"I'll get you one that's just for you," he told her. I have just the thing," he smiled at her. "Then, when yours gets here, you can give that one back to her. I have an idea for a missions holster, so I'll get us each an every day wand holster and then maybe I'll get us each a missions holster to try." He nodded when she said she'd send a message.
When Ruby handed over the candy, the staff member just nodded. They knew Angus's wheelchair limitations. They didn't want to make a deal out of it. Another staff member took Nigel up to Toby.
With Nigel not there to try to send Angus home, Angus changed to his regular chair and went inside. He talked to Michael and Simone about breakfast. Michael put a hashbrown casserole together, Simone made an egg benedict casserole, Andrew made a fruit salad and Angus made his huge cinnamon rolls. Other people had been making them, but it felt good to be in the kitchen, so Angus made a batch, and had them sliced and set on the sheet pans, covered and set out to rise overnight. Simone got coffee and tea ready to brew, and she poured the orange juice into the pitcher and set it in the fridge. Whoever made breakfast would only have to start the coffee and the tea and put the casseroles and the rolls in the oven. It just didn't get much easier.
With breakfast ready, Andrew took Angus home and brought home the all terrain chair. He helped Angus shower, and Angus decided to head to bed to avoid keeping Andrew up late. Angus sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, with his book. Andrew got the coffee ready for morning, locked up the house, checked on Pip, and then showered and went to bed.
Angus was rooted out of his boo by hearing howling. James. He was starting to recognize the sound of James' voice, even when he howled--something Angus hadn't expected he'd ever distinguish. He used to think a howl was a howl, but perhaps not. He could recognize the sound of the different whinnies the horses made, knew the sound of Brian's stallion's whiny from Khaat's mare. Perhaps it wasn't all that unreasonable that James' howl would start to sound distinctive too. He managed to get up and to get into his chair, grab his pistol, and get downstairs. He left the lights off, and he went to the window. He could see James's figure in the darkness trying to sneak around the grounds. What an idjit, Angus thought. If he wanted to sneak, why the hell was he howling? Dumbass.
"Who's there?" he heard Andrew calling from upstairs.
"Just me," Angus replied. "Didn't mean to wake you up. Leave the lights off." Andrew came downstairs, and he joined Angus at the window.
"What are we looking at?" Andrew asked.
"James," Angus said. "Just there. Look."
"What a cheeky bastard," Andrew said. "What do you think he wants?"
"What he always wants--Khaat. Unless Gelding sent him on a mission."
"He's heading this way," Andrew said. Angus watched and then he realized it. He was heading not for Angus' side of the duplex but Edward's.
"Edward," Angus said, fear rising up. He couldn't let Edward be caught unaware. He rolled his chair over to the door between the two halves and found it locked on Edward's side. "Andrew--I need a paperclip--now!" Andrew accio'd a paperclip and gave it to Angus, and Angus picked the lock and opened the door.
"Edward!" Angus shouted. "Edward, wake up!" It wasn't thirty seconds before Edward was standing on his landing at the top of the stairs.
"What is it?" Edward shouted.
"James! He's heading straight for this house."
"My side or yours?"
"Yours."
"Good. I'll have him if he tries to get in here," Edward said. "Thanks, Boy. I'm on it." In a moment he and Simone were running down the stairs, and in the moonlight that shone through the windows, Angus could see Edward had his wand and his axe, and Simone had a pistol. She was apparently stronger than Angus had taken her for. She was going to stand with Edward on this one, werewolf or not.
Angus opened the door and rolled his chair out onto the porch, and Andrew followed with his wand.
"Hey, Stupid!" Angus shouted. "You really are bad at sneaking, you know that?" James looked up and him and sighed with exasperation.
"You again?" James groaned.
"Why are you here?" Angus asked. James responded by firing two rapid fire petrificus totalus spells. Andrew fell like a plank of wood, and Angus was frozen in place in his chair.
"I don't feel like banter tonight, Squib," James snarled. "Get them." And with that, several other werewolves came out of the trees to go pick up Angus and Andrew. It was far more than Simone and Edward could conquer on their own. They might get a couple of them, but they weren't going to get all of them. Unless the night crew members were on their toes, this was going to be one battle they were going to lose.