"She did indeed," Nigel said. "I would fully expect Robert to want to see it for himself tomorrow. You know what he's like with bones and joints. He's going to want to check for himself to make sure she didn't chip the bone or something. I'm not feeling it, but we all know he's got a very sensitive touch when it comes to bones and joints. He might have a head injury, but he isn't going to let it stop him from making sure you all are alright. Let's give him at least til morning, though, I think. When I left, he was sleeping, and Andrew was with him, and he was making sure that I had all the equipment I was going to want for him there. Im' glad you kept him on, Angus. With the sort of work you lot do, he's going to be well occupied, I think. How's the movement on it been so far--before today?"
"It's alright. It's a little limited but not overly so. Still, if I had to support my body weight with it, I don't think it would hold."
"You're bloody not ready to try to hold your entire body weight with it," Nigel frowned. "Planning on dangling off your hippogriff tonight or something?"
"No. I am not,' Angus said. "The only thing I'm really thinking about is what the devil I'm cooking for supper for the kids, and right now, I'm thinking about ordering subs and crisps for everyone and calling it done."
"The way you cook, and you're looking at ordering trash? You've lost your mind. At least order from a decent chippy if you're going to order out."
"The only one in the wizarding world that makes decent fish and chips, aside from Angus, is the Leaky," Marcus said. "Angus's is still better, though, in my humble opinion."
"The idea was that I wasn't going to cook tonight," Angus laughed.