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For the past 16 years, 4 months, and 14 days (Pogo had kept count) Katherine Hargreeves hadn't aged.

All of her siblings grew before her eyes and she just...didn't. After Five left, it was like the universe (or whoever else was up there) just said 'Nope, no more.' And there she stayed. Her conscious was 30–something years old yet she remained in the body of a 15 year old.

The nights she dreamed (which was somewhat rare) she saw herself in the body of a 30 year old woman. So during the day when she went to work that's how she chose to present herself, but when the day was over and she returned home she morphed back into that 15 year old body.

  Her siblings had long since left the nest which was probably a smart thing, yet for reasons unknown she stayed. Katherine just couldn't leave Pogo or Mother though it wasn't for lack of trying.

  The day she turned 18 she tried to go back to her birth place of Mexico City and live a somewhat normal life. She lasted two months before she hopped back on a plane and went straight to the mansion.

  Her father didn't particularly mind his child with arguably the coolest power staying there. She kept Mother and Pogo company and helped around the house.

  Pogo and her had their weekly games of chess, croquet, and monopoly (which almost always ended with Katherine winning at the last minute), and Mother enjoyed baking and cooking with Katherine. Her father tended to ignore her very existence which she never really minded.

Other than Klaus and Vanya, her other siblings didn't keep in touch with her. Though with Klaus they had off periods seeing as how he was in and out of rehab every month. Vanya never went the mansion so Katherine took it upon herself to meet up with her every week.

The two sisters played music together, Vanya on the violin, Katherine accompanying her on the piano. It was a simple – save the powers and less than normal childhood. And that's how she liked it.

And then her father died.

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