"Whose toes would that be?" Marcus laughed. "I haven't heard anything from Ana in months and months. Nor has Poppy. Besides Ana doesn't have custody anymore. I do. Do what you like."
Angus and Marcus went to St. Mungos, and they were told they had to wait in the lobby because Robert had Poppy in a surgical repair. Marcus paced. It was one thing when he was in surgery and knew what was going on. This was his smallest child, his youngest. This was entirely different.
"Calm down, Dad," Angus said. "She's in safe..." Angus's thoughts were interrupted by hearing a loud nasal sounding voice. It jangled his nerves just by the sounds of it. The same rude nurse was giving what for to a young mother who had a collicky baby that she wasn't able to soothe. The nurse was chewing out the mom, telling her she was a poor mum if she couldn't comfort her own child. The young mom was clearly a first time mom, and the idea that she was a poor mom was causing her so much anxiety, the young mom was having a panick attack while her baby screamed inconsolably.
"Don't do it," Marcus tried to stop him.
"Sorry. Can't help myself," Angus said. He used wandless magic and cast a spell. And when he did, the nurse began to scream and screech. she was being yanked up off the ground by her granny panties, that were yanking her up in the air and stretching up and up and up, and Angus finally tied her panties into a sailor's knot up over the top of her head.
"Oh, that has to hurt," Marcus frowned, knowing the nurse was having to deal with the wedgie of the year. "Jess is gonna kill you."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Angus said. Patients in the lobby stood, thunderstruck at first, and then an old man started to applaud, and soon, everyone waiting in the lobby--except Angus and Marcus--were applauding.
"Well, if Jess can't hear that, then she's definitely deaf," Marcus said.