When sunrise finally came, Andrew was up. He was well acquainted with the routine of this house, so he fell back into it pretty naturally. He had made fresh coffee and tea, had made a version of sausage rolls for breakfast by wrapping cheese and bacon around the sausages before he wrapped them in puff pastry dough, brushed them with an egg wash and then sprinkled flaky sea salt over them and baked them. He had made a bowl of mixed berries instead of a fruit salad, and a platter of crispy oniony potato cakes.
While breakfast was baking, since Angus was already awake, he had helped Angus wash up and get into some clean pajama trousers and shave and had brought him a cup of coffee to sip on. Angus hadn't particularly slept well because of continuing dreams. He had seen some very strange things in his sleep that didn't make any sense to him at all. He wasn't being attacked during the night. It was like watching some movies. He was watching other people being attacked and then dying one by one. His dreams were not soothing little bedtime stories. Angus was glad to have a little quiet to enjoy a few sips of coffee before the day got started.
Then Andrew had let Finn out, fed him, and brought in the papers. Finn had eaten, and with his belly full now, he curled up on the bed against Angus' leg and went back to sleep.
Marcus got up, washed, shaved, and dressed and came downstairs. Seeing Angus awake, he took Angus's cup, took it to the kitchen, gave his coffee a warm up, poured coffee for himself, and took Angus' coffee back him, and Finn let out a very satisfied burp. Andrew took breakfast out of the oven, set it on the sideboard and finished setting up the sideboard so people could help themselves.
"How'd you sleep?" Marcus asked, handing Angus's mug back to him.
"Weird dreams," Angus sighed.
"That same woman again?"
"Well, yeah, but it didn't make sense."
"How so?"
"She was doing something to some witches and wizards around her, and, honestly, it looked almost exactly like a dementor. Like she was drawing something off of these people against their will."
"Maybe she was. Do you know who these people were? Did you recognize any of them?"
"No. I didn't, but, if you're right and she's a Tyler relative, I wouldn't recognize any of them, except for Ruby's immediate family."
"You have a point," Marcus said. "I might have to have them show you some of their family photos and see if you recognize any of their other relatives. Not straight away this morning, though. I was going to ask you if Finn had been out yet, but if he hadn't he'd be pestering me to go outside or to feed him."
"Yeah, Andrew took care of that earlier when he was fixing breakfast."