"Miranda!" Robin snapped, having run out of patience for all his siblings. "What happened to you is appalling—but you would do well to remember it happened to all of us. If you cannot endure this conversation without harping on about Hogwarts, then go home—or to the Castle, if you cannot abide under the same roof as our father."

"As to a plan, Edwin, you will establish a new account at Gringotts. Do it by post if you must, though I'm very sure every goblin with which I have interacted speaks passable English. I will obtain Father's wand to keep in it for the foreseeable." Robin doubted very much that his own account, or those of any of the siblings, was free from their father's reach if Algernon should return to his full faculties. "You will delegate at work as much as possible until we come up with a longer term plan in that regard."

"Miranda, you are long overdue for a miraculous recovery," Robin allowed, softening slightly, "but it cannot be too much all at once or it will raise suspicion. Seraphina, you will go live your life provided it does not bring negative, undue attention to the family. You have a husband. You have children. Remember that you are not the only one who wound up with both without your assent. And all of us," he continued, "will keep our hands clean to avoid any potential legal repercussions. If Father wakes up and if he retains his faculties, Philip, you will get to addle him so long as you can make it look natural. Have I missed anything, or are we still set upon murder and hysterics?"