l o u i s (superbad) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-06-30 14:34:00

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agatha timms-catchlove, fredrick catchlove

Fredrick!
You know! There was something to say about husbands who stayed out into all hours of the night. Agatha had plenty of things to say about those sort of husbands, on a regular basis, but she had never thought that her husband would do such a thing. She had no qualms with Fredrick going out and doing whatever he pleased, but at least have the courtesy to let her know that he wouldn't be back for dinner, that he wouldn't be there to put the kids to sleep, to---

The front door creaked open and Agatha jumped up. It may have been more dramatic to scare the daylights out of her husband when he walked past her form in the chair, but Agatha had never had such patience. She stormed to the door, flicking up the light switch. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, she had never threatened her husband with her wand, but she sure as hell wish she'd done it now.

"Get lost?" she snapped, crossing her arms and trying so very hard not to rush forward and kick Fredrick in the shins. He looked----well, he looked lost, and somewhat confused, but Agatha was not going to let his state of mind inhibit her anger. "Where were you?!"

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fredrick
2012-06-30 04:45 pm UTC (link)

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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superbad
2012-06-30 06:33 pm UTC (link)

She opened her mouth to protest, but the sight of Fredrick checking the windows and looking absolutely paranoid was startling. It took a second, but her maternal instincts kicked in if he was locking things up, that meant he thought there could be trouble, and their children were asleep down the hall and----not again. They were not going to get attacked again, not with----Agatha pulled out her wand and forced herself to perform every last warding spell she could recall.

It took a few minutes, but every window and entrance to their home was secured. Hopefully. Agatha's panic had subsided enough to finally confront Fredrick, and ask,

"What the hell is going on?" Agatha couldn't help but tap her foot nervously; what could have her husband spooked enough to lock their entire house up?

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fredrick
2012-07-03 04:18 pm UTC (link)

"You know Frank, right?" Fredrick asked, but continued before Agatha could answer. "Dudder. With the wonky eyes. And the punched-in nose. The bloke whose family tossed him for being a Squib?" He was speaking and gesturing faster than any rational being could process and respond to the words, but Fredrick wasn't entirely rational in that moment. He was scared out of his bloody mind.

"The-the," he squinted and snapped his fingers trying to think of Frank's family name. "Goyles!" he said suddenly with wide eyes before dropping his hand. "The Goyles are his parents."

Seeing the confused and mildly annoyed look on his wife's face made him sense the wrath to come and he took a breath before averting his eyes. "He invited me a meeting. Something about Squibs getting to know each other. He said there'd be food." Fredrick frowned. "You know I like food. There wasn't any food."

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superbad
2012-07-04 12:03 am UTC (link)

Her eyebrows furrowed; she knew that Fredrick had some friends who were also squibs (Agatha really hated that word, but she managed to stay quiet about that for her husband's sake), hell even her brother had managed to. She'd never seen Fredrick this frazzled or crazed; it worried her far more than she was letting on to him. Someone had to remain calm!

"Fredrick!" she snapped, her patience having grown thin. Agatha's patience was solely reserved for their children these days; no more dancing around the topic at hand, whatever it was. She crossed the room and grabbed onto Fredrick's wrists, pulling them down to try to keep him in place. He looked so panicked! Fredrick, her man that always had something sharp on the tip of his tongue, seemingly lost for words.

"What happened? What kind of meeting was this?" Had they hurt him? Had they threatened to? Why would other squibs make him feel like this?

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