Madame Maxime was speaking very softly to the Durmstrang headmaster and the tournament officials. Marcus could tell she was enraged by it all, and she was doing her level best to look cool, calm and collected.
"She's giving them all sorts of what for," Marcus said, amused. "I am quite sure that pissing off a half giant is just bad business and very risky.
"Yes, well, they haven't had to deal with me yet. I will be collected but that doesn't mean I won't let them know exactly what I think," Angus said. "Keep them away from her. I'm going to go help her to someplace more comfortable." He went back to Anise and spoke to her softly for a moment. Then he helped her to stand. He took his handkerchief and gently dabbed at her face to dry it. "There. Better. Now let's find something comfortable." He looked over the room, and he found a small seating group with some deep, comfortable looking oversized club chairs with ottomans. He took her there and helped her get comfortable.
Robert came over a minute later, with a cup of tea that he was stirring.
"Here, Anise. It's hot, so be careful. Drink it slowly, but do drink it. You'll feel better," he told her, placing the tea cup in her hands. Angus believed Robert had added a touch of some sort of potion to it. Madame Maxime walked over to Robert.
"Deputy Minister Lupin, might I have a word?" she asked him.
"Of course," Robert said. They walked a few steps away.
"How is our student, really?" she asked.
"The Durmstrang lad damaged her eyes with a version of a Bedazzling Hex. This version of it was designed to be much longer lasting," Robert said. "Had I not been here, she would have likely had a hard time finding anyone who was capable of treating it. As it is, though, she will recover. Be certain that if I hadn't been here, she might well have been blind forever."
"We are certainly in your debt, then. Thank you. What do we need to do now to help her, and how soon will she have her vision back?"
"If she rests for awhile, I expect that if she rests, she might have her vision back fully in a couple of hours. Perhaps by after lunch. I will stay with her and continue to treat her until she has her sight back. Her dad has ordered lunch for all of us in the box, so I think if she can just rest and get a good lunch, I will reassess then."
"You sound as if you expect her to need to stay here, then."
"Well, certainly. If all goes well and her vision returns, I expect that if they allow her to wear sunglasses to protect her eyes, she may well choose to try to continue in the tournament."
"What?" Madame Maxime frowned. "Return? Is that even a possibility? Will she even want to?"
"Oh, you don't know Anise so well, then. She does not surrender unless there is no possible way for her to continue. If there is even the slightest window of opportunity, she isn't going to give up so easily."
"I cannot imagine she would want to..." Madame Maxime shook her head. Robert smiled and walked back over to Anise.
"Hey, Anise, if the potion works as I think it should and you have your vision back, I think that if you wore sunglasses to protect your eyes, you might see well enough to compete--if you even want to try."
"I could?" she asked.
"I see no reason why not. I think, if you want to give it a chance, you should rest til lunch, take time to eat, and then we can see if you're going to be able to go back. I'll give it a shot if you want to wait and see."
"Yes! I need to know for myself if I could have lasted a full round or two," she told Robert. He looked at Madame Maxime.
"See? Told you," Robert grinned. "She is a fighter, through and through. Gets it from her family."
Madame Maxime looked at Angus and Ruby.
"The headmaster of Durmstrang would like just a moment, if, as her parents, you would indulge him," she said. Angus glanced to Marcus, and Marcus nodded slightly, but his look was also serious, as if to tell Angus to not blow this.
"Certainly," Angus said. He looked at Ruby. "By all means, come if you like or stay with Anise if that's what you prefer. You know what you do or don't want to do."