Abathyn slowly clambered out of her bed, slow and lethargic with misery and solitude. She took a deep, slow breath and took a few shaking steps towards the door, grasping the bed-end in a feeble attempt to stay upright. Trying not to look into the childrens' rooms, Abby wondered how they were. She hadn't heard from their adoptive mother in ages. Sinking onto the couch, Abathyn picked up the cold, congealed soup of which she had had such trouble consuming before and began to eat.
The spoon clattered noisily at the bottom of the still half-full bowl. Abathyn knew something was wrong by the hushed, errie noises of her grandmother. She immediately knew what had happened. "Wha- who, where are you? What's wrong, what? No Melodie is fine, shes- oh gosh." Standing up hurredly, the bowl remained on the comfortable couch as Abathyn pulled a jacket over her well worn pajamas. Strolling purposefully out of the cave, she apparated into St Mungos. All too many memories lay here, but Abby refused to dig them up as she glanced about anxiously. She was shown to a room, a white room, and flinched as she saw her cousin. "Oh, Mel! No, nonono what happened to you? Your poor face.." Abathyn didn't think of the possible consequences of her abandonment of the safe cave, she simply knelt next to Izaak and cradled her cousin's frail hand. Abathyn knew that she would need to get Sia here, she needed to know what was going on.
Abathyn slowly rose, knee clicking like it always did. A rush of familiarity was just what the woman needed, and she began pacing, ignoring the weeping of her cousin. It was all too much, she hated that Melodie had turned this way. "Melodie, Mel, shh. You're safe, nothing can hurt you." All that mattered was that her younger cousin was now safe, and Abathyn was prepared to fight to the death to keep her alive.
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