"Don't let them fool you," Marcus told Dennis. "Ruby and Aria are good cooks in their own right. There has never been a bad meal served in this house."
"That, I can believe," Dennis said. "And to learn the girls are attending Beauxbatons? I never expected to hear that."
"They've worked very hard to earn that," Angus said. "I'm proud of them."
"So am I. I hate to change the subject, but did you know there's a spirit in this house?" Dennis asked.
"We've had a few occasional visitors," Angus acknowledged.
"It's a short little blonde woman. Shoulder length blonde hair. She was here when I got here, and she's been pacing the entire time I've been here," Dennis said.
"My gran," Angus said. "She's just been hanging about lately. I'm surprised you could see her."
"Ah, well, with Anise being a seer herself, everyone just presumed it was her mother who was the seer, and I allowed people to believe it. After all, even with werewolves, a seer is not always accepted as legitimate magic. Its too artsy fartsy for most witches and wizards."
"So it wasn't your wife. It was you all along," Angus was surprised.
"Guilty as charged," Dennis said. "Came from my father, who did use it from time to time as a cursebreaker for the ministry. Found it helpful, he did, but he couldn't disclose to anyone how he got his effectiveness. Your gran isn't just hanging about. She looks like a woman on a mission of some sort."
"Angus is brand new at his abilities," Anise told Dennis. "He doesn't see them all the time. Not like I do."
"You knew she was here too?" Angus asked.
"Sure," Anise shrugged. "She wants her presence known, I think. Don't know what she's after, but she's more intent about it tonight."
"Give her a bit, maybe she'll speak up," Angus said.
"You can't hear her anyway. She always has to play charades with you," Anise laughed. "I think she could shout right in your ear, and you wouldn't hear a syllable."
"If he's new at it, he needs time to grow," Dennis looked at Anise. "Like you did. He'll get it in time."