Sam knew what his wife was doing, and he was inclined to just let her keep doing it. He was an extremely non-confrontational person by nature, and of all the people in the world that he could get into an argument with, Ally was on the very bottom of that list. But Sam steeled himself--he wasn't going to let her avoid this. They needed to talk about this, no matter how explosive he feared it could get.
Roger wiggled around in his arms and he let the boy down to explore the kitchen on his own. The one-year-old toddled off shakily to open his favorite cabinet and began to pull out the silverware they kept there for him. Sam watched his son bang the metal pieces on the floor for a long moment before turning his gaze back to Ally. "You can use your wand to peel potatos, Ally," he said. His voice was serious, free of the lighthearted tone it usually held. "You're a witch, no one's forcing you to be anything different."
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