At first, the words didn't process. She just kept sitting there, faint smile on her lips, waiting for him to speak even though he already had. Waiting for him to say he'd found her mother and that everything was fine.
And then her brain felt kind of... fuzzy. The words were there, she knew he had spoken, but everything was kind of hazy and unfocused. It took her a long moment, staring at him, blinking silently, before she processed it. 'Your mother is dead.' She blinked as the words settled on her mind. 'She died about a year ago."
"No." She shook her head, fingers clenching for just a moment against Quaffle's fur. "No, you're wrong," Katie said simply. It was as if the words were an anchor, something she could git was the truth, right? "You're wrong," she repeated, voice a bit stronger now, firm in her belief. "My Mum isn't dead, T."