Khaat's House in Hogsmeade--(open)

Khaat looked at the young girl. She appeared a bit rattled. Khaat presumed she was getting the gist of the bigwigs that were in the room. "Why don't you come with me to the kitchen?" Khaat asked the girl, "I think we could use some really good tea and coffee. You can help me." Khaat wanted to get her out of the living room for a moment. Khaat got up and headed for the kitchen, motioning for the young woman to follow. "Narcissa, " Khaat smiled at her, "You're in charge. Feel free to take whatever liberties that become necessary."

And how stupid you Lupins can be, Vincent felt like saying. Yet, he didn't want to insult Khaat right now. "I am not here to discuss more about that stupid subject Khaat, if I would tell you what Emof did to me during my visit you would surely side with his staying in Azkaban," said Vincent. Then again, maybe she wouldn't. She was a lupin after all. He turned as he heard someone drop their cup on the floor. It was one of the girls, she was shuddering for some reason. Vincent rolled his eyes.

Miseria nodded and stood up, taking the empty cup from the table. “Yes, sure,“ she said in empty voice. Yes, it was probobally better in the kitchen than being here with those who had sended others to the Azkaban. She heard about this Emof, but she didn't even know him. This Majere looked like he could send everyone to the Azkaban, innocent or guitly, he didn't seem to care.

“They make me nervous,“ she said quietly to Khaat, biting her lip and rolling her blue hair around her finger.

"Hmm. I would be far more interested in what you did to provoke him, "Khaat said dryly, "But I'm quite sure you'll leave all those little details out--for our listening pleasure, of course. I am very sure that whatever he did, surely must have been self defense. Come, girl. I need that coffee." Khaat went into the kitchen, sighing heavily.

"Clearly, you have a low opinion of me Lupin," Vincent said, keeping his cool, though she was being exremely absurd. Not to mention rather annoying. She went into the kitchen however, so Vincent didn't have anything more to say. He looked slightly at Wilson and Narcissa, but their conversation hardly seemed important. He took a seat, quite tired. He would just leave now, but there was still some reason to stay.

Miseria didn't say anything but followed Khaat in the kitchen. She closed the door and sighed then. “I hope that you can expain me things later,“ she said quietly, although, she could only read Khaat's mind. She was already good enough in it. And so she could make a barrier around her own thoughts. Right now that was one of those situations her mother has warned her about, thought Miseria had never even belied that such things would happen to her. Not in this life. Actually not never. She was prefering more of this boring student life when she could just sit and learn.

But on the same time, she took the cups from the case and placed them on the table. Using her telekensis, she catched coffee box and put it next to the cups on the table. But what's next. She looked around the kitchen, feeling that she needs something to do for disturbing her own thoughts. This all had happened too fast. She was still shocked of those news – Khaat could see that from her eyes what were big and full of surprise, frightnence and also curiosity. What will happen next?

"Woah, what the - I did not expect so many visitors," frowned Andrian as he managed to slipped through the door as he had seen Archangel sitting on a porch outside of Khaat's House. He was not expecting to see a lot of people sitting around having cups of tea; but more of just seeing her laying in bed trying to rest. Slowly, he walked into the house and looked around at everybody.

OOC: Sorry, it so bad. It wouldn't have to be so bad if you didn't have to post 8 pages.

Narcissa was aware of how Azkaban was being run now. It seemed to be quite relaxed. She didn't suspect any inmate was on edge too much because of the lack of Dementors. She didn't know why they were sent away, they were what made Azkaban fun in a way.

"Why would Emof want to stay in Azkaban longer than necessary?" Narcissa asked, raising an eyebrow. "It is rather time consuming, not to mention boring and I doubt that little wife of his would visit him. She seems a bit to pure for a place like that."

Narcissa looked over at the other guest that had just decided to come in and she rolled her eyes. "Honestly how many people did the child invite? This isn't a dinner party."

Khaat sat at the kitchen table, allowing the student to make the coffee. "You know me," she said, "but I don't know you. How about introducing yourself. And as for them out there, if they make you nervous, it tells me you are very wise indeed. They are worth any student being nervous around. They are some of the most powerful people in this part of the wizarding world. I presume my eagle brought you, but until things are safer here, be very very careful what you say or do. And believe me when I tell you that most of the adults in that room are not trustworthy."

"It wasn't Emof's decision to stay in Azkaban," Vincent replied scornfully. How stupid of Narcissa. "He's been arrested by the ministry for commiting murders. It is a punishment for him to stay in Azkaban," he explained without looking at her.