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 Age 13
Stevens Manor, Bath Mason buried her face into her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs, as if her little ball could keep the sobs out.
She could still hear them, all the way upstairs, that was how strong the grief of her mother was. Never-child, that was how Mason thought of her little brother, or what would have been her little brother. . . He had been born dead, that’s what the Healers had said. And her Mama mourned, screaming and crying, cursing Merlin for taking the little thing so soon.
A stray tear leaked from the corner of Mason’s eye, rolling down her cheek, only to be followed by a torrent of more. Why was she crying? She had been the least enthusiastic about the child, after all. But now. . . now she- she was sad. Sadder than she thought she’d be. The tears only rolled faster at the sound of her mother’s wails. "Quietus, Quietus, Quietus!" She mumbled over and over as she flattened her hands against her ears, trying in vain to block out the sorrow. But she couldn’t, cause she had neither wand nor non-verbal-magic. And all she could do was listen to her mother’s cries and mourn with her, the little bear she had gotten for the child pressed against her chest.
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