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Hiraeth · 09-04-2016, 08:15 PM

Age 13
Anya and Mason's Apartment, Yekaterinburg, Russia

"Lumos."

The tip of the Yew lit up at Mason's whispered spell, illuminating the cramped space that she now called a room. The white light bounced against the countless boxes that lined the poorly painted walls, casting shadows that stretched towards the open window of the tiny room, as if her things were silently begging to get out, as if they wanted to go back to England. Just like she did.

"No," She muttered firmly to herself, shaking the thought from her mind. She wasn't ever going back. She refused to live under the same roof as Sebastian Stevens, refused even acknowledge the fact that he was her father. He lied to her, cheated on her mother, and destroyed their entire damn family.

Looking across the little room, her gaze drifted towards a shiny frame. Mason smiled half-heartedly at the picture that sat on her worn dresser. It was of them. Her father and mother, smiling and laughing in the moving montage. They were still so young in it, still in love, and the joy that showed on their faces was real. . .

. . . But now all of that was ruined.

09-04-2016, 08:15 PM	#5 (permalink)
Hiraeth DERP & DMT Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Dec 2015 Posts: 9,632 Ministry RPG Name: Archer Grimm Stark Transportation	Sassenach l theJoff l RoughDough l Aslan l Snidget l My Lord Kate l Dark-Side l BEETSSS l smol George Age 13 Anya and Mason's Apartment, Yekaterinburg, Russia "Lumos." The tip of the Yew lit up at Mason's whispered spell, illuminating the cramped space that she now called a room. The white light bounced against the countless boxes that lined the poorly painted walls, casting shadows that stretched towards the open window of the tiny room, as if her things were silently begging to get out, as if they wanted to go back to England. Just like she did. "No," She muttered firmly to herself, shaking the thought from her mind. She wasn't ever going back. She refused to live under the same roof as Sebastian Stevens, refused even acknowledge the fact that he was her father. He lied to her, cheated on her mother, and destroyed their entire damn family. Looking across the little room, her gaze drifted towards a shiny frame. Mason smiled half-heartedly at the picture that sat on her worn dresser. It was of them. Her father and mother, smiling and laughing in the moving montage. They were still so young in it, still in love, and the joy that showed on their faces was real. . . . . . But now all of that was ruined. __________________