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[attr="class","title-hels"]And the seasons, they go round and round

[attr="class","subtitle-hels"]And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time

[attr="class","wordz-hels"] "Ollie! Ollie, hey!"

Helenus gotten the idea last night, and he was admittedly nervous. She could always say no, or look at him like he was something on the tip of her shoe, or just deny him. But that was the worst, wasn't it? He'd already spoken to Maggie about his idea, and she'd helped him try it out. Practice words, phrase things, because he'd been concerned he was somehow insulting her. Truthfully, if he was asking Maggie, he'd've done to same with Ollie, he thought.

After all, you never wanted to imply that some things weren't going right, or you could do things better, so he was trying to be careful with words to not accidentally do so.

"I was wondering, are you doing anything for Easter with your father? Because there's definitely enough room at my home, and you and your pa could spend it with us."

Admittedly, he hadn't written his parents yet, so he wasn't sure if they were really doing anything with anyone's side of the family. His mother might want to be with her cousins or for them all to be with her cousins, and he knew that Uncle Sullivan and Melkorka and Aunt Brigid would be with them for at least part of it before they went to Aunt Brigid's family. But he had a rather large family, and two or four or six extra people wouldn't be noticed, he was sure. Absolutely sure, unless they were with the Shacklebolt side, and even then he would know by now, wouldn't he?

"And anyone else you might want to come." The last part slipped out, and he internally swore. He should remember by now about her grandparents, but he was drawing a blank. "I mean, unless you've already got plans? It's perfectly fine if you do, and we could still. . .write or something. Or I could look in our library, see if we've got anything on Transfiguration and still send it to you."

There, that was it. Everything was out, plain and simple. He'd had friends over for Easter before, and this would be no different, and she'd probably get along with Mel because they'd both lost a sibling. That was a stupid way to put it, but loss had a sort of familiarity to it that could be recognized. Ollie should be not isolating, that was important. It was his job as a friend to see that that wouldn't happen.

[attr="class","tags-hels"]☆ Ollivander Galinski , (error) 404 ☆

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The sixth year student stepped into the sundial garden with her head tucked down, the cold air nipping at her fingertips as Elma clipped at her wool jacket. She shrugged her shoulder in slight annoyance at the owl and was inevitably met with Elma's fiery chatter of disapproval. "O! bądź cicho!*", she snapped, however, that didn't stop the owl from giving her a piece of her mind. If she could understand, Ollivander was sure that Elma would insist that she not lose her temper despite the current circumstances. She pulled at her coat tighter as a wind pushed past the tree tops, the Wooden Bridge creaking behind her. How absolutely absurd it was of her to be speaking with her owl and even more absurd to agree with it. Ollie let a self-defeated sigh push past her lips before turning her almond gaze to Elma "Przykro mi*,” She offered. Elma’s yellow eyes met hers as she clicked at her in response. “Jestem*,” a new sincerity entering her voice in hopes the owl would take her apology. She knew she had a temperament about her and that Elma didn’t deserve the tail end of it. Elma screeched and quickly tugged at Ollivander’s hair. “Ojej! Ojej! Poza!*” Ollivander waved her arm at the owl in disapproval. She was sure she deserved it but she detested when the owl tugged at her hair. She rolled her eyes, the owl would get over it eventually just as she presumed that she would “get over” the details contained in the letter she had just received from her Papa.

An uneasiness had taken root within Ollivander’s heart when she had sent Elma off into the night with a letter address to her Papa and did not hear back for more than a few days. It wasn't unusual for the owl to hang around her papa after delivering a letter. The small barn owl had a strong liking towards her and her family and liked to rest for a few days. Sometimes even returning with a reply. The owl was quite persistent in that sense. She more than anyone reminded the Galinski's to write to each other. This involved a lot of chatter, screeching, wing flapping, and even the occasional nip. Elma always grew very agitated and impatient when she would forget to write to Lena and Papa. Though she could come and go as she pleased, Ollivander assumed the owl specifically enjoyed stretching her wings when there was a parasol clutched in her talons.

Still, Elma had not returned for nearly nine long days before flying into the Great Hall this morning with a reply from her papa. The owl had landed on the table, nearly knocking over her tea, too much of Ollivander’s annoyance. Even before she flicked the letter open the dark seed inside of her began to grow. Why hadn't Elma returned sooner? Why hadn't Papa sent his own Owl? 

The letter was now in her jacket, pressed closely to her chest for safe keeping. In it, her Papa informed her that a cold stranger had entered the small town. He walked around with a dark icy finger. He would graze one shoulder here... another there. She could tell that it pained her Papa to write to her in this way, he was not one to worry or be a bearer of bad news. But the stranger was a bad sickness and a few of the townspeople had been touched, including her Papa. This stranger was no kind stranger. A kind stranger would not have entered the town with such incentives. A kind stranger would not go around giving people sickness. A Kind stranger would not have touched her Papa with such illness. 

She remembered the letter feeling suddenly heavy in her thin hands as it trembled in between her thumbs. The words were cruel and left her achingly hollow. Whatever had previously resided in her chest had ceased its existence. If you had knocked on her chest it would have been as hollow as a stump, collected with cobwebs and dust in the corners.

She had been alone, then, thankfully. Though at the beginning of her meal she had been dining with Violet Gertrude Stroud . Violet was a year older than her and was a fairly kind girl, though she couldn’t help but notice the awkward air that surrounded her. Ollie didn’t mind, it was just something she had taken notice of. Violet was kind and had good intentions and that’s all that mattered to Ollie with her acquaintanceships. Violet had just been released and notified that she had caught the other terrible sickness going around. Epidemic X. And all of her magic ceased. The 6th year student couldn’t swallow what she had learned let alone all the others that had lost their magic. If she lost her magic she would…

Besides the point! It was then that Ollie decided that she would (hold your breath) befriend the girl. She seemed like she could use one even though Ollie had strict Keep Everyone At An Arms Length rule. However, in this specific case, it wasn’t about her, it was about Violet. And she needed a friend.

However, if she did have it her way, and Violet saw to it that she didn’t, she would have continued to lock herself up in the library and pour herself over book after book after book after book. The Hufflepuff student more than once commented on Ollivander’s habits (sheepishly I must add) and it was already enough to get an ear about it from Helenus Caolán Fawley . Ineffectively. Ollivander had grown irritated with both of them. She appreciated their concern, but she was not going to let her ”well being” hold her back from her studies. She needed to do excellent on all of her exams. She had too. 

Despite Violet’s kind nature, she was thankful that the girl had left breakfast sooner than usual, what the girl was in a rush about she was unsure. Whatever it was it was good the girl left, she didn’t think she would have been able to handle the news of her Papa falling ill if there was someone there pressing about it.

Ollivander had quickly left the Great Hall in search of some fresh air, Elma insisting on tagging along. The pair of them walked aimlessly around the castle as she tried to grapple with the news. She understood that life was just a swarm of accidents and misfortunes all caught up in the treetops, waiting for their next victim to pass by to plummet upon them. She felt childish, it wasn’t fair. The young girl knew life lived all up inside of her and she could only breath so much of it. But Lena hadn’t breathed enough Time. Papa’s lungs had not filled with enough Time. Helenus’ cousin had not even seen enough magic nor Time, Even Mama, wherever she may be, did not see enough Time seize within her. Nobody had and life was playing cruel tricks with the lot of them. 

The soonest she could leave was with the upcoming holiday but was that soon enough? Should she leave now? If she left she would miss part of her studies which…. she couldn’t think about. Guilt and fear riddled her as thoughts buzzed through her head. Elma was still clicking in her ear when someone called out to her. Her body was slow to react and the boy was standing in front of her by the time she turned around. Helenus never failed to surprise her. It wasn’t that he was spontaneous or loud about any part of himself, but there was just a certain calmness and sincerity that Ollivander always forgot about until she was facing the boy.

Her mind began to buzz as he set up his proposal with carefully chosen words. “Helenus-” she spoke too softly, his name getting lost as he launched into the second part of his proposal. She held his eyes in hers until he had finished speaking before nodding and letting her gaze fall. An air of silence followed.

“That sounds wonderful” her voice was soft. Her eyes darted as they searched his sweater, his shoes, the ground, for the right words, the right decision, anything. But there was nothing.

It did sound magnificent. She could only imagine the beauty of his home but most importantly… the magic. Ollivander had grown up in a magical household but it all came to cease when her mother suddenly disappeared and any inkling of wonder with her. It pained her to return to the worn cottage on her holidays, it always infected her with guilt. She loved her papa, but the house brought back so many unpleasant memories that she was growing tired of facing. Not only that but she would imagine that they would all have a wonderful time together. She enjoyed Helenus’ company and if his family was anything like him she would enjoy them as well.

But those were selfish thoughts that she couldn’t allow any attention. She must go home. She must go to her Papa. She must take care of him.

She met his gaze again, “I would love to come… but I must go home, I’m sorry,” she apologized, reaching out her hand to gently touch his forearm as a display of sincerity. The motion had surprised her and she quickly pushed her hand back into her coat. Her cheeks burned with embaressment but she pressed on. "I'd like to write to you during the Holiday, that would be nice," her voice picking up a little more spirit. Though she didn't like to write to people, if there was anyone besides her father it was him. She offered him a small smile, the best she could do, and hoped he wouldn't take it too personally. 


_{"Oh! Quiet You!"
"I'm sorry."
"I am."
"Ouch! Ouch Off!"}

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