Robin took a deep breath. Merlin, though he wished he could just devolve into hysterics or give in to his anger fully, but with all of his siblings behaving like this, the wizard was stuck being the Sensible One. Not quite free, then—ah well, he never had been to begin with. Thus was the curse of his birth order.

Picking his battles, and having seen that his earlier efforts to calm Mira had done nothing, he elected to focus on the broader issue and leave his siblings, for the moment, to their respective Issues.

(Really, at least Mira and Philip seemed vaguely justified in their responses; if Sera's biggest concern was a son called Algernon, she had gotten off horrendously lightly in this whole blasted ordeal!)

"We will do nothing unless we are all in agreement."

Though Robert raised his voice to ensure he would be heard, he was not yelling; indeed, there was only the barest hint of emotion to his tone at all (most of it restraint).

"If we act upon our individual grudges, seeking retribution, we will prove to be no better than Him." Calling Algernon Father at this juncture, in this crowd, seemed more likely to harm his cause than help it.

"Edwin, we cannot just report him; it will tarnish all our reputations, not just his. And Sera," he pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a headache coming on, "we certainly can take his wand, and indeed I shall make the arrangements when home to do so, but they are not exactly difficult to come by, in the grand scheme of things."