Anise and Ginger came upstairs, albeit a bit later.
"Sorry. We got a letter from our dad," Ginger said. "It's our mom's birthday in a couple days, and he's missing her. We were trying to write back, but its hard knowing what to say."
"I can understand that," Angus said.
"Where are the boys?" she asked.
"In their rooms, I suppose. I called them, and they didn't come down," Angus said. Ginger got up, and she went upstairs.
"Um...Dad? I don't even know what this is, let alone how to fix it," she called. Angus frowned. He got up and went upstairs. The bedroom door to their room had grown fur and eyes and had a mouth of big sharp teeth, rather like an overgrown monster book of monsters. It was breathing, and it made the door move when it breathed.
"Sam? Victor? You alright?" Angus called.
"Yeah, but every time we try to open the door, it farts flames on us," Victor said, frustrated.
"What?" Angus frowned. "What did you do?"
"My moronic brother decided to cheat at the dragon puzzle but he buggared his own made up spell," Victor replied. "He's a knob. Get us out?"
"Yeah. We will," Angus said, not honestly having a clue how to handle this. He looked down at Edward and Marcus. They both came upstairs and looked at the buggared up bedroom door.
"Well, now, that's not something you see every day," Edward said.
"Got any ideas?" Angus asked.
"Maybe.," Edward said. "Who do you know who understands objects that have been animated through spell screwups?"
"Michael," Angus replied. "Ru, see if you can reach Michael on the floo and ask him to stop over, would you? Before the door barbeques our boys?"