"I think tomorrow could be busy," Marcus said when he finally got into bed and turned out the light. "And I guess I'd rather be a little busy than to be bored. One thing is sure, though, working for the Lupins is never, ever boring. Night, Aria."
Angus slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep, and he hadn't been there long when he started dreaming and found himself being shoved backwards, by Priscilla, into a deep, deep hole, back into the casket, and as the lid started to descend down on top of him, he saw the a cloaked figure, with a hood, arrive and stand up on the edge of the hole, with the cloak whipping around in a fierce wind. The figure began firing wandless spells, defending him, not speaking.
"Angus, you must fight," he heard a woman's voice. He wasn't sure who it was at first. "Get up, before the lid reaches you!" He was trying but he was finding he couldn't right himself. He looked at his hands and his feet, and he could see images of transparent chains trying to wrap around to bind him. "Rise up!" the woman's voice ordered fiercely at him. He was levitating, not by his own power, he didn't think. And then he was hovering over the pit. The cloaked figure was still standing in front of him with their back turned to him. Standing not far from the figure was also the image of Iya. She lowered him to the ground.
"Who..." Angus began.
"There!" Iya shouted, and standing in the distance, trying to eliminate him, were two more figures-- Priscilla and a black man standing beside her. The cloaked figure in front of Angus was clearly defending him, protecting him.
Angus woke up, and he slid out from under the covers carefully to try his best not to wake Ruby. He felt drawn to the window, and when he got to the window, he looked out and he saw the same cloaked figure standing in the backyard. The figure looked up and drew back the hood on the robe to reveal it was Caprice. He was surprised. He wasn't sure who he had been expecting, but he hadn't been expecting her to appear to him again. She motioned to him to come outside to stand beside her. He picked up his wand, and he apparated outside, barefooted and shirtless in the cold night air. She motioned to him again to stand beside her, and when he joined her, she began to show him a new way to move to defend himself. It was something he had never seen, but it gave him different and easier footwork, and along with it, a more effective way of firing and shielding himself at the same time. He believed it might also improve his accuracy. She silently drilled him on the new movement until he had it, and then, as silently as she had come, she vanished.
He didn't realize that the clouds had passed and the moon and the stars had come out until he saw something sparkling in the grass where she had stood. He reached down and picked up a large circular silver antique cloak pin with a celtic design on it. He saw no cloak and no sign of anyone else around. Confused, he went back in the house, and he went into Edward's office, sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace and leaned back against one of the wing chairs and opened the floo.
He sat for a long moment, not saying anything, not connecting with anyone, but wishing he could talk to Edward.
"Who's there?" Edward's voice came through the floo.
"Sorry. It's just me," Angus said. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't," Edward replied. "I couldn't sleep. You either I take it."
"Well, I was dreaming," Angus said.
"More of those damned dreams," Edward sighed.
"Well, not exactly."
"You really saw your grandmother?"
"Twice now," Angus said. "I just came from there."
"Tell me," Edward said. "I need to know." Angus told him the story and then he talked about the cloak pin.
"She was really with you," Edward said. "The pin proves it."
"Was it hers?"
"Yes. She had long gray cloak, just exactly like the one you described. It was part of her own missions wear. I buried her in that cloak, with that cloak pin. That was one that she inherited from her mother, who had inherited it from her father, Caprice's grandfather--your great, great grandfather. For some reason, she wanted you to have it. Maybe she wants you to know it wasn't a figment of your imagination."
"Maybe," Angus said. "I'm sorry, Edward."
"Whatever for?" Edward asked
"I wish she would appear to you. I know how much your heart aches for her."
"My dear, dear boy," Edward said, "we said all we needed to say before she passed. We both knew that. If there were anyone on the face of the earth she would cross the veil to come back for, it absolutely would be you. She loved you so, so much. For you, she would spin the earth out of its axis if it would bring her to you. I am glad she is there for you now. If you see her again, just tell her I love her, would you?"
"Of course," Angus said.
"She knows, I'm sure, but sometimes we need to say the words as much as someone else needs to hear them."
"Is Simone okay with all this?"
"She's fine. She understands because she has her first husband, her Maurice, that she still grieves. He was the true love of her life, and I accept that, just the same way she accepts that part of me will always be with Caprice, wherever she is. The first time I married, I thought we all could only have one love in our lifetimes. Now I am older and wiser and I realize there is no limit on love. We can have room for more than one great love, and I am blessed enough to have had two great loves. Angus, you know, if you need me, I'll come."
"I know. I think its gearing up for something but I don't know what."
"If it gears up for anything, you call me. I want in."
"I'll remember," Angus smiled.
"Goodnight, my boy."
"Goodnight, Edward," Angus closed the floo and sat for a long time on the floor in the dark, finally dozing back off to sleep, still leaning back against the wing chair.
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