Carlisle nodded, and said quickly, "Wait here." He left the kitchen to find Margaret, his wife, and he explained the situation to her.
"But where are you going to go? And when will you be back?" she asked quietly, her face frightful.
"I'm not sure, dear. But don't worry too much about me. I'll send you a letter if possible."
"And what shall I tell everyone else?"
"That I went to pick up Estrella from her school, since she decided that she was going to come home for the holidays."
Without another word he bounded up the stairs, and began to throw things halfhazardly into a small suitcase. Besides clothes and necessities, he packed the more modern book about Death Eaters and such, just in case he needed it, and on top of those, an unloaded pistol, with a pack of bullets to go with it. He shoved some money into the bullet case.
Carrying his suitcase downstairs he turned to Lucius. "There's a fireplace in my living room. Now what is this floo whatzit?"