"You can ask them," Angus said. "It's a nice gesture anyway."
"And if they're not home on time?" Marcus asked Angus, curious. "You aren't going after them, are you?"
"Certainly not. I don't know where they went. I didn't ask them. If I wanted to find them, I think maybe I could figure out how I could reverse the signals on their medallions to track them, but I really don't want to do that," Angus said. "I think it'll be far more effective anyway if they have to dread dealing with me when they get home. But they still have some time. They're not late yet."
"Well, I get your idea about wanting to reverse the signal, but that's probably trickier than it sounds," Marcus said. "I know when Michael built them, he built them for us to be able to find a fighter if they were in trouble, but that spell is tightly linked to the distress button being activated. I don't know if that's going to be as easy as all that. I know Robert's own medallion works something like that, but I do know from a conversation I overheard between Robert and Michael that Robert's medallion was constructed entirely differently. But then again, I'm not in the business of making espionage toys either. That's Michael's or Gabe's forte, not mine. At any rate, I bet if we needed to find them, we'd find a way."
"My plan is better. I'll wait for them to come in, and then ground them until sometime just after the apocalypse."
"Yeah, that works for me," Marcus laughed.
An hour passed, and the kids were now well over 30 minutes late. Angus wasn't overly concerned yet, but he definitely wasn't going to bed until the kids were home. Even more time passed, and when the kids were almost two hours late, Angus heard them trying to slip in very quietly. He heard the girls start to go downstairs while Sam and Victor closed the door to come into the living room.
Angus whistled loudly.
"All four of you," Angus called. "Front and center. You all have some explaining to do."
"Dad," Sam started to protest.
"I don't want to hear a syllable until I see all four of you, so your dates need to make an appearance," Angus said.
"Dad,..." Victor began.
"That goes for you too," Angus said. Sam went back towards the front door and looked down the steps.
"You'd better come," Sam told the girls. It took them a moment, but when the girls came in, it was obvious to Angus that Anise and the boys had gotten into a brawl. The boys' clothes were rumpled and a bit dirty. Anise had a badly bruised jaw and a black eye,. and a bruise across one cheekbone.
"Well, that's attractive," Angus said. "Where have you four been?"
"It isn't like that," Sam began.
"Isn't like what? I only asked where you've all been. You do realize it is now well after midnight, right?" Angus motioned to Anise to come over to him.
"Alright," Anise sighed, going over to Angus. If there was one thing Angus did know, even though he wasn't a healer, was what it was like to be hit in the face.
"Where were you brawling?"
"Knockturn Alley," she sighed.
"What an impressive place for an underage young woman to be," he said, looking at her bruises. She winced as he checked her face.
"But I saw that black woman. That American floozy...."
"Priscilla?"
"Yeah, and she had some black man with. He's a creep, you know that?"
"Yeah. I know he's a creep. Where'd they go?"
"Borgin and Burkes," she said.
"Of course they did."
"They were in there quite awhile. I followed them and tried to look in the window but...damn that shop window is filthy, you know that?"
"Its dirty on purpose. To keep kids like you lot from looking in. Not somewhere you should ever try to go."
"Well, some big gorillas caught me, so I fought my way out."
"What'd they look like?" Angus asked. She described them for Angus, and he nodded.
"I'll go get a patch kit," Marcus said.
"Ruby made you some hot chocolate," Angus said. "Go get it. Marcus will patch Anise up in a moment, and I'll discuss this in the morning. So get your hot chocolate and get to bed." They silently headed to the kitchen.