Angus went with them over to the main house, not saying anything, and he followed them obediently into the library. Robert was awash in runes books he had brought back late last night from the farm. He hadn't actually slept yet. He had books in two piles. The ones on the left were the ones he had already been through. The ones he had yet to look through were on the right. And, as he flipped through the books, page by page, he was lazily stirring his teacup with a charm on the spoon in his cup. He looked up when he saw the three of them come in.
"I didn't expect to see you three so early. I haven't found out what the rune on the coin is yet, but I've found thousands of runes that it isn't," Robert said. "So what brings you?"
"She's penetrated through the sleeping potion," Angus told him. "I'm not taking it anymore. All it did was trap me in it and kept me from escaping til morning." Robert looked up at him, now quite serious indeed. This was the last he had expected to hear.
"That should not be possible," Robert said quietly.
"Well, somehow she did it," Angus said.
"New marks?"
"A few."
"The worst one is on his chest," Marcus said.
"Show me," Robert said. Angus opened his shirt, and Robert frowned even deeper, not liking at all what he saw.
"Reveal," Robert cast a spell at the marks on Angus's chest. The spell made the marks move, and it was not painless in the least. Angus winced but didn't make a sound. The marks shifted and made words. Robert read clear letters now, but they didn't make sense. The letters were "ousepamml"
"What does it mean?" Angus asked, feeling somehow like he already knew.
"I don't know, but we're going to find out," Robert said. He opened the floo to call Lee, and he got a woman's face in the floo.
"Tig here," she said. "Hello, Robert. Lee's catching just a wink or two. How can I help?"
"We've had another attack from the creole woman," Robert said. "She's etched some letters on Angus's chest, but they're nonsensical. Can you decipher creole?"
"I can't, but I brought in a bloke who can. Beau, could you lend a hand here, please?" Tig seemed to look behind her. "I'll write them down so we can research them." A young black man came and joined her.
"What are the letters?" he asked. Robert recited the letters to him, and Tig seemed top be writing them down.
"You don't need to research it," Beau said, seriously. "It's a phrase of possession. It's Creole, and it means, 'You are mine.' The last two letters are initials. ML. Presumably, in this case, for her alias. Marie Laveau."
"Is it a spell?"
"Well, I need to research it to be sure, but it may well be part of one. I don't know if it was completed or not," Beau said. "I'll research it. I might need to come and talk to the man she's targetting."
"Permission to come back, Robert?" Tig asked.
"Certainly," Robert said.
"Did she do this again in his sleep?"
"Yes," Robert said.
"Even with the potion?"
"The potion seemed to make it worse," Robert said.
"We're on our way. We'll be there in a bit. I need to wake Lee and update him. Give us an hour or two, would you?"
"Absolutely," Robert said.
"We'll see you then," Tig said, closing the floo.
"This looks like a burn, Angus," Robert said. "Let me go get a topical potion for treating burns. I'll be right back. We can at least take the sting and the heat out of them." He got up and left for a moment.