 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Hogwarts?
Immediately Helena tried to wrack her memory. She knew all about the school, of course, but as far as her own memory went, it was still hazy. But if the woman before her said that they were friends, then it was true. Violet would not lie to her, she had come to learn over recent weeks. “No,’’ Helena replied sadly but honestly. She sat on the bed, still looking at the woman. “I don’t remember your name either., I'm sorry.” But that was okay because why? Because she felt a sort of comfort upon seeing her. Helena smiled suddenly, softly and warmly. “Sit and tell me more about our Hogwarts days.” An indication to one of the chairs next to her bed was made.
Next, her attention turned to Violet. “Come on over here, darling. I have a feeling we’re both in for a treat with renditions of some of my school life shenanigans.” |