It had just been a toy. She'd just wanted to look at it. Then she would give it back and Ma would never know and everything would go on as normal.
Now Ma was dead, and Chastity too, flung against the wall with bone-shattering force, limbs askew on the ground. The building was destroyed, the roof falling in, the walls crumbling. Modesty alone had survived, and Credence-
Modesty ran through the night, feet pounding against the pavement, running down streets and alleys with no other thought than to get away, to find the only place she'd ever been safe.
Credence was evil magic, just like Ma had always said. The terrifying dark cloud of destruction had come from him.
It had just been a toy.
She'd seen one of the children who came to get food playing with it, a girl around Modesty's age. Ma made sure to check all the children who came for witch's marks or other signs of witchcraft, so the girl hadn't been playing with it in the hall; she'd been outside in a nearby alley.
Modesty both liked and disliked when the other children came. She liked it, because it was the only time she got to see other children her own age. And she didn't like it, because as Ma's ward, she was different from them, more fortunate than they were, having to rely on others for food. She wasn't one of them. They envied her.
So Modesty rarely, if ever, got to speak with them. But she'd stood and watched this girl play with the wand. She'd been muttering nonsense words and waving the stick around.
And nothing happened.
It didn't look evil or wicked. It just looked like a toy. Like Modesty's dolls.
So she'd asked if she could borrow it, and the girl had agreed, but only if she gave it back the next day. So Modesty took the wand and brought it home and, once in her bedroom, waved it around and made up her own nonsense words. It hadn't felt wicked. It just looked like a stick.
She'd hidden it under her bed, to discreetly return it to the girl she'd borrowed it from the next day. But then Credence had found it.
She'd been terrified he would tell Ma. She'd begged him to put it back, saying that it was just a toy. If it was just a toy she wouldn't be punished too much for it, would she?
Credence always looked out for Modesty, and listened to her. The two of them were much closer than they were to Chastity. But that meant nothing when it came to Ma. They were always supposed to listen to her first.
Then Ma had seen, and Credence had lied to her. They were forbidden to lie, but he'd said the wand was his, to protect Modesty, even though it wasn't. Ma had taken his belt. Then Modesty had said that it was really hers, because she didn't want Credence to get punished, even though she really didn't want to be punished instead. Credence always got beaten. He shouldn't have to be beaten for something he hadn't done.
Then everything had exploded.
Ma was dead. Chastity was dead. Their home was in ruins. Credence was dark evil magic. And it was all Modesty's fault.
If she hadn't brought home the wand in the first place, none of this would have happened.
Modesty sobbed as she ran, more terrified than she'd ever been. She had to get as far away as possible, before the dark Credence magic found her.
It had just been a toy.