Abby started driving towards Spellbound’s grandmother's house. She planned to break in quickly, neutralize her and tie her up so she would not try to escape.  And then she would haul her away to a safe location. Having studied the schedule of his Abuela, and around this time she would be at home alone. Parking the car a few streets away before getting out. Wearing her villainous outfit. She made sure that no one was around before floating over the fence. Slowly walking over towards the porch door, stopping in front of it before raising her hand towards the door. Using her powers to unlock the door and head inside. Carefully she opened and closed the door so it wouldn’t make any noise, before she made her way inside.  She hoped that Spellbound’s grandmother was somewhere else in the house and didn’t hear her entrance. 

Abby quickly moved from the back of the house, and towards the living room where she assumed the old woman would be. Taking out her pistol from the holster. And keeping it lowered in case she would need to use it. But as she started walking towards the living room she stopped moving. Noticing the old woman was speaking to someone she knew. [color=f26522] “Damn it.” [/color] She cursed ducking into the kitchen. She could hear the thoughts of the old woman and the reporter who was Timothy Olsen from the Daily Trumpet, her co-worker. 

The villain wondered why Tim of all people was there putting a wrench in her plan. Tim meanwhile had been following Abby having figured everything about her. The project which was called “Whateley”, and her being a test subject.  Tim followed her from the hill and planned on stopping whatever she was going to do here.  Getting into the house under the guise of interviewing her about her grandson Spellbound. 

“So Mrs.Reyes please tell me a little more about your grandson? What was he like as a child?” He said while jotting down some notes. All the while Abby was in the kitchen pistol in hand waiting for the right time to strike.  She could take both of them hostage. Or kill Tim and take the old woman. Or she could wait for him to leave and then take her hostage. Either way, him being here made her plan a lot more complicated. 

Eli’s grandmother, Lourdes Reyes smiled softly at the question. “Eli was always a gentle boy. Even when other children teased him, he would rather hide than raise a hand against them. He hated to fight. When the lightning first came, he was terrified. But I told him, ‘Don’t be afraid, mijo. It’s waking up, just like I always knew it would.’ His gift is not a curse. It comes from our ancestors, from the faith that runs in our blood. He doesn’t believe it yet, but I know he was born to protect people.”
“Really? Is most of the Ryes family magic users?” Timmy said with a smile on his face. He was curious to see if this old woman could perform some form of magic. “He seemed to be quite an up-and-comer from what I have seen. You should be very proud of yourself, Ms.Reyes.” Tim was sincere in his words. From what he saw, he could tell Spellbound was a good kid. As Tim was writing down her answers, in the back of his mind, he wondered where Abby was hiding. 

“Excuse me, but may I use your washroom?” He asked, hoping he could find her or, at the very least, try to scare her off.  Tim closed his eyes, listening to all the noises around him. He could hear a large bang and what sounded like cursing. Abby had banged into a table trying to move into a better hiding spot. 

“Thank you, mijo,” she said to Tim softly. “Yes… there is some magic in the Reyes family. Not all of it looks like lightning and lights, though. Some of it… is quieter…” She paused as Tim asked to use the washroom. “Of course, mijo. Down the hall, second door on the right. If the door sticks, just wiggle it a little.”
But then she froze.“¿Qué fue eso?” she murmured under her breath. It was faint. A bang, barely audible—but not unfamiliar. Not in her kitchen. Lourdes knew her house, and more importantly, she knew that sound wasn’t natural. She slowly rose from her seat, walking to a nearby end table covered in photos and little religious candles. Nestled between them was a small clay dish filled with coarse salt and dried rose petals.

She lifted it carefully and whispered something under her breath in Spanish.A faint blue shimmer passed over the doorway to the kitchen. “Whoever is in my kitchen… should come out now, before I lose my patience.”

Tim had also heard the noise. Thinking that Abby was trying to find a better hiding spot. He didn’t want her to get hurt, so he quickly stood in front of the old woman.  “Get behind me, Miss Reyes.” He moved his hand to his side. A holster was strapped to his side, and inside the holster was a taser gun that he had purchased beforehand. He had another holster with bear mace inside, in case he needed it. Both of them were prepared for a fight, with Tim dreading that the conflict would be pretty chaotic. However, he was surprised when he noticed Abby coming out with her hands up. 

[color=f26522]“My apologies for intruding, but I had some questions for you as well.”[/color] Abby said before motioning towards a nearby chair.[color=f26522]“Do you mind if I have a seat?”[/color] She took a seat regardless of whether they allowed it or not. 

“I don’t know why you are here, but whatever it is, doing this will not help your cause.” Tim retorted, moving his hand to touch the holster of his taser gun.  “Abby, don’t do anything you will regret later. I wanna help you expose what the government did to you.” This statement from Tim made Abby give her co-worker a sneer.  Tim was suddenly pushed back into his chair, with Abby turning to face the old woman. 

[color=f26522]“I wanna ask you some questions about how your grandson does those neat magic tricks.”[/color]  She said, now pulling out her pistol from the holster.  And now it was pointing at the old woman.  But she didn’t seem to want to answer her questions. So in response, Abby made what she held fly out of her hands. As well as making her trip onto the ground. Tim gave Abby a dirty look as he went over to check on her. 

[color=f26522]“It seems we’ll have to do this the hard way. Not that I mind, of course.”[/color] Abby was smiling behind the mask and aimed her gun at the old woman before speaking again. [color=f26522]“We are gonna take a little trip. Get up!”[/color] Screaming the last part, making Tim help the old woman up. All three of them made their way out of the house and flew to her hideout.