"I don't have a reason not to accept his apology. It wasn't his fault," Anise said. "Now if it was that git that cast the spell, that would be an entirely different story. That wasn't ignorance or accidental on his part. I might study a way to transfigure him into a poop colored pygmy puff." That made Angus and Marcus laugh out loud.
"Robert would be your man for that," Marcus said. "He particularly likes transfigurations like that."
"I heard he turned Jack into something or another years ago. What waas it, a bug or something?"
"A little fluffy yellow duck," Angus laughed. That made Anise laugh outloud.
"I would have loved to have seen that," she said. "Is it always ducks or bugs?"
"Or teacups," Marcus said. "He likes teacups too."
"Teacups? I rather like that idea."
"Why would you make this bloke a pygmy puff? Any reason?" Angus asked.
"Why not? A poop colored creature that only eats dust and bogeys. Sounds perfect," she said.
"Oh. I see. Makes sense now," Angus said. "Get some rest. I'm going to go check on our lunch delivery so that I'm sure it gets here on time."
"Mr. Donohue," Madame Maxim called as Angus was heading out of the locker room. He turned back, and he went to her.
"We have a number of tent canopies and tables set up on a cordoned off area of the grass outside the stadium. There is a tent for the male students, one for the females, one for officials and tournament staff, and it seems that the tournament officials got word of how many we had in the box seats, so I have been told there is a very large canopy with tables set up for you and your guests if you would like to use it. You may have your food delivered there if you like."
"That is very kind of you. Thank you," Angus said. "Will Anise be permitted to eat with us if she prefers?"
"Oh, certainly," she replied. "Follow me, and I'll show you to the tents so you can instruct your delivery person where to bring your food. I'm sure you can find your way back once you see where the tents are."
"Thanks," Angus said. He left with her.