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Who: Abernathy and Bill Ford
When: Late July
Where: The Ford Home, Lake Luzerne, NY.
What: Bill stumbles in on Abby and Bernadine's plot. Abby discovers one of her father's secrets and doesn't react well.
Rating: SFW, language
Eventually all secret plans get discovered. This was what Abby kept trying to remind herself while Bill Ford's temper reached all new heights. He'd come across a letter from Mother Criss to "Abernathy," though clearly it was written to Bernadine.
Of course, Bill didn't think his sweet and innocent Bernadine would come up with this crackpot idea. "Do you have any idea how unbelievably reckless this is? It won't just ruin your reputation Abby. Think what it could do to Bernadine. Think what it could do to any of the future Fords who turn out to be wizards or witches."
Abby fought the urge to roll her eyes at her father, but there it was, an upswing and swirl.
"Don't roll your eyes at me like I have no idea!"
"You don't, dad," she pointed out plainly. "You don't have any idea what it's like to live in that world after growing up thinking you wouldn't. She at least deserves a chance to learn."
Bill bit down hard on his temper. His realization was that eventually all secrets are discovered, for better or worse. Usually worse. "I do know, Abernathy. It's about time you did too."
She smirked at him, arms crossed over her chest. "Whatever."
Bill reached over and grabbed the wand that was sticking out of her pocket. It sizzled in his hands. "Lumos," he commanded simply and the wand tip lit like a brilliant little flashlight.
The smirk dropped from her face. She put her hand over her mouth to stop whatever her gut reaction turned out to be. Finally she spoke. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
He didn't bother to scold his foul mouthed daughter. He handed her wand back in such a hung dog fashion that it was almost an apology for taking it from her without permission. Bill didn't subscribe to the school of thought that parents needn't apologize for their mistakes. "I'm sorry I never told you."
"Is this some kind of joke?" She'd grown up thinking that her father was a regular old squib like her mother and her brother. Here he was casting magic with a wand; no matter how simple the spell, a squib couldn't get a wand to light up.
"I made mistakes," he said so vaguely that it could have meant anything. His decision to leave wizarding behind, not telling his children the truth, what led to his decision to leave. Bill couldn't decide what to tell Abernathy now and what to leave at rest.
She wasn't entirely capable of listening anyway. "You've been lying to me my whole life. That's a little bit more than a mistake."
He could feel the rage spilling off her words. He saw the wand itching to be picked up, ready to cast whichever hex or spell crossed Abby's lips. "I wanted to protect you," he offered, but that was entirely the wrong tact with his troublesome daughter. "Abby, this isn't about me. This is about your sister. This plan is reckless and stupid."
"Then talk to her about it. I have nothing else to say to you." Abernathy stalked out of the house and off into the woods surrounding their property.
Bill knew that she wouldn't be back any time soon. He took a very deep breath and fought the urge to run off after her. She was too much like him in some respects. She wouldn't speak to him again until she had it settled in her mind. Where Abernathy was concerned that might be awhile.
When: Late July
Where: The Ford Home, Lake Luzerne, NY.
What: Bill stumbles in on Abby and Bernadine's plot. Abby discovers one of her father's secrets and doesn't react well.
Rating: SFW, language
Eventually all secret plans get discovered. This was what Abby kept trying to remind herself while Bill Ford's temper reached all new heights. He'd come across a letter from Mother Criss to "Abernathy," though clearly it was written to Bernadine.
Of course, Bill didn't think his sweet and innocent Bernadine would come up with this crackpot idea. "Do you have any idea how unbelievably reckless this is? It won't just ruin your reputation Abby. Think what it could do to Bernadine. Think what it could do to any of the future Fords who turn out to be wizards or witches."
Abby fought the urge to roll her eyes at her father, but there it was, an upswing and swirl.
"Don't roll your eyes at me like I have no idea!"
"You don't, dad," she pointed out plainly. "You don't have any idea what it's like to live in that world after growing up thinking you wouldn't. She at least deserves a chance to learn."
Bill bit down hard on his temper. His realization was that eventually all secrets are discovered, for better or worse. Usually worse. "I do know, Abernathy. It's about time you did too."
She smirked at him, arms crossed over her chest. "Whatever."
Bill reached over and grabbed the wand that was sticking out of her pocket. It sizzled in his hands. "Lumos," he commanded simply and the wand tip lit like a brilliant little flashlight.
The smirk dropped from her face. She put her hand over her mouth to stop whatever her gut reaction turned out to be. Finally she spoke. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
He didn't bother to scold his foul mouthed daughter. He handed her wand back in such a hung dog fashion that it was almost an apology for taking it from her without permission. Bill didn't subscribe to the school of thought that parents needn't apologize for their mistakes. "I'm sorry I never told you."
"Is this some kind of joke?" She'd grown up thinking that her father was a regular old squib like her mother and her brother. Here he was casting magic with a wand; no matter how simple the spell, a squib couldn't get a wand to light up.
"I made mistakes," he said so vaguely that it could have meant anything. His decision to leave wizarding behind, not telling his children the truth, what led to his decision to leave. Bill couldn't decide what to tell Abernathy now and what to leave at rest.
She wasn't entirely capable of listening anyway. "You've been lying to me my whole life. That's a little bit more than a mistake."
He could feel the rage spilling off her words. He saw the wand itching to be picked up, ready to cast whichever hex or spell crossed Abby's lips. "I wanted to protect you," he offered, but that was entirely the wrong tact with his troublesome daughter. "Abby, this isn't about me. This is about your sister. This plan is reckless and stupid."
"Then talk to her about it. I have nothing else to say to you." Abernathy stalked out of the house and off into the woods surrounding their property.
Bill knew that she wouldn't be back any time soon. He took a very deep breath and fought the urge to run off after her. She was too much like him in some respects. She wouldn't speak to him again until she had it settled in her mind. Where Abernathy was concerned that might be awhile.
