Absolutely," Kate said. "I know of an elderly wizard who has a griffin, and he's had this griffin from a hatchling. He says this young bloke is incredibly smart, and he's exceptionally gentle. The wizard, though, is having some sharp health declines, and he isn't able to care or him anymore. He and the griffin are both grieving rather badly because he can't get out to take care of the griffin, and he's temporarily hired someone to do it. He would love to find a good home for the griffin where this wizard could come and visit griffin until such time as the wizard can no longer get out of the house to do it. It might be just the solution for you and for the wizard. If you like, you and I could do see this griffin and see what we think of him."
Marcus had apparated from the duplex right to his room, and he had showered and shaved and dressed for the day. Not finding Khaat in her room, Marcus came downstairs.
"Robert, my client seems to be missing," Marcus said. "I can't take her to work if I can't find her."
"Ah. Well, you can stand down," Robert laughed. "Brian took her out to breakfast and then was going to accompany her to St. Mungo's today. We knew you were going to need some sleep today, so you're off the hook. How were things last night?"
"Completely silent," Marcus reported. "Angus must have been tired because the last I checked on him, about 20 minutes before he woke up, he was still in the same position he'd gone to sleep in."
"That doesn't surprise me a bit," Robert smiled. "He taxes himself trying to make sure he's got all his bases covered with just about everything he does."
"Well, when I left, Andrew had arrived. The coffee was on, and Simone had dropped off a plate of her scones. So all seemed to be well. You might want to see him if you have a chance. He found some things at Reginald's house yesterday that I think he wants to discuss with you."
"Oh. Okay. I have time this morning so I'll do that before I go to work. Thank you," Robert said, tucking into eggs and a scone.