Fletcher followed calmly after Felixa as she walked to the study. He smiled a little as he looked at their father, at the man who was the reason that Tiberius was hurt. He was the creature in the night that tried to keep his Tiberius from him. This was what he focused on.
He took note of the way he looked at him, glancing away only when Felixa had broken his wand. However, the next words the man said made him stare for a moment. It wasn't being called a poof that he objected to. No, that was nothing. It was that being told he didn't deserve his wand as much as the man before them because of his sexual preferences. It only fueled a fire that needed no more fuel to keep going.
He listened quietly as Felixa spoke, his eyes never leaving Mr. Abaddon's face. He knew vague parts of this, but not all of it. He had a feeling he would know a good bit more than he knew before at the end of this.
He flicked his wand once she was done, tying her father to his chair. It was not until then that he moved closer, the slightest of changes in his eyes. Only he might have noticed the quiet madness slowly showing itself. Felixa, he had a feeling, was in a world of her own.
There was no reason to give the man a chance to escape. While he may have had a preference for shackles, he would make do with what he had. Pulling his dagger out, Fletcher looked at it idly for a moment before turning his gaze back onto the Abaddon's father.
He had every intention of using it on him, of causing his own reactions before the man died.
Oh, yes. He was going to know just how he felt about him and die believing his ridiculous fears were real. It didn't matter if they were really, he would just die believing they were.