"You ought to see her at karioke," Lee laughed. "She does a mean Tina Turner impression to Proud Mary." Robert looked at Lee, and then seeing he was serious, he looked at Tiggy, frowning. She shrugged, not denying it. "She's actually won three karioke championships for it."
"Four," Tiggy said.
"I'm not touching that one," Robert shook his head. "I'm going to go check on Angus to see if we can roust him awake just enough to port him home."
"Oh, Minister Lupin," Tiggy said, "I'll give you the tube of potion we used. A reveal spell will show you the formula in case he needs any more before I can bring some this afternoon."
"Thank you," Robert said, as she handed him the empty tube from her bag
"And I think Tig and I will head home so we can see you later. Thanks for the assist and some great coffee. We'll see you in a few hours," Lee said. Tiggy went over and took his arm, and they ported out.
Robert went to Angus and sat down on the edge of the bed and woke him. Angus woke with a start.
"Calm. You're safe," Robert said gently. "Feeling any better?"
"Some, yes," Angus said.
"Some discomfort still?"
"Compared with what I had, not so much. This is minor compared to what I had earlier. Are you sure it was just a spell?" Angus asked. Robert checked Angus for a moment.
"Well, that discomfort is not necessarily so little," Robert said. "That damned spell mocks a massive heart attack. No wonder you're rattled. That had to have scared the daylights out of you. I'll make you some more of the potion we gave you earlier once we get home to get rid of the rest of the discomfort, but it really is just the spell she cast. Actually, if she is capable of that sort of spell power, then we might be up against it this time trying to stop her. So here's my thought. I think we need to take you home and let you just rest a bit, and I'll bring you more potion just as soon as I can."
"Did you learn anything from Lee?"
"Quite a bit, actually. Now, listen to me, Lad. I do not want you, under any circumstances, to go after Suzanne or this woman or anyone else. I want you to sit your butt in your chair and stay there til I get you more potion. I don't care if Ruby needs to handcuff you to the chair. There's too much you don't know. I'll fill you in, but if you disobey me on this, I swear, I'll put you in a bug jar in my basement. You understand me?"
"Yeah, I hear you," Angus said.
"Jack," Robert called. "Get Marcus. Let's get the hell home, shall we?"