Midons

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[attr="class","title2"] MIDONS

[attr="class","subtitle2"]The joy of her can make the sick man well again,
her wrath can make a well man die

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It was a hot summer day, and Helena was tired of her studies for the day. 

Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of Rowena, tired of her studies. It was near unheard of, really, Helena had always had a voracious appetite for learning, enough so that Salazar had said that her mother Rowena must have swallowed scrolls and codexes, feeding them into her daughter with mother's milk. Still, she hadn't seen her fifteenth winter yet, she was young still. Time away from her studies was important enough so that she might remember the information she'd learned.

Her mother Rowena was off somewhere in the castle, doing something she'd surely consider more important than the only child she'd birthed. Her mother Helga was also off, though she was in the Kitchens, seeing to it that those who were staying had something to eat, which was important as it was only when meals were brought out that half the school suddenly remembered they needed to eat to live. Her father Godric was in the Forest, and while Helena knew that he wanted to have her continue archery, she wasn't quite in the mood for it, after all.

Salazar had just left, after all. He was her family too, one of the Founding Four, and he was supposed to be there. True, it had been the year before, and Helena ought to be used to it by now, but how might one ever be used to a parent leaving? And surely he wasn't dead, though her mothers had been suspicious Godric might have slain him at first. Salazar had left so quickly and quietly, while the feud between them had ranged large, and all knew the two were passionate, especially when it came to the other.

It had been long enough that they had new students who hadn't known of the last of Helena's parents, didn't know Hogwarts as it was and ought to have been. Oh, she loved her three remaining parents, and she held no grudge against them for not being able to bend, for not forcing Salazar to see his poor logic or making him stay, but Hogwarts wasn't the same, nor would it ever be. 

The lake was still chilly, thankfully. Helena had a yearn to dive in, but she knew well enough that it wasn't quite safe to swim alone. Besides, her mother Helga would nag at her for not drying off, as there was some some bite in the air. Settle she must for sitting on a ledge, as her wet skirts wouldn't cause as much as an issue. Her ears caught the sound of footsteps and a grin came to her face. 

When Salazar had left, there were those of his chosen students who had gone after him. To join him, more loyal to him than they were to Hogwarts and the others. Helena had stayed, if only because she was so young and she had three more parents besides. Had it been Rowena who left, she would have been obliged to be with her. Had Helga left now, what would she have done? She didn't know, but Helena was grateful that not all of Salazar's chosen had gone. The remains of those he'd picked helped keep his legacy alive in Hogwarts, after all. 

"Is there any word from my mother?" she teased. While she might often feel as if Rowena didn't pay her nearly enough attention, Rowena was always summoning her if she'd heard Helena had broken some of the rules she'd put in place, or heard of something Helena did that was distasteful. "If so, delay it for some time, won't you? It can easily be claimed I distracted you."

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