Khaat's House in Hogsmeade--(open)

"Just curious, do they specialize in different things, or are they just ones you've kept over the years? I used to have a beautiful one out of really rare hawaiian koa wood. It had sphinx hair in it, and I really loved it. but, unfortunately, i broke it. Shattered it, really. Its the first time I've ever done that. Ollivanders said it was hopeless. " Khaat smiled and laughed slightly, "I guess I don't like to do things halfway--even when breaking a wand."

Miseria raised her eyebrows when she saw new coat. "That's for me?" she asked and got an answer. "Thank you," she said, not being sure - take it or not. Alright, for one time she will take it to return back to Hogwarts and then she'll send it back to Khaat. Probably she want's it back. "Wow. Didn't realize that he would transform into a gentelman," Miseria said, suprised.
Offering another slice of an apple to Archangel, she looked again at Khaat. Although, she had back luck usually following her, she had never broke her wand.

"Yes, "Khaat smiled, "Keep it. Someday you're going to want a long cloak like that one for over your robes. I like mine when its really cold out like tonight. You deserve something special anyway. " She fingered her wand lightly. She was glad to have it back. "The koa wand is the only one I ever broke, " Khaat laughed, "And it was my own fault. That's sortof what happens sometimes when you get the words wrong in a big powerful spell. It kindof goes sideways and you just don't know what you'll end up with. Magic can be a very, very dangerous thing indeed. Don't ever make the mistake of underestimating it or anyone who uses it."

Khaat apparated herself and Miseria back into her living room. Khaat looked around. It seemed like it had been so long ago when she was last here, but it had only been such a short time. "Make yourself at home, "Khaat said. "You should get to know not just Archangel, but also Mo and Max. Mo is the orange cat, and Max is the white cat. They're just muggle cats, but they're very friendly. I'll go upstairs and pack. I'll be right back. If Rob gets here before I come down, please let him in." Khaat went upstairs, giving Miseria one last glance to make sure she was going to be okay for that long.

Miseria looked around in familiar place, room where she first met Majere and Narsicca and nodded, looking at cats. Sighing quietly, she sat down on the sofa and put her bag on the floor. She didn't know how the things will go in Transylvania. She hoped that she'll get adopted fast, or else she will just commit a suicida. Orphanage was the last place on earth where she wanted to go.

Rob landed quite haphazardly outside what he thought was Khaat's house. He had no idea but that bloody mutt had mucked up his Apparation and now he was on his back in snow god only knows where. Rob groaned and felt May unfold herself and no doubt run off. He groaned again and slowly sat up to see the dumb dog hopping about outside a house which was the exact description of Khaat's house.

Rob scowled at the animal and muttered something along the lines of dog stew before checking himself over for any injuries. As much as he loved the odd scar he wasn't happy about landing in the middle of the street. He had hit his pretty hard and he could feel something wet on his back which he knew wasn't snow. Rob sighed and pulled the material of his t-shirt round so he could see the damage. Yep, blood.

He sighed and lifted his tattooed arm to his head. He massaged one temple with his hand and groaned again. May was now yipping at the front door and he couldn't believe how much he wanted to just kill the ball of fluff right then and there. He would have gladly done it but he wasn't sure where his wand was.

Rob sighed and fell back into the snow, in no rush to get up at all - more content with trying to block out the yips coming from that god for saken animal.

Khaat packed quickly. She had one of Remus's leather shoulder bags that he used when he taught at Hogwarts. It was brown leather and was worn smooth from many years of accompanying him. Now she used it for travel. She summoned her clothing and other traveling accessories and reduced them to miniature--fashion doll sized before stuffing them into her bag. She also stuff a few things to perhaps preoccupy Miseria or give them all something to do. She packed a couple of books and a deck of playing cards. She knew this wasn't a pleasure trip, but perhaps something to ease the tension a bit would be a welcome diversion. She changed her shoes to her tan suede boots, shrank her sneakers and put them in her bag before slinging the bag on her shoulder. She went back downstairs. It had only taken her a moment or two to pack.

As she came downstairs, she heard a little yappy dog. She opened the door and saw Rob laying in the snow. She didn't want to laugh, but it struck her so funny that she couldn't help herself. "Look out the window, Miseria, "Khaat laughed."Rob, are you alright?"

Miseria didn't have to wait long. Khaat was already downstairs and she got up, taking her bag. "When Robert will arrive?" she asked then, raising her eyebrows. She thought that he would do things faster. She even waited for the bell what would ring but since it was silent there and outside, she looked out of the window. Then she sighed. She didn't even notice the dog yapping, she was too busy with her own thoughts.

"Uh-oh!" she said then and ran out. "You need any help?" she asked, taking out her wand.

Robert sat up again. So he had got the right house. Well done him. Rob made a move to stand but ended up falling back down into the snow. No way. It was too fast and he'd landed quiet roughly on the cobbled street. He was thankful for not injuring his back too much but it did hurt like hell.

Robert scowled at May and slowly got to his feet. He'd kill that bloody dog and wouldn't feel any remorse. She was more trouble than she was worth. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled a little before tugging at his shirt.

"I'm fine but Khaat could you heal the scratch on my back please?" It wasn't a scratch. He knew this and he had a feeling she did too. It was an angry open wound which was pretty deep and was staining his shirt quiet nicely. Rob was a bit peeved by that but he'd get over it as soon as he found his wand - where ever it was.

Rob tugged his at his shirt and pulled it off, not worrying about the sting it caused. He flipped it over and scowled at the nice red blob there. The fact that the artwork his lovely cousin did while he was unconscious around his seventeenth did bother him a little. It was across one half of his chest and down his whole arm. He had to give her some kind of brownie points - it was good but it wasn't exactly something he wanted. Even if it did look pretty cool.

Spoiler:

"Oh, dear!" Khaat sighed. "She did cause you a scratch, didn't she? Here." Khaat laid her hand softly on his back and used the appropriate healing spell. She watched the scratch disappear. "There. Better. Now as for your shirt--Reparo!" She saw the hole in the shirt mend itself. "Much better." Then she drew forth her wand and pointed it in the direction the little dog had scampered off in. "Accio!" It brought the dog back in an instant, right into her arms. Hmm, Khaat thought, the dog seemed friendly enough. Maybe Rob just didn't spend enough time with the dog. "She's gorgeous, Rob." Khaat said, petting her. "Miseria, will you take Rob's dog for me for a moment while I write a note to my mother, please?" Khaat asked.