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Dearest Sabrina,
I hate to bring you this news in such an informal way, and I'm sure you have already guessed the contents of this letter. Your mother passed away early this morning and the child, well the child would have been a girl, Anne. The funeral will be held Sunday, you are welcome to come home today or Saturday. I love you darling, know that I will always be here for you.
Your loving Father,
Alastor Holloway
Sabrina read the several times. Her dorm room seemed deathly still. She looked around; no one. Reading the letter yet again she felt cold. She would put the letter away, it wasn't real. Tucking it in the bottom of her trunk beneath spare parchment she backed away from it as if it were poisonous.
There. It wasn't real.
Sabrina left her dorm and began wandering the halls looking for something to occupy her mind.