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XLVIII. History of Magic (11)
Frida was jumping in some rain puddles in front of her mother's garden, she stopped enough to spot Clara pruning some plants with her wand.
"Mum?" She hopped over to where her mother was, splashing everything within a seven foot radius. "When did magic start?" Frida was a rather curious girl, even for a four year old.
"When did it start?" Her mother, a pleasant-looking blonde woman repeated.
"Well...erm...". It sounded like she didn't exactly know. "Why don't I just find my old History of Magic book? I'll read some to you later."
"'Kay." She hopped off again.
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