Taking a quick shower and dressed, he softly kissed Isobel on her cheek, leaving a note on the table for her before leaving to go see his father.
“Father, I’m sure my mother wanted to hurt Isobel and, in doing so, let her lose the baby.” Radagast was sitting in one of the comfortable velvet chairs, in front of the fireplace, having a drink. His father was sitting in the other chair, with a cigar in one hand and his drink in the other.
“I don’t think your mother will go that far, son. But to be on the safe side best, you put up a protection spell.” Nodding to himself, he took a drag from his cigar. “If I remember correctly, Isobel is choosing your new rooms soon. Then just make sure your mother doesn’t know where it is and put up a protection spell just in case. We don’t know who under th
