"Thanks, Jack," Ginger said. She and Anise each took a conjured shortbread biscuit and tried it, and both of them wrinkled their noses immediately.
"Oh, those are awful," Anise said. Marcus reached over and tasted one.
"Are they always this bad?" Ginger asked.
"Actually, as conjured foods go, these are actually really good," Marcus said. "Nice job, Jack."
"Okay, so that clears up a lot. But why do they taste so bad?"
"Come on," Robert laughed, taking his coffee. "Let's go talk about it, and I'll explain the chemistry of it to you." He and the girls went downstairs to the girls' bedroom."
"I'll clear up the rest of the supper dishes," Simone said.
"I'll go shower while the house is quiet," Victor said, heading upstairs.
"Lupin!" An angry voice boomed in a deafeningly loud tone. It woke Angus instantly, making him jump really badly. Marcus flew to Angus immediately.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't care, you gormless muppet," Marcus called back through the floo as he wrapped himself around Angus to try to stop him from panicking. "This is not Lupin's house. Shut your trap, or I swear I'll find you and hex the lips right off your face...."
By that time, Robert had sprinted back up the stairs from the basement, and he was motioning Marcus to shush. Marcus was having none of it.
"Yes, Minister," Robert replied. "I'm here."
"I'm going to bust whoever that was down to the mail room," A furious voice came from the floo.
"You can't, Sir. He doesn't work for you," Robert said. "What's the trouble."
"What did you do to that woman in Azkaban?"
"Dora Hackett? Is this about the accusations of a haunted cell? I just got that message," Robert said.
"I am authorizing the exocism...."
"No. You're not," Robert said, not wanting any harm to come to Caprice. "I'll be there to discuss it with you in two minutes. You're not going to do anything of the kind..."
"You can't stop me...." the voice replied. "Need I remind you..."
"Oh, stop it, I'm on my way," Robert replied. He closed the floo. "I have to go. I'll be back--later." He apparated out.
"Did you just mouth off to the minister of magic?" Victor asked, now at the bottom of the stairs."
"Apparently so," Marcus replied. "Sorry about that, Mate. It's fine. Our minister is a prat."
"You're too nice. He's not that decent," Angus said, trying to stop the feeling that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.