- Messages
- 40
Summer in December was an oddity to Helena, for in Bristol Christmases were white. But it was not the snow she missed right now. It was her father, and his dry humor and good company. He hadn't replied to her letters, but that was no surprise to her. He was probably in some remote forest or jungle somewhere carrying out his research, and Helena longed to be with him, lost in the wilderness with only their senses to guide them. Helena's mother had been quite decisive about Helena returning home for the holidays, but there was no chance in hell that she was going to spend Christmas with her monstrous step-father. No, not this year. So Helena purposely missed the Hogwarts train, and had been postponing answering her mother's furious letters. Why bother?
The Cliffs overlooked a beautiful view of Hogwarts New Zealand, especially at dawn when the morning dew made everything shine in the light. But this morning, Helena was in no mood to admire the scenery. She was lost in thought.
The Cliffs overlooked a beautiful view of Hogwarts New Zealand, especially at dawn when the morning dew made everything shine in the light. But this morning, Helena was in no mood to admire the scenery. She was lost in thought.