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To say Wyatt’s been stressed is an understatement. He wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t eating properly and to top it off Magic School was losing every sense of moral it had. Right down to looting weapons that students had no idea how to use. “Mister Thatcher,” Wyatt raised his voice to get the kid’s attention, fumbling with the object. “I know you’re scared but this isn’t going to make anything better so please, go back to your room and I’ll be there in a moment.” It really wasn’t that often that he used this authoritative voice. Only when needed. Still the kid looked so defeated and Wyatt felt more drained than before.
There’s that familiar feeling that someone he loved was nearby and after watching the kid storm away, Wyatt looked at the presence. His father whom it seemed like he hadn’t seen in ages. “What are you doing here?” he wondered not in the sense of being rude... just confused. He thought by this point he’d be in the streets of San Francisco talking about how much he loved his wife like she was still here when she wasn’t. Nothing was the same after Piper and Leo’s death. Not Leo, not Melinda, not Chris and definitely not Wyatt. Wyatt was... well he dived into other things like work and being a big brother from a distance. The manor wasn’t a place he liked to visit very often. There were too many memories and too many family members. For a second he forgot he hadn’t even introduced Will to most of them yet. Someone so important but not at the fault of Will. More like his own. “I’ve got this.” Didn’t look like it but he did. He was trying to.
