Nigel came downstairs. "Robert's still fiddling a little, but he'll be down. Victor's leg was broken in five places. The one of those breaks was a splintering. That's what took us. If Victor had been a muggle, they would have used rods and screws and plates and all sorts of hardware to keep the bone together. Sometimes that heals alright, and sometimes the person has lasting pain and problems afterwards. And if Victor had been in the hands of any other healer, they might have either tried that or they'd have settled for just getting the pieces 'close.' But--Robert tracked down every little fragment with a powerful magnifying glass and he reassembled every little miniscule fragment. I have seen hundreds of surgeries and I've done hundreds. I have never seen anyone who would stay at it that long in order to make sure it was absolutely perfect. The headmaster made the right choice by sending your brother to Robert. He'll be back on his broom, I'm sure, before the end of the season if the recovery goes well..." Nigel heard a tiny whistle and it took him a moment to track it. Then he saw a little figure waving at him from the dollhouse. Nigel walked over to the dollhouse and sat down in the recliner.
"Ah, so you're Sam. I'm Nigel," Nigel said. "What can I do for you?"
"When can I see him?"
"He's sleeping. It could be a couple hours. How are your accommodations?"
"They suck."
"Why?"
"Water doesn't work. Fireplace doesn't work. Furniture is hard as a rock, and the bathroom has no fourth wall. I can't use it if I'm not going to have any privacy."
"Oh. Well, let's see." Nigel drew his wand and fixed the lighting and the water and the plumbing and cast little enchanted fires in the fireplaces. Then he took a little 3 panel folding screen and put it in the bathroom to give Sam some privacy in the bathroom. Lastly, he cast a spell to make the furniture not just look alikes of quality furniture but actually miniature pieces that were as comfortable as their original counterparts. "Better?"
"Much. Thanks."
"Your mug is empty. Shall I refill it for you?"
"Please?"
"Certainly." He took the tiny mug, resized it, refilled the mug, shrank it again, and gave it back to him.
"He's actually gonna make me sleep in a toy house, isn't he?"
"Yeah, I think he is," Nigel said.
"But I'm so bored!" he wailed.
"Do you play chess?"
"Yeah, but this isn't a real board."
"Well, clearly not. Come with me." He held his hand out to Sam and when Sam climbed on, he went to the shelf, got down Angus's travel chess board and opened it up on the coffee table. He set out the pieces and put Sam down on the white side of the board and he sat down on the left. The pieces came not quite up to Sam's knee and since they were hollow, they weren't heavy. "Your move," Nigel said.
Andrew and Angus fished until Angus had caught a bass, and Andrew had caught three great looking little perch. Andrew brought Angus home and helped him into his regular chair, and then he and Angus cleaned the fish, packaged it up, and cleaned up the mess Andrew opened the door and let Angus in, and Angus took the fish to Ruby.
"Hey, Nigel. Who's winning? Ruby, check this out. There's enough fish here for maybe a nice fresh fish lunch tomorrow for everyone. Look at these beautiful fillets of bass and perch and trout." He opened the package to show them to her. "Andrew did alright when he stopped finding dark magic artifacts."
"I am," Nigel said.
"Not for long," Sam replied.