Who: Felixa Abaddon & Fletcher Parkinson, with Samuel & Lucia Abaddon What: Justice being carried out. When: Friday mid-morning Where: Villa De Luca, Siena, Tuscany, Italy Warnings: Violence, Death, etc Status: Completed.
That morning Felixa had noticed Tibby was gone – not just gone to work but gone. He had left for Italy without telling her, to go to their father. It took great levels of self-control not to rush over after him immediately. She had written Ollivander, so that he knew not to expect her. There were many days she didn’t come into the shop, if she were collecting specimens or something. That didn’t matter at the moment. Tibby had gone over there, to him, and what was he going to do?
So she had dressed, pulled back her hair, and begun warming up her muscles. The witch stretched, went through fencing exercises, and even practiced her wandwork. But her mind worried, and exercises were not enough. She charmed her journal to notify her of anything from an Abaddon, to get the news as soon as Tibby wrote her. To quiet her mind, the witch began shooting, as archery calmed her mind to a meditative state. Her mind continued to think, but it was completely focused on proper technique and doing the same thing each time. She chose to pull out her arrows by hand, which was hard, but she liked it.
Then there was a sound. Rushing over toward her belongings, where her journal sat next to Giustizia, Felixa opened it. A piece of her heart dropped in pain, but her mind grew enraged. Closing her eyes for a moment, the witch had to take back control of her breathing. This was it, the last straw, the last chance that man ever received. And in a short matter of time, messages were appearing for her. Fletcher. Cerise. Felixa picked up her quill and wrote responses back to them, hand shaking in rage. She wrote to herself in the journal, the quill piercing the paper and cutting through it as she jabbed the quill down.
Dropping the quill, Felixa turned back to her bow. It still needed to be put away properly, disassembled. The witch forced herself through the motions, and through doing so, she gained control over herself again. Her hands stopped shaking, and her vision was normal. Her head pounded, as did her heart, but Felixa did not expect that to change.
Once she was finished, the witch gathered up Giustizia and apparated directly into Fletcher’s bedroom. Unless he was fucking her brother, Felixa didn’t care what he was doing. “Lets go,” she declared.