[h2][colour=B0C4DE]Abby Davis[/colour][/h2][hr][sub]South Rawyn; The Community Center. 11:10PM[/sub]

Rawyn wasn't a tiny town. But it was small enough that Abby had expected to recognize more than one face in a meeting about her own sister. But none were familiar as they came trickling in one after another. Some didn't even sound Welsh, and none gave any indication they knew what the hell was going on. All were too calm. Her eyes followed the man who immediately made way to the ridiculous table or refreshments she hadn't noticed at first. So casual.  Like it was a book club meeting for tea rather than a group of strangers discussing a now cold case near midnight.

Her attention snapped back to Lucy the moment the girl opened her mouth. In turn, Lucy made pointed efforts to avoid the stare. It wasn't surprising really, Abby had been cold to her before, and wasn't exactly warming what with all the secrecy. But understanding didn't blunt the frustration she felt the the second time Lucy's eyes skipped over her while scanning the rest of the group. She had the most right to be there after all. In fact, if Lucy actually knew anything at all she should have come to Abby first, if not the police. Lucy knowing anything however, seemed less likely with every word she spoke. Slowly, with pauses that dragged endlessly for Abby. Still, she didn't interrupt. She wasn't about to lose it in a room full of strangers. Instead she chewed the inside of her cheek, dug her nails into her forearms and listened.

[colour=B0C4DE]"Is this a fucking joke?"[/colour] She'd been quiet when Lucy had finished- because she couldn't have finished. There had to be more to it. Finding Olivia had to depend on something a bit more substantial than 'spells' and the intent of strangers. But Lucy was content to remain silent, and others were too eager in agreeing to her 'plan'. If it could even be called that. A candle, a pouch, and an ominous note. Might as well have brought out a damned Ouija board.