Mason tried to see his mother as often as he could. With it just being the two of them, he made the effort as best he could. It was hard however, even though they lived so close, he was hardly always available. Visits to town made it a bit easier than escaping the grounds by asking the Headmaster to let him out, however he always felt guilty when she had to reach out to remind him to visit. Today was odd, usually he went home to see her, but he supposed the tea room was easier and closer. He could have students to keep an eye on at the same time and not shirk his chaperoning duties.

As he entered the unfamiliar shop, Mason was overwhelmed by how out of place he felt, but didn't even have time to try and look for his mother on his own as she was calling his name. It was a shock to say the least. Had he been allowed to look on his own he wasn't so sure he would have recognized her. Mason nearly balked when she grabbed him, but no it was most certainly her, or a shadow of her, he supposed. "Mother," He started, taking the seat beside her at the table. "I've been well." He didn't want to up and ask, but he was dying to know what was wrong. Mason has not always the most observant person, but this was hard to miss.

"And you? Are you well?" Merlin he hoped she was honest with him. He was on edge now and trying not to show it.