"She doesn't, but I do," Ginger said. "They're pink fleece cargo trousers, and it has a zip up hoodie that goes with it. I haven't worn it because its too big for me. It's just stuffed in the bottom of my closet in the box it was shipped in. I know its supposed to be generous but its just plain too big. She's a bit bigger than me, size wise, so it might fit her just fine. If she likes it, she can just have it."
"I hadn't even thought about what to wear," Anise sighed.
"Why would you have thought about it?" Marcus asked, returning from his security check. "You've not had surgery before, so it wouldn't be something you would know much about. If the outfit is too big for Anise, I can alter it for her. If you have any sneakers that are just slip on shoes, you should wear those."
"No but she has a pair of sneakers with pink trim. Could you transfigure them to slip ons?" Ginger asked.
"I could indeed," Marcus nodded.
"I'll go get it," Ginger said, going downstairs.
"The good thing about sweat trousers and a sweatshirt is that you don't necessarily need to change into pajamas when you get home. You can just kick your shoes off and go to bed and get some sleep."
"We've done that anyway in the winter when it gets really cold. It makes the basement cold," Anise said.
"Cold? Why didn't you say so? We can work on getting the heat fixed somehow so it isn't cold downstairs. We don't want you uncomfortable," Marcus said. "Tomorrow, I'll call the wizards who installed the heating system, and they can come and fix it. Has it always been cold down there?"
"Only when the winter weather gets really cold outside," Anise said.
"Well, we'll get that fixed straight away," Marcus said. "I know your dad won't put up with that, so I'll just get the heating company to come as soon as they can."
Ginger came back with a brand new pair of pink fleece cargo trousers, a pink zippered hoodie and Anise's white sneakers with pink trim. Marcus looked at the outfit and made quick work of transfiguring the sneakers.
"I think that should be perfect," Marcus said. "We can adjust size if we need to, but that looks warm and comfortable. Well done, Ginger."
"Well, as I said, it's too big for me. I ordered a smaller outfit for myself but they didn't have the pink. Mine is more of a sage green color because it was all they had in the smaller size. I'm not all that happy with green, but it is what it is."
"Well, when you wear it, you tell me what color you want, and we'll change it," Marcus told her.
"Really? That would be great. Thanks," Ginger smiled.
Upstairs, Angus heard Sam and Victor next door in their room, and the boys' discussion was starting to turn into an arguement and get loud--about Angus. Angus went next door, hearing Sam talk about his plans to just do whatever he wanted to do, disregarding Angus's rules. Angus opened the door without invitation.
"If you don't want me to hear you, you need to lower your voice," Angus said.
"I don't care..." Sam began, still angry with Angus.
"Sounds like you've made your choice to move out then," Angus replied quietly.
"What?" Sam looked at Angus like he'd lost his mind. "No. What are you talking about?"
"Well, see, here's the thing. Edward, Simone, Ruby and I own this house. We're the ones who built it, and we pay all the expenses so you don't have to. And so that means, in plain English, my house, my rules. Now, you're family, and you're welcome here but I expect you to follow the rules like everybody else has to. If you don't plan on doing it, then you're not planning on living here. So, you have a choice. Get with the program or you have until November 1st--that's five weeks from now-- to get out and get your own place. Those are your options. Doing whatever you want here? That's not acceptable. Think carefully and then let me know what your intentions are." He closed the door and went downstairs.
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