Angus saw Anise get up and start to walk away, and he called her back.
"Anise," Angus said, "let me introduce you." She turned back, surprised he thought she was important enough to be spoken to, except this man always had spoken to her with some respect. "Anise, this is Abbey. She is Minister Lupin's granddaughter. Abbey, Anise is the person who took you right away from that big doggie."
"Hi, Abbey," Anise smiled at her, drawing the blanket closer around Abbey.
"Hi," Abbey said, in a small voice. "You see things too. Like me." Anise looked at her, not sure she understood.
"Abbey has the same gifts that you do, Anise," Angus told her. "She sees things and hears things that some of the rest of us don't. You're a seer, Anise. So is Abbey, just like her mother and her grandmother."
"Other people...they see things too? Really? Like me?" she asked. Fenrir had said there were others but she had never met one.
"Yes," Angus said. "My grandfather sees too, and some others here. You are not alone. You're not weird. You have very special skills. We can introduce you maybe tomorrow if you want."
"I...I'd like that," Anise said. "So I'm not alone."
"No. Not at all," Angus said.
"She's a doggie," Abbey told Angus. "Like Unca Jack."
"Yes," Angus smiled. "Not like that other doggie. She's like Uncle Jack." He looked at Anise. "She has figured out you are a werewolf but one she doesn't have to be afraid of you."
"I would never hurt you," Anise told her.
"Sanks," Abbey said.
"You're welcome. Oh, and I found something," Anise said. "I found these on the grass. Are these yours?" She had the plastic baggie of cookies in her hand. Most of them were broken now. Abbey grew sad, seeing the beautiful cookies were broken. Anise took the baggie in both of her hands and focused and when she removed her hands, the cookies were mended.
"You fix 'em!" Abbey brightened.
"It's not a big thing. Those are cool cookies, though."
"You wan' one?" Abbey asked.
"Can I?" Anise asked. Abbey nodded, and Anise took a cookie from the bag, resealed it and handed it to Abbey. She bit into the cookie. "Strawberry! My favorite. Thanks!"
"'Welcome," Abbey said.
"Anise, let's go home," Phoebe called her.
"That's my mom," Anise said to Abbey. "I'm glad you're okay." She turned and went with her mother, and they walked back towards the camp.
"Alright, Mr. Black," Robert said. "Perhaps you should start at the beginning. What's your connection to Jessie and Ruby Tyler, and how did you find and get access to this unplottable estate?