"Thank you, Jessie," Angus said. "I appreciate that. It was great cake, but I don't think they need to tuck away little globs for later. I'm sure we have some leftovers that are probably in better shape than the stuff you found in there."
"Rain?" Marcus said. "Well, let's hope it isn't raining in Scotland today because the girls would be very disappointed if that spring dance was rained out in Hogsmeade tonight. Oh, look at the time. I'll be back." He stood, drew his portkey and ported out to Evan's.
"Beware. The chaos is about to begin," Angus told Jessie. "The girls are going to be spending the next two of three hours primping and getting ready. Hell hath no fury like a teen girl whose having a bad hair day on the night of a formal dance. I hope Marcus realizes how hysterical those two can get if they think their outfit isn't going to work out. And I hope to heck that Dean Whats-His-Name actually shows up to come and get her tonight or I might have to mash him."
"Wait. You're the dad. You're not supposed to approve of your daughters' dates."
"Well, I probably won't, but neither do I want him to ghost her. If he ghosts her, I'll have to hurt him," Angus said.
"Who is this Dean guy?" Andrew asked.
"Dean Whitlow, I think. Seeker for Gryffindor this year," Angus said
"Oh, he's been all over the papers because the Falmouth Falcons wanted to sign him this year, and Hogwarts said absolutely not," Andrew said. "They'll have to wait til he graduates properly."
"That's him," Angus said.
"How'd he find out about Anise if they go to different schools?"
"No idea," Angus said. "I am not privy to that information, apparently. I would like to know, though."
A moment later, Marcus ported in with the girls, and the girls raced downstairs to start preparing for the dance.
"Let the mayhem begin," Angus laughed.
"I have enough Orange Julius's left for one more round," Andrew said. "I put them in the freezer so they're good and cold. Jessie, you didn't get one last time. Here. Try this." He poured fresh drinks for everyone. "They're partly healthy, but I added some supplements to promote some healing in Angus's surgical wound."
"Could these be made in other flavors too?" Marcus asked.
"That wouldn't be hard," Angus said. "Are the kids eating supper with us tonight?"
"Let me tell you about teen girls on the night of a dance," Marcus said. "They aren't going to eat anything because they'll be too afraid that if they eat, they won't fit in their dresses."
"No. Seriously? That's silly," Angus said.
"That's a teenager," Marcus laughed.
"Ruby!" Anise shouted from downstairs, in a panic. "I don't have any shoes!"
"Shoes? She's got a million pairs of shoes," Angus said.
"But probably not THE shoes she wanted," Marcus said. "Ruby, if she has any dress shoes at all, I'll change them into something that works with the dress."