"Watch this," Michael said. He flicked his wand at the intruders and in a moment, the intruders were transfigured into three empty coffee mugs. He looked at Lucian. "Empty heads into empty cups. Problem solved. I get tired of uninvited guests, and I figure this batch will be easier to transport that way."
"What'd you do that for?" Victor asked Michael. "We almost had 'em."
"Look, Youngsters," Michael told them. "I could pull rank on you, but I won't--this time. As it stands, I happen to like Angus, and I have no desire to watch him hurt himself even further by trying to get to his feet to protect you lot."
"Well, he didn't need to. We had them," Sam replied.
"And this one here?" Michael said to Jack, pointing at Anise. "If she keeps copying her dad like that, with that rapidfire slashing stuff, she's going to be one little bag of trouble."
"That's exactly my plan," Anise said. "If anyone comes for my dad again, they'll have to get past me first."
"See what I mean? That one's trouble already." He looked at Anise. "Look, Trouble, your dad's not even on his feet but he apparated out here, nearly naked and in his bare feet to fight off whatever he found out here to protect you four. Otherwise, he'd have left it to us. He has no trouble leaving a skirmish to us--except if you lot try to jump in. You need to give that just a wee bit of thought."
"I will never ever not defend my family, and you can't ask me not to," Anise said.
"I can ask you not to. When Robert and Kate are not available, I am your commanding officer. Understand me?" Michael replied firmly. "Do you even know who you were firing at?" Anise looked at Michael and then at the former intruders.
"Three coffee cups," she replied. Michael rolled his eyes at her. "And since Dad is the one on the bench, isn't he the one you should be chewing out and not us?"
"I am going to say this just one time. I know my job, and I know every detail of every agreement that every member of the organization has signed. You don't. Your fighting was good--all four of you. However, if you enter a fight again without permission from us or a first stringer, I'll suspend the lot of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes. Sorry, Michael," Victor said.
"We just wanted to protect Dad," Ginger said. "Sorry."
"Apologies accepted. Now, since you're all in your pajamas, go home," Michael told them. They turned around and headed home.