Quinn has a weakness - and she's not as evil as people make her out to be.
Snowfall
Her mother doesn't let her out of the house until she has her coat fully on, but Quinn is bouncing with excitement and it's hard to get her to stay still. She's not even out the door but her nose is already pink from the cold, and her mother sighs in amused exasperation. "Quinny, please put your gloves back on. It will be hard explaining to your dance teacher that you can't perform in this year's Nutcracker because you're suffering from frostbite." Quinn only half listens as her mother readjusts her cashmere beanie, and the moment she feels the fabric cover her ears, Quinn flies out the door.
Flakes tickle her cheeks and Quinn spreads out her arms, twirling her six year old self to the rhythm of the snowfall. She hears the laughter of her father and sister throwing snowballs at each other, but she's in her own world and that's enough for her. The white powder swirls, and it's like everything was made to be pure and magical.
A clump of snow suddenly attacks her back, and Quinn finally whips her head around, glancing at her snickering father and sister. Her face remains childlike, her expression beautifully innocent.
They might as well have been laughing at an angel.
But she turns around, and it's like she has forgiven them already.
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