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Seven Sisters, Imbolc

The shop itself has been closed for the day. Still, invitations have gone out to everyone in the supernatural community but especially to the covens of both Circle Midnight and Circle Daybreak. Imbolc is a time for new beginnings, and Abigail Widdowson intends to make it one worth remembering.

(Headers for Imbolc here.)

Là donn Brìde,

Geap Manor, all February

Abigail Widdowson is now the Maiden of Witches.

It is a role, she is well aware, many would not see go to a Circle Midnight witch, especially not a Widdowson. But just as Sylvia is supposed to represent both Circles as the Mother, so is she as the Maiden.

So, letters have been sent.

Letters of welcome to every witch she knows of and every coven she's aware of. They demand nothing; there is no expectation of tribute or the like. Though she's sure that's happened in the past. Instead, it is a letter of invitation to call upon her at Geap Manor.

To meet her.

Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd

Westminster, mid February

"I placed my order ten minutes ago!"

It's a small inconvenience, really, and Abigail knows it, but it's just one of the many, many things that have been going wrong lately. Especially since she just got blown off for a meeting because 'an urget matter' had 'come up.'

But it's to be expected. Even with her new title, of course the Night Council really doesn't want to see her. They probably know what she's planning. What little idea has seized in the back of her mind. The less attention they pay to her, the harder it'll be, they know. But, well. She knows that the only way to get attention when someone is trying to ignore you is to get louder.

Right now, though, she's trying very, very hard not to take it out on the barista.

"Okay. Again. All I want is a hot chocolate. Shot of espresso. Shot of vanilla. Whipped cream. Please."

She even hands over her card again. Because if she has to pay twice? That's just fine.

Air leac an làir.

Enfield, late February

"Who's there?"

She can't avoid going outside, even after dark. As much as Abigail would like to just shut herself up in Geap Manor forever given everything happening, it's just not plausible. But her recent status of Maiden has made her a little more paranoid when out of the house.

Before, it was just the universe out to get her.

Now? She has actual enemies. Even if she's determined not to let them make her change her life. She hasn't forgotten that vampire Sylvia set on her. Sure, it had been in a controlled environment and just meant to scare her, but... It had done its job. And she didn't know how many more there were.

She needs to get silver, no matter what Unthank thinks about that. A small witch's amulet isn't much to really protect her, and she knows it.

All she has for protection is the phone in her pocket, and there's not much 999 can do about the supernatural.

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Okay this was happening. She was gonna tell her. It was going to be okay. Abby wouldn't immediately kick her out, it was okay.

Kenzi chanted this in her head as Abigail led her upstairs and sits in the chair just to the left of her, looking at her hands as she worries her sleeves between her fingers.

"Uhm well."

Just break it to her gently. Explain it...

"...I can't do magic now."

Wow way to ease her into it, Kenzi.

"...What?"

Abigail looked up quickly, startled. Her eyes went wide, and her hand gripped around the edge of the table. She could hear her own heart racing as her mind went through all the possibilities. None of which were good.

"What happened? Who-- How--"

God. Had Daybreak resorted to that? But why against Kenzi? If they were going to block anyone's powers, why not go after her?

"I'll keep it short just to spare you the sob story."

Because Kenzi has had enough drama to last her a lifetime. And another one apparently. She'd laugh if she could stomach it through the dread.

"I got hurt. Like. Really hurt. I was gonna die but JC helped me out. Just had todieandbecomeavampire."

Kenzi sped up at the end part, really wishing she could just skirt over that instead of telling Abby the truth in a slower, more acceptable fashion.

Abigail sat very, very still and was extremely quiet.

Kenzi hurt. Hurt. And then there are two words. Die and vampire.

"You..."

Her voice wavered, and she took a deep breath. This wasn't about her. This was about Kenzi.

"Is there anything I can do?"

That shocked a little laughter out of Kenzi. Gets told she's been turned into a vampire and Abigail's first response is to ask if she can help.

She was a good coven mother. And now maiden. She'd be good for the witches. Not that Kenzi was apart of that group anymore. But she wanted to be. So badly.

"I... I just want to stay with you guys. You and Nancy are the closest people I have and I wanted you to know this doesn't change where I stand. I'm still with you. Long time."

Even if Abigail did kick her out. She'd try to support them from the shadows if she could.

"Like, forever, now." She smiled wryly.

It's stupid. It's really, really stupid. And completely selfish. Which is why Abigail tries to keep it from happening. She shuts her eyes, squeezes them shut as tight as she can, and looks at the ceiling for several seconds after she opens them. But it doesn't help. A few tears escape, though she hurries to wipe them away.

It's stupid to cry. This isn't about her.

"Of course you're staying with us," she announces, trying to laugh. Though it sounds more like a sob. "You are our sister. And you always will be. Always."

Shit she made mamma-witch cry. Kenzi tries to keep herself from joining her because when other people cried, damn it it made her want to cry like some sort of sympathy feeling circuit.

So she smiles instead and, without thinking, goes in for a hug - because she's a hugger by nature. Kenzi forces herself to hold her breath just in case she's hungrier than she thought.

"Thanks, Abby. Really."

"Sorry-- I... I really shouldn't be crying. Not like I--"

She shakes her head but hugs Kenzi hard. It isn't about her, but it matters to her. Because Kenzi is one of the only friends she really has. One of the people she's closest to. And this has happened.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh sweetie, don't be."

Kenzi can't hide how grateful she is for the acceptance - teary though it may be. Abigail isn't turning her out so she's not so sad about that. She still belongs to her girls. Shadow Coven is still her family.

"I...I'm a maroon. I'm sorry I got mixed up in some fishy crap."

"What did you get mixed up in?"

It's something she knows she needs to know. It's probably not something that might come home to roost, but if it does, she needs to know about it beforehand. Or, at least, before anything else happens.

"I don't -," she sighs, trying to put it into words but... honestly Kenzi can't even describe the series of events that have lead her to this moment in time. It all happened too fast and in too much of a whirlwind for her to register it.

"It won't come back. I promise."

And if it does, I'll take care of that.

It goes unsaid. But Kenzi will not let anything happen to her sisters. She can take care of them.

"Okay," Abby murmured quietly.

She reached out and put her hand over Kenzi's, offering a faint smile. "If there's anything you need, please let me know. Okay?"

Bríd Bríd, come in; thy bed is ready

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