Angus went over to talk to Ana about the Bulgarian minister of magic and his family.
"Well, you, of all people, understand that since Bulgaria is so close to us in Romania, we do know of their minister of magic. The minster has three children. Two girls and a boy. The boy is the middle child. Danica is the oldest. If I remember correctly, she is probably a fourth year now. Fourth or fifth. The boy is Stefan. He's 12 or 13. I forget just which, and Mileva is the youngest. This would be her first year. She's eleven. Their mother, Deni, is known over most of the continent because she is quite a beautiful woman. Their father, Vasil Nikolov is also a handsome man. Vasil and Marcus got to be fairly close, close enough that when the children were born, Marcus was named the godfather of all of those children, and there have been many, many, many pictures in Bulgarian and Romanian newspapers with Marcus accompanying Deni or Vasil or the children to various events."
"I didn't know Marcus was the godfather of the children," Angus said. "He never mentioned that."
"Well, I can't answer why he didn't mention it, but I do know that there was a bit of a kerfuffle when the normal diplomats weren't named as the godparents to the children and this unknow man was the godfather not just to one but to all three," Ana said. "And then it blew up again when people found out he was British. Vasil said that he and Deni gave that honor to Marcus because they believed that if something ever happened to them that Marcus would always care well for the children and make sure they were safe. So that was, basically the end of that. The children consider him an uncle figure of sorts, or so I've heard. So it makes perfect sense that if any of the children were in trouble, Vasil would want Marcus's help."
"Makes all the sense in the world."
"You may find that Vasil and his family come here, perhaps with a tutor, to be near whichever child is injured."
"Marcus mentioned Mileva."
"Oh, that's not good," Ana frowned. "She's got her mother's stunning beauty, and she's a little bit of a thing, just a bit bigger than Marcus's own Poppy. The other children are made of sturdier stock, like their father. Mileva is a petite little thing with their mother's slender build and delicate features. Mark my words. That is going to cause trouble."
"Well, and if they come here, they're going to need someplace to stay."
"They're independent by nature and do not need a huge staff. A cook perhaps, maybe a housekeeper, but other than that, they don't have much staff at home."
"Thank you. I think we should plan for them in case they come here. I appreciate it."
"Where would you put them?"
"Well, it makes sense that they would want to be close to Marcus, so I'll ask Aria if they have room to put them up there if they come."
"And if I can help, tell her to please let me know," Ana said.
"I will. Thanks," Angus said. He went back home and relayed the conversation to Aria and Ruby. "What do you think, Aria? Do you want to have them stay with you? Do you think that Marcus would want that? And if so, how can we help prepare for them?"