Innocence

'Percival carefully took Credence's hands in his. "My darling." He said softly. "Hatred is a foul creature born initially from fear. But like a fire, as it spreads it becomes all-consuming and destructive. In time, the hatred may be quenched but from its ashes grows intolerance, which some may say is even more dangerous. After that, certain actions that were once taken in order to protect one are taken in order destroy the other. What once was rational soon becomes irrational."'

A chance to study at Ilvermorny is the only thing on Sophia's mind. But things don't appear as innocent as they used to once dark rumours start circulating the halls.

Graves and Credence have a son and daughter. This is Sophia's story. It's about her time at Ilvermorny.

Do not worry! Graves, Credence and the whole gang are still in this. I wouldn't not write about them.