"I've seen Marcus protect her before," Michael told Aria, "and I've learned a lot just by watching how he works. Watch where his focus is. He's using all his senses. See how he stepped sort of in front of her? He let them have their pictures until they pressed too close, and then he stepped in front of her, but also about a half step to her left. That's deliberate to let them see her without pushing even closer. But did you see what else he did when he stepped in front? He reached behind and took her left hand and put it on his waist. That's a practiced move between them. When she has his hand on his waist, it pulls her tight to him so he can shield her, and it keeps him well informed on exactly where she is. And it leaves both of his hands free to defend her if it comes to it. What I've noticed is that they've developed a whole language of nonverbals so they can communicate at all times. It's well rehearsed, and I think it's why he's so successful with her. If he has to move or apparate with her, he will cue her about that, and most often, that's a very subtle nonverbal cue. He does not ever want the press to anticipate that he might buggar out with her because they might try to block him from doing it. But, that little movement with her hand on his waist, Rita always, always misreads and stupidly calls it a public display of affection. Wizardly reall should be able to put some brain cells into the empty skull space of hers." Michael signaled a waiter, and he sent over a tray of drinks to Angus and Ruby.
"Oh, I'm sure Michael's taken care of things by now," Angus said to Ruby. "That's Marcus in his element. It's where he's at his best. Let's go sit." Angus headed over, deliberately, to a table near the press area, which was not where most of the society elite wanted to sit anyway. it was, for most people, the least desirable table. Angus chose it deliberately, though, in case the prank for Rita Skeeter went off the rails. Angus wanted to keep control of it. Just as David was helping Angus to a seat, a waiter arrived with a tray of drinks.
"Your drinks are compliments of the gentleman in the corner," the waiter said, gesturing towards Michael. Angus turned and saw Michael and Aria. Angus lifted his glass as a toast to Michael to thank him for the drinks, and Michael merely lifted his own glass as a 'you're welcome' reply. Angus hadn't even gotten a sip off his drink when he heard a loud shriek from the press area. He turned and looked and saw Rita was ballooning up and starting to lift off the ground.
"Well, that didn't take long," Angus cast a quick glance at Ruby. "She started to lie almost straight off, didn't she?" Angus glanced towards Robert, and it made him laugh because he saw Robert turning his back so he could pretend not to see the calamity that was starting for Rita because someone would expect him to interfere. People were panicking. Aurors were rushing over, trying to fire spells at Rita to puncture her to bring her back down, but she just kept floating upward, getting bigger and bigger and now she was floating towards the door. If she got outside, Angus wasn't sure who would be able to catch up with her.
"You know, she probably should shut it because the more lies she spews the bigger she gets," Angus told Ruby. One of the auror shouted for someone to get a rope quickly. "Oh alright. Enough fun, I suppose," Angus said, taking off his bracelet. "I might have one," Angus called to one of the aurors, waving the bracelet.
"He's got a rope!" one of the aurors called, pointing at Angus.
"Well, catch her, Man, quick!" someone shouted, panicking. Roping a moving target was not going to be as easy as it looked. Angus changed the rope into a lasso, and he took a couple circles in the air to get some momentum going with the rope before trying to catch her with it. And on the first two tries, he missed--deliberately. He caught her the third try, lassoing her around her ankle.
By now, the pressure on Robert was becoming intense for him to do something, Robert finally walked over, pretending not to notice at first who owned the rope, and he followed it to Angus. Angus handed Robert the rope, and Robert guided Rita outside with the rope. Robert warned everyone to stand back but, of course, they ignored him. He fired a puncturing spell at Rita, and she popped like a balloon. And like every good balloon when it popped, she was tossed back and forth across the night sky with a loud, somewhat obscene deflating sound of a gigantic farting balloon that mixed with her own screams while everyone within radius was showered with a disgusting looking green slime.
"Oh, look at that," Michael told Aria very quietly. "I daresay that likely wasn't part of the spell. That slime that she was filled with was the evidence of all the filth and lies she's told over the years instead of good clean air. You know, though, the tragedy of it is that people like her never learn. The best we can hope for is that some of the public take her columns less seriously. If it accomplishes that, then it was well worth it. Give me half a tick. I'll be right back."
Michael got up and left Aria for a moment going over to where Rita's quill and pad were laying, forgotten by everyone else. He picked them up and handed them to one of Rita's colleagues who was surprised by the kind gesture and thanked Michael profusely for returning it to the Quibbler staff. Then he returned to Aria and sat down.
"She has her own quill back again," Michael told Aria. "It seemed to me a better thing than letting the jinxed quill stay in circulation."