sofia markus. d12. cb!

It wasn't a bad life.

No, for District Twelve she lived quite well. She had food, a house with no holes in its roof, and more clothes in her closet than the entirety of the Seam. In fact, her father owned the most popular (and possibly only) tailor shop in the whole District. When you lived in a place like Twelve clothes weren't replaced, they were repaired, and Sofia's father was damn good at it. He was also good at making clothes from scratch, but that was reserved for his daughters only. It's not like anyone could afford it anyway.

So, from the outside looking in, she had it pretty good.

And Sofia would have agreed.

Until she didn't.

One day, Father found out about Mama's deep, dark secret. He found her spell book, and something in him snapped. Without a word, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the house without even a glance back. He moved them back into his childhood home, and just days after the people he hired to bring their stuff to their new house the old one mysteriously burned down.

With Mama in it.

But he should have asked. He should have looked harder.

Because he would've realized Mama trained her too.