Brian had dropped Khaat off for her check of how the restaurant was running. They ususually tried to run this little errand in the morning, at breakfast time, before Khaat's busy work day at St. Mungos. He scanned the place and saw pretty much nothng but the regular morning customers. He saw her pour two cups of French Roast. One for herself and one for him. She brought it to him and kissed his cheek gently.
She brought her paperwork out to an empty table and spread it out a bit to be able to see the tasks at hand. He sat down with her, as Lizzie, the chef, brought out their standard breakfasts for them. Fresh fruit salads and fresh scones with honey butter. It wasn't Brian's personal favorite--not unless there was protein added to it somehow. He was usually very careful about his eating habits because of his trying to keep himself in good shape physically.
Feeling she was safe enough at the moment, he took a few minutes to go back and check the back of the house of any potential security issues. Lizzie was learning not to be lax about that. It was better. Much more secure. He stopped by her office in the back and found the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet. Well, that might at least give him something to do besides just watching for trouble or watching her work. He picked it up and brought it back out to the dining room with him, where she was eating and working. He laid the newspaper on the corner of the table beside him and sat down to his breakfast, always alert but trying to be a bit inconspicuous about it. When he was too blatant about it, it made her nervous. Distracted her. And he didn't like doing that.
He had been grateful for their trip to Tuscany. It had caused him to see the world, expecially the little corner of it that he shared with Khaat, in different eyes. He was contented right now to be living with her and to have her baby daughter and infant granddaughter living with them. It was a strange but happy little family. It had brought contentment into the life of an auror who had believed he would never find it--so long as none of it got too serious.
by Brian Quinn Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:37 am
