OOC: Crap! This was to be Robert! Oh, DUH!!
Robert sent a soft, warm fleecy blanket into the girl. "Wrap up in that, Girl. That'll help you ward off a chill." Then, mysteriously a warm fire seemed to start in the fireplace, totally on its own. As she sat there, two muggle cats, one orange tabby and an all white one, came over to sniff her out. They must have decided she was alright because one laid beside her on either side, like bodyguards.
Robert came back a moment later with two large, colorful stoneware mugs. They had been made by Katheriine. They were the only ones Khaat ever kept in the house. He put a soothing cinnamon and vanilla flavored tea in the mugs, with a short nip of cream and sugar and brought them into the girl. "Here," he said very gently, "Its just tea. It'll help." He took a sip from his mug and sat in a chair opposite her. "So, you're a young witch from Hogwarts," he said, already scanning her as he observed her. "And I know full well, you have the powers to have, actually, handled that. So forgive me if I interfered. I would not have let that happen to any young woman, not you, not my own daughter. "
Khaat, herself, had been upstairs, suffering from a most unsual headache. A migraine. She rarely ever got them, but then her stress level lately had been in places it had never been before. She still looked like a thin, ghostly pale shadow of her former self, but Rob rarely spoke of it. She had thought about going to one of those muggle tanning places to get some color back in her skin, but that might make Rob come straight out of his. Hell, he had even tossed the muggle makeup when he'd tossed the potions apparently. Maybe he hadn't known what it was for, she guessed. Why would he need to know that? She smiled, thinking that perhaps he thought it was some muggle over the counter drug to further marinate herself in.
She had dressed in casual clothes--jeans that were so old they were soft and comfortable, and one of Rob's better sweatshirts--an almost brand new red one. She liked being around his scent. It was entirely too big, but she didnt care. By the time she looked like she was going to give birth to a Volkswagon, he wouldn't be getting this sweatshirt back, she had decided. And, unfortunately for fashion, her favorite pair of slipper socks were a light sage green. Just wasn't matching the sweatshirt that was swimming on her. She came downstairs and saw Daddy had rescued another kid. She almost looked at it as a daily occurance anymore that some poor waif came home to her house. But this child made her take a double take. She knew this girl. She'd been in one of her charms classes. Off by herself, but she had been there.
"Amadora?" Khaat frowned deeply, "Is that you? Daddy, I know this girl. Amadora, what on earth happened?" Khaat went over to sit down on the arm of her father's wing chair.