Marcus followed Aria outside, taking the fishing toy and plenty of treats along. He watched her toss the toy into the air, and the toy flew off like a flash. Archangel didn't need to be told to go after it. He took off straight away to go catch the toy.
"He makes that look so bloody easy," Marcus said, watching Archangel just lift off effortlessly and shoot across the sky without any struggle at all, coasting on the wind current for part of the flight. "Khaat told me that eagles normally fly at 30 or 40 miles an hour but they can fly up to 100 miles an hour if they're hunting. I haven't even gone that fast on a hippogryff but I bet, if we could fly on an eagle, I bet that would be some trip indeed."
Angus picked up the box, and he ported them both to Paris, choosing to port in a distance down the block. He didn't like porting in right at the house. He didn't want to port in that close in case there was something going on. They walked to the house, and Angus walked up to the gate. He recognized the thug that was standing near the front door. When the thug saw Angus, he looked inside and apparently relayed to someone inside that there were visitors. The thug walked down the sidewalk to the gate.
"What do you want, Donohue?" the thug asked.
"I don't want anything," Angus said. "Just brought a little get well gift for my mother in law." He handed the box through to the thug.
"And why should she want anything from you?" the thug asked.
"I'm the father of her grandchild," Angus said, "and whether she likes it or not, Ruby is still her daughter."
"The only thing she wants from you is to see her granddaughter."
"Well, she's not in that box you're holding," Angus said. The front door opened, and Tom walked down the sidewalk towards them, with an armed thug on each side of him. Angus showed Tom his empty hands to show him that he was unarmed.
"What do you want, Donohue?" Tom asked.
"Just bringing a little get well gift for my mother in law," Angus said.
"She's not seeing anyone today," Tom said.
"Well, it seems the news is out that someone's been tinkering with St. Mungos' potions. Too bad for anyone who might have tried to do that. Those tamper proof charms are pretty nasty. So far as I know, the only way for those charm to be ended is to find the person who put the charm on those potions, but maybe you have someone already trying to find out who makes the potions for St. Mungos." Angus knew that it was common knowledge that Robert brewed those potions. He was just toying with Tom.
"So when is Robert going to give us the antidote?" Tom asked coldly.
"I suppose he'll consider it once you ask him for it," Angus shrugged.
"He's not there. We tried."
"Oh, that's right. He's not working. Your lads cocked up the job when they nicked the first batch, didn't they? Too bad for Suzanne. He could be out for a few days. Hopefully those tattoos look fetching on her."
"Nasty little weasel," Tom snarled at Angus.
"Well, maybe she shouldn't mess with things she knows nothing about," Angus said.