"I'll deal with Ginger and Anise in the morning," Angus told Ruby, "but I really think I'm going to deal with these two right now. Clearly, they already think they know what's coming." He took a breath to reel in his fatigue and his anger, not wanting to really lash out at them.
"Sam, Victor," Angus said quietly, deliberately holding his temper, "don't even ask me if you can take the girls out for at least a month...."
"A month!" Sam screeched.
"A month. Longer if you give me static," Angus said. "I was very clear about my expectations about curfew. By being out after curfew, the girls violated the law, and you were both with them when they were out after curfew. You knew they had to be home, and yet, you didn't bring them home. That means you both contributed to their breaking the law, so they aren't going anywhere with you off the estate grounds for at least a month. Furthermore, because you're both working adults, clearly you must have agreed to pay for their fine if they had been caught out..."
"Fine! What fine?" Victor was surprised.
"And the minimum for that fine would have been 200 pounds a piece," Angus continued. "So, I expect you to pay Ruby and me a total of 400 pounds, somehow between the four of you. I don't care how you come up with it, so long as its legal. You have a month to figure out how you're going to do that and to get it to me. In case you can't figure that out, that's 80 galleons..."
"We don't have..."
"Not my problem or Ruby's," Angus said calmly. "Figure it out. If you're adult enough to not only break the law but to encourage underage minors to do it with you, then you're adult enough to handle the consequences. Be glad I haven't reported you to the aurors because they wouldn't be as lenient as I've been. The girls might have scooted downstairs, but that doesn't mean they're getting out of anything. I'll be telling them the same thing in the morning. If you four ever, every do anything like this again, you will have absolutely no dates with them until they're legal age. I can and I will stop that. Now--go to bed, and I'd better not have to see you or hear you until morning unless the house is on fire." Sam and Victor looked at each other, stunned, but they turned and went upstairs silently.
"Oh, I've seen that little weasel before," Michael told Aria quietly. "Now where the heck was it? Oh, yes. It was in one of those little dark arts places in New Orleans. Stay back but keep me covered. I don't like the looks of this, and I'd rather have some backup." He went up to the man. "You're a long way from home. Where's your badge?" The man turned towards Michael, and he smiled a dark, menacing grin at Michael. Michael noticed a large gold serpent brooch he wore on his suit jacket lapel.
"Michael Tremaine," he said, hoping to intimidate Michael. "You can't stop us, you know. We control people and places and realms you can't even dream of. We haven't come after you yet. We're only interested in one of your associates. You're an old man, now, Tremaine. So go home quietly to your rocking chair and step out of our way. Let us take the one we need, and the rest of you will be fine. Continue to try to inconvenience us and..." As he spoke the gold serpent brooch began to move, and as it slithered up the man's collar, it began to grow and change into a cobra.
Michael didn't wait. He snatched the golden cobra and chucked it down to the ground and fired an incendio spell, causing the golden snake to melt into a useless blob of gold on the floor.
"i don't like snakes, and that includes you," Michael said. "Leave now, or I will have you arrested." The man just laughed at Michael as if Michael were being ridiculous, and he apparated out in a puff of black smoke. Michael picked up the blob of gold in his handkerchief and put it in his pocket. He looked at Aria.
"Good catch. I'm glad you noticed him, and I'm also glad he's gone. You okay?" he asked her.