"Well, of course he's coming home," Edward said.
When Angus had arrived at Azkaban, he was roughly thrown into a filthy cell, and they'd transfigured his pajama bottoms into the traditional black and white striped uniform bottoms. They didn't bother with a shirt because of his shoulder, and, in fact, they had taken the sling that had been so important to his broken shoulder in case he had some sort of item hidden in it that would help him escape, never mind that he had not known anything about being arrested in the first place.
Now alone and sitting in the cold and in the dark, the dampness of the North Sea seemed to come through the walls. Angus refused to touch the walls because they were covered with black mold. He sat down on the bare wooden bunk, and then they came--the Dementors. The auror who had cast the spell to bind Angus' magic had not been entirely successful, and that would give Angus, for the moment, the ability to cast a pretty lousy Expecto Patronum. For now, it was only enough to knock back the dementors very temporarily. Angus wasn't certain how long he could hold out, but he was going to try. The only things he knew for certain was, (1) he hadn't done it, and (2) his family and friends were surely trying to get this undone. He would wait for them.
Kate and Simone fixed a lovely lunch, and they fixed plates for everyone and put them on the table with glasses of iced tea and lemonade. Simone had a tin of sugar cookies that she accio'd over and put on the table as a quick and easy dessert.
"Alright," Kate said, coming to Ginger, "hand her here to this old grandma. I'll take her for now. Go get your lunch..."
"What about you...."
"I can eat and hold her at the same time," Kate said.
"Did you learn that from Angus?" she asked.
"No," Kate laughed, "he learned it from me. Go tuck in, Everyone."