Thank you, Aria. Ruby, I don't know when he's going to be ready or able to go for a full weekend," Elwood told Ruby. "I'm not a healer either, nor do I profess to be. Robert would need to weigh in here. I could be wrong but if you go, and if you want time alone for two, I think, most likely, you would have to have someone sail you to the island, drop you off, and come back and get you when you want to leave. I don't know if he has quite the strength yet to captain a boat by himself--especially if any rough seas come up. And, if you would go this soon, you'd likely be doing all the cooking and a few other things. I think he's certainly stronger, but he's not 100% yet. As an alternative, though, you could go out for a couple hours. Go out to eat. Go browse at Flourish and Blotts since he reads. I'm sure you can come up with some ideas of your own."
"Angus, I don't foresee the Wizengamot being all that gutwrenching," Marcus said.
"No," Angus said sarcastically, lighting a cigarette. "Certainly not. All I have to do is tell them what I remember, which, incidently, is not the same as what the rest of you say actually happened. And, even though what apparently really happened should have only been somewhat traumatizing, what I remember happening was quite another story. Now--once again--the discussion is closed."
"I'm not trying to diminish what you remember."
"Then why on earth do you think I'm just jumping at the chance to rehash it in front of a bunch of bureaucrats that honestly don't give a damn about what I think I remember? Some things that are up in my head are not things that anyone else needs to know!"
Edward came in with half a dozen bottles of good wine from Tuscany.
"Thought you lot might like to try our new limited edition spiced wine for fall and winter," Edward said. "I think you'll find you can just decant it and cast a warming spell on it. No need for hours of simmering on the stove. And why does it look like Angus and Marcus are having a row? Is there a problem between them?"