"AC isn't on," Angus said. "We haven't needed it." He went to the kitchen to check on the big dutch oven full of short ribs. He opened the oven, took the lid off the large pot, stirred it, tasted the red wine sauce, added a pinch of salt, and closed it back in the oven. He heard Aria come in and asked him what he found.
"What sort of a greeting is that?" Angus asked her, bristling, not liking her tone a bit. "You sound like I planned it. And since when did you become psychic? Minos found a dark arts token in the yard, the same sort he's been finding. No, I'm not going to show it to everyone because I don't want anyone handling it. I'll tell you the same thing I told Minos. I'll turn it over to Robert like I did everything..." He heard Poppy's little bell ring, and he turned and went downstairs, rather feeling glad that she had chosen that moment to want something so he could take a moment to cool his temper.
Marcus's parents left, and Marcus returned to the duplex. When he walked in, he rather felt like he was interrupting something.
"Did I miss something?" Marcus asked Ruby and Aria.
Poppy only wanted some more of the almond tea. Angus smiled.
"No problem. I'll go make a pot and bring you some when its done," he told her. "Anything else?"
"No, I think that's all I need," she said. He saw a bag on the floor that he hadn't seen before.
"Gran packed some of my things since summer is coming fast, and she doesn't think its likely I'll get home to Hogsmeade before they leave on their trip," Poppy told him. "I sort of thought that's what she'd do. Ginger said she'd help me go through whatever Gran brought to keep what I want here. Then I can pack the rest back in the bag to take it to Dad's whenever I get there. I hope its alright."
"Of course it's alright," he told her. "I'm glad you made friends with them."
"I havent' made a lot of friends at Hogwarts, honestly," she sighed.
"Why not?" he frowned. He didn't understand it. She was a beautiful child, friendly, kind and smart. There wasn't anything he could see that was unlikeable.
"I'm too little," she sighed. "I'm the smallest kid in the whole school, and Dad managed to get me enrolled a couple days before my 11th birthday. As I hear it, they don't usually let kids in who are ten at the start of term. I'm eleven now, but I'm still treated like I'm underage. Frankly, I'm glad I'm not going back til fall."
"Don't let that get to you. Hogwarts has always had its share of uppity kids and bullies. In my day it was the Malfoys."
"Oh, we have some of them too. Nasty. Just plain nasty."
"So that hasn't changed, then."
"'Fraid not. I guess snobbery is in their DNA."
"Pretty much," Angus agreed.
"I'd rather be going to Beauxbatons with your girls, honestly."
"Well, there are probably snobs at Beauxbatons too--French snobs."
"Well, since I don't speak French, I'm probably stuck at Hogwarts," she said.
"You don't have to worry about that until September, so for now, enjoy your summer. I'll go brew your tea."
"Thank you."
"My pleasure," he said.