Angus had managed to get three of Gelding's men, but the eight against one odds had been simply too many for him to conquer them all. He saw the teen girl race in and take one out, and he was grateful. He was a bit surprised to see Jessie and Robert there, but he was mighty glad to see them too. He wasn't going to discuss how he had gotten all of those bleeding wounds and bruises but they hadn't been all from brawling.
"Thanks," he said to them. "Those were stiff odds."
"Eight against one? Cowards," Robert scowled.
"Did you see my sister?" the teen asked Angus.
"Anise, isn't it?" Angus asked her, stepping over the unconscious bodies of Gelding's men. Robert cast a spell to bind them all so they weren't going to be able to move for quite some time.
"You remembered my name!" she said, impressed. Generally, nobody cared to remember. "You're Sam's dad, aren't you?"
"I am," Angus replied. "Give me a second to get my wits about me, and I'll try to remember how to get to her. What's her name?"
"Ginger," she replied. Robert went over to Angus and watched Jessie patch Angus temporarily. It would work until they got him home. Angus saw the door that Suzanne had gotten away through, and he went over to the door and tried to open it, but it locked. He was going to blast it with an alohamora, and then he remembered the little gizmo Michael had given him for Christmas a couple years ago. It looked like an additional little square buckle on his duster, but it wasn't. He took it off his coat, and it snapped open into an enchanted lockpick. He hadn't ever had to use it before. He slipped the lockpick into the lock, and the lockpick twisted itself a few times in the lock. Angus heard the tumblers moving, and soon he heard the distinctive click as the lock yielded to the lockpick.
"Now, that is a cool toy. I have got to get myself one of those," Robert said, believing that surely it had come from Michael. Angus opened the door and proceeded down a dimly lit hallway, and along both sides of the hallway were some holding cells. Angus peered in the windows of each one as he walked along the hallway, and finally he came to a door that he used the lockpick on, and he opened the door. A thin, frail creature cowered in fear in the back corner.
"We won't hurt you," Angus said. "We've come to get you out of here and take you home. You must be Ginger. I'm Angus." The girl nodded. Angus lit his wand, and what he saw made his heart ache for her. She was so thin, she was almost skeletal. She had been here and had been horrendously treated for a long, long time. "Robert," Angus called quietly. "She needs your help."
"Ginger!" Anise called, flying to her. "What have they done to you!" She threw her arms around her sister, who clung to Anise and hid in Anise's neck for a moment.
"I didn't think anyone would ever find me," Ginger said, her voice frail and hoarse. Robert crouched down between Ginger and Anise and took a cursory look at Ginger, touching her forehead. There was no doubt in his mind she was too underweight, weak and frail to walk. Robert was certain that if she had been left any longer, she'd have surely died from her poor treatment. In any other day and time, he'd have taken her straight to St. Mungo's because she was in such desperate need of emergency medical care. Robert cast a couple of initial spells to try to stabilize her vital signs temporarily, but Ginger would need constant, close care for awhile. Anise looked at Angus, frightened for her sister. Angus stepped in and picked Ginger up. Deeply relieved, the girl curled into Angus, and he sighed. His pursuit of Suzanne would have to wait for another day. This girl had to take priority. He carried her out of the cell, and they continued forward.
Then Robert saw the gray mist ahead of them. It turned sideways and walked westward through the wall.
"That old guy says there's a door there," Anise said. Robert went up to the wall but he saw no door. He got out a cigarette and lit it, and held it up to the wall, looking for cracks in the brick that would make the door. And when he saw the cigarette smoke disappear through cracks in the wall, he smiled.
"Here it is," Robert said. He used an alohamora and the hidden door opened. It revealed a stairway going up. They took the stairs and found themselves in the back of the closet in the master bedroom of the house. "Let's go home," Robert told them. "We'll go after Suzanne later. I have to get this girl home to sickbay. I don't dare take her to St. Mungo's because the aurors will just catch up with her there."
"If we're all ready, let's get out of this hellhole," Robert said, reaching for Anise's hand so they could go home.
(Feel free to apparate them all back home)