Marcus brought down a large glass jar full of the exploding bubbles, and Angus and Marcus each took a large handful of them and put them into the pockets of their suit jackets.
"Wait," Evan frowned. "What are those? Candy? Bath oils? Why are we taking them?"
"Take a big handful," Angus said. "You'll find out. They're handy." Evan frowned, shrugged, and shoved a big handful in his pocket. Marcus put the lid on the jar and put the jar on the kitchen table, as Michael just apparated into the middle of the living room. He was dressed in a similar black suit.
"Let's go. We're out of time," Michael said. "Robert's already there, and I don't want him there too long by himself, not on crutches. Grab hold. Let's go." They all grabbed hold, and Michael apparated them.
Angus found himself standing in the middle of the Ministry Atrium, and there was active fire happening between aurors and people wearing old fashioned style death eater robes and masks. Angus didn't understand why. What was this attack over?
"Who are these people?"
"You're now auxilliary reserve aurors," Michael said. "Robert's given you special status so you have access. Don't abuse it. Help defend the ministry. I've got to go find Robert."
"Where is he?" Marcus asked.
"Can't tell you," Michael replied. "Good luck." He flicked his wand and disappearing. Angus had a chilling thought go through his mind. The last time he was called into defend the ministry itself, Robert had used a special spell and had torn the entire place to the ground. If he would do it once, Angus had no doubt that Robert would do it again if he had no other choice. That meant, surely, that Robert was probably in the Department of Mysteries, somehow trying to secure the most vital ministry information and documents, just to make sure things were safe, and Michael was going to try to protect him. Who the hell were these people making such a bold attack on the Ministry itself?