"Will she come to England? Certainly," Angus said, changing and getting into bed. "I think if she wants her children, she will certainly come to England. Will she try to come here? I honestly don't know. It depends on what she remembers, and we don't know that right now. If she does not remember that she and Marcus are divorced, she may not remember that he works for Robert. If that's the case, then she may not know how to begin to find him, except, probably, for his London apartment that he is never at anymore. Or by trying to get to him through Jonathan in Hogsmeade. And if she goes there, it might draw Marcus there, depending on how disturbed she is. Hopefully, Aria will keep her emotions in check if Evelyn does show up, but I know that will be hard for her. If she shows up somewhere, I'll go with him and try to help get her secured without anyone getting hurt. If her memory is swiss cheesed from her illness, she might not remember me at all, and if that's the case, I might be able to help him to lure her into a safe situation. I would have to try. He's my friend, and I couldn't not be there for him if I can manage it at all. But I know you already know that."
"That's fine," Marcus said. "I'll do a thorough check of those protections tomorrow. I think I've done all I can for tonight, and we're as safe as we can be for the moment. I'll get back on it tomorrow." He finished his check and then went upstairs. He got ready for bed and, as he had done for years and years, he set out a clean change of clothes. It had come as something he had learned to do in case he was uprooted by an emergency during the night so he could dress quickly even if he was still partly asleep. Then he headed for bed, yawning, and he turned out the light on his nightstand. "Night, Aria."