"Careful," Michael told Lucian, following him into the dining room. Michael went to the sideboard, picked up two pieces of toast and started assembling a hasty breakfast sandwich of sorts for Robert by putting a little of this and a bit of that in between the slices of toast. "You have your facts all buggared up, Lucian. I would not make the mistake of saying that Rita Skeeter works for the Daily Prophet in the presences of anyone who actually works for the Prophet. Rita has always worked for The Quibbler, and the Quibbler has never been anything other than a tabloid gossip paper that tells, largely made-up garbage. Xenophilius Lovegood--Luna's father--is responsible for owning and running it, and he has openly said he bloody doesn't care whether the Quibbler tells the truth or not because all he really cares about it that it sells. The fact that the stories about you and your team were in the Prophet and not the Quibbler should cause you double the concern because that means that it wasn't Rita Skeeter that wrote them. And, further more, it also means that somehow someone in the Ministry gave the Prophet enough evidence to convince them that they have the truth. Unlike the Quibbler, the Prophet does care that they publish the truth, and they wouldn't believe Rita was telling the truth if they talked to her face to face."
Michael finished assembling a breakfast sandwich for Robert and wrapped it up in a piece of waxed paper from the kitchen, as Robert came downstairs, clean and changed into one of his business suits so he could go to work when he finished meeting about the possible sting operation.
"Now, Michael," Robert said, "I need you to come along on this. I have entirely too much on my plate right now to command a sting. If I set it up, I need you to command it or for Belby to do it."
"Not a problem," Michael said. "I'll call Daniella and cancel my evening with her."
"Wait until we have a plan before you do that. You might not need to. We could always have Kate come along and she could help you."
"Is she with Abbey, though."
"Ah, well, yes. She's trying to soothe her to sleep."
"I'll debrief Kate later if I need to," Michael said. Robert nodded, and Michael handed him the sandwich.
"Fuel," Michael told him.
"Bless you. It's been a long night, and I'm starving," Robert said, picking up the little bottle of Rescue potion and putting it in his jacket pocket. "Lucian, we're heading over to the duplex. Take your time and finish your breakfast and then come along when you're ready. We'll meet you over there." Michael and Robert headed over to the duplex and went inside.
Marcus had just put on a fresh pot of coffee, and the boys were finishing their breakfasts and getting ready to head to work.
"Morning, Lads," Robert said to Sam and Victor.
"Hi, Robert," they greeted him.
"Good work on the tomatoes, by the way. Kate tells me we got double the harvest we expected to get. Well done."
"Thanks," they said. "We'll see you later." The boys got up, put their dishes in the sink and headed out for the day.
"I'll get you both some fresh coffee as soon as the pot stops brewing," Marcus told Robert and Michael
"Wonderful," Robert said, as he and Michael went into the living room and sat down.