Anise cast an incendio and watched the ants go up in flame.
"Ooooh, Fire," she said, impressed. "I like it." She cast the incendio spell on some other random things that were things that Edward really wasn't going to miss.
"God, she likes that one too much," Ginger laughed. "She will get him in one way or another. She'll get him."
Anise seemed to be on a roll with her magic, finding that right now, she was fueled up enough that her spells, for the most part, worked. Finally, she put her wand away.
"Teach me more fist fighting skills. In case I have to take him on without magic," she told Jessie. "I haven't been able to work on that with Angus, or Nigel would have a complete melt down."
Edward and Marcus had looked for Angus for two or three hours and were not having any luck. Edward had covered all the likely places, and then it struck him. What if Angus hadn't wanted to be found? What if he had wanted to be left alone? So, if he hadn't wanted to be found, where would be the very last place Edward would think he would go?
Edward made his way to the worst bar in town, a place where there was said to be a lot of women for "entertainment." It was an old place. This place had been there since medieval times, and it was probably the most dangerous bar in the area.
He went inside, and since he was not a rough looking character, he didn't command much attention, except by a few of the women, looking for customers. In the far corner, in the back, Angus was sitting in a booth, with a glass and a whiskey bottle, and there was an Italian woman who had draped herself over him. She was not at all the sort of woman that Angus would be attracted to. She was attempting to seduce him, but he didn't even seem to really notice she was there. The only thing he really paid attention to was when she would get in the way of his whiskey glass. Then he would bat her off like an annoying fly. Edward came up to her, gently pried her off Angus and then leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"He's very married, and his wife was an auror once. Now? If she sees you with him, she'll just kill you," Edward said in an intimidating tone. "Go find someone else." She reluctantly left Angus and went to the opposite corner of the place. Edward sat down in the booth seat across from Angus and took a large gulp from the whiskey bottle and put it back down on the table.
"I don't blame you for buggaring out," Edward said. "You don't have to answer to Jack, you know. You don't have to answer to anybody. Anise has a job to do, one that very few people have done, aside from you and me and a very few others. You know what it's going to take, and you know Anise. I dno't think you made a wrong decision."