To say that Fredrick looked or felt lost would be massive understatement. He was dazed and a feeling more than a tad ill. He was scared out of his bloody mind.
Acknowledging Agatha with nothing more than a fluttering blink as he focused on the situation he was upon him, Fredrick's jaw set and he turned to flip the locks on the door before going swiftly to the front window to glance out at the street. He squinted, glancing one direction and then the other to make sure there was no sign of the car that had dropped him off or the driver and fellow passengers that may have decided to stick around to watch his family.
"The wards," he finally said, voice anxious as he drew the blinds and drapes over the window. He turned to Agatha then and the fact that he was liable to be kicked or hexed was certainly not what worried him in that moment. Firmness and insistence crept into his tone when he next said, "Aggie, do the wards."
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