Misha had always wished that he could apparate straight into the house, but his father had put protections on it long ago. With Marcus Meru's work, he couldn't be too careful. Only the lab out back had weaker protections and that was only because Michael had a regular habit of trying to blow it up.
"Dad will likely be out and mom will be putting down the little ones," Misha answered, reaching up to run his fingers through the side of Bella's hair. He pulled the strands over the side of her face, hiding the worst of the damage.
"Just keep your head down and follow me. My family is used to me having people over."
Specifically girls, and to his bedroom, but Misha didn't really feel like that was necessary information. He stood up and held out his hand.