- Messages
- 252
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
- Age
- 1/2011
Celestyn’s life had taken many twists and turns. After a brief stint in New Zealand, he had quickly grown bored and tired of the country as beautiful as it was, and in a mostly snap decision he had decided to uproot his life and move to New York City in America. He had made the move very officially via mostly muggle channels, but the job had been with a New York based, magical sports magazine. It wasn’t always the highest brow writing but it paid much better than his daily prophet job in New Zealand, he covered way more than just quidditch and truly life in New York suited him. Perhaps the biggest change was the fact he now had a son, and his son was just almost at the age to go to school. Magical school. Celestyn, who had never attended a magical school, knew it was important to know where he was sending him, but from what he could tell, apart form a slightly questionable history the school in America was perfectly suited to his son. Charlie was a good kid, it was just the two of them, and Celestyn tried his best to do everything right by him. He made sure he never had to look after him, as Celestyn had done with his own father, he made sure that he was integrated into the society here while still learning Finnish and about finnish culture. Celestyn didn’t want to lose his roots and he didn’t want Charlie to not know a little about where his family was from. Well...Celestyn’s side.
Who Charlie’s mother was not someone Celestyn knew well or at all. In fact after the night they’d spent together Celestyn hadn’t seen her since, but she’d given Charlie up and they’d first come to Celestyn if he wanted custody and of course he’d said yes. He loved his son dearly, even if he knew he wasn’t always open about it. Charlie was too young to understand why that was but he knew that it was the one area he wasn’t great at. He should express his emotions more but he found it endlessly hard. Celestyn’s hours were fitted around his son’s muggle school hours, but as he knew that Charlie would be off on his own at school soon, he had started giving him a little responsibility, namely, he was now allowed to walk home from school alone. Their home was the top floor of an old american flat block. It was within a largely magical community, so they didn’t have to do much to hide the magic within it, and the Helkovaara home was filled with magical knick knacks, books, brooms and the odd crystal ball. It was protected by magic and only those who knew the address could access it. It was a light and airy place, large bay windows, a spacious living area, even if the kitchen was therefore a lot smaller. There wasn’t too much of a view but he almost liked that contrast from both New Zealand and Helsinki. There were pictures dotted throughout, of Charlie growing up, of Celestny with friends, of New Zealand, of Helsinki, there weren’t any pictures of Celestyn and his parents.
Celestyn hadn’t been home long, he’d opened a few of the windows to air out the place, but he’d soon close them to keep the place from becoming too cold, not that Celestyn would mind. He was getting some coffee brewing and making dinner, something easily bridging the american culture that Charlie knew and the old Finnish meal he knew, Makaronilaatikko, baked macaroni with mince meat. Celestyn turned the muggle radio on as he cooked, vaguely hearing the sound of the key in the door.