Terence scowled as he packed up his briefcase with work to do at home. The stupid Wizengamot had once again made an idiot ruling. As he was walking out of his office, he passed a picture of his wife and kids. Grinning, he reached a hand out and touched it gently. It had been far too long since he had seen them.

"Mrs. Brannigan," he said to the older woman who was his assistant. "Clear my weekend schedule. I'm going to the Isles to see my family."

"No sir," Mrs. Brannigan replied.

"Why not?" Terence objected like a first-year he was told he couldn't go to Hogsmeade.

"Because, your family returned earlier this evening," she returned to her work.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Terence's temper was rising fast.

"Because you were in a right state," she peered at him over her glasses. "And I wasn't about to let you go home to them angry."

"Whack job," he muttered as he hurried out the door to apparate home.

Terence flew through the house to Gwen's room. He stood in the door way staring at his sleeping daughter and wife.

"Hi," he said softly as he walked toward them, kissing Scarlett hello.