Argus stood as his daughter began to rise. Finally, he thought, she was going to admit she needed to be better than she was and for the faintest flash if a millisecond, Argus felt what he vaguely remembered to be pride. Annabelle Scrimgeour was finally going to act as his daughter and he would finally be able to begin shaping her into the woman she could be.

At least, that was what he thought.

In reality, Bella had elected to pursue one of the biggest acts of defiance Argus had ever seen and as she looked at him with eyes he could swear were his own, Argus defensively swished his wand in an upward arc; casting the shield charm and causing the stunning spell to dissipate into nothing.

Before he could react, she was gone. And he was left there in his sister-in-laws house to contemplate his one, singular emotion: anger.

This was the last straw. He could have followed her apparation but instead, he let out a loud yell and put his wand away.

He stormed to where Laverna was and spoke briskly, "The moment that deplorable excuse for a witch steps one foot back into your house, you will notify me or I will not be held accountable for my actions. I have some things to take care of."

Before allowing her time to respond, Argus apparated back to his house and pulled his wand from his robe. He walked to the kitchen where it sounded like Media was and slammed the door shut.

Argus would deal with Bella in due course though for now, the woman who birthed her was going to pay for bringing that thing into the world.