Helga Hufflepuff- A New Friend

Chapter 4

"So... you're a witch? And you somehow got teleported from Scotland to Wales?" asked Helga incredulously.

"Wales? We're in Wales? Are you joking?" asked the girl called Rowena.

"Yes." 

Helga didn't know what to think. Her thoughts were spinning. Rowena had just told her everything that had happened to her, including those dreams... Weird. Was this girl crazy? She certainly was beautiful... yet intimidating. So far she was nice and gentle but... Helga couldn't erase the picture of the steadiness of the bow and arrow in her hands.

"Are sure it was me?" she asked for the millionth time "In you're dream I mean."

"Yes! And you were holding a wand too! You're a witch, like me! Can't you tell? Aren't strange things happening when you are around? Hasn't anyone in your family been burned?"

This statement pierced through Helga like a knife and it seemed to revive her senses and brain. Of course! Her dad had been a wizard! And... maybe her mother was a witch! She escaped from the village to save herself and Helga.

It all fit in.

"I understand now. I understand everything." she announced, and she explained to Rowena about her father, her mother, how they had escaped and her appearing

"So. There are only two of us left... two boys." Rowena said smiling.

"Yeah! I've never really met a boy before. Been five years since... well..." Helga sentence trailed off.

"I know what you feel. My mother was burned. I was six when it happened too. So, you're 11 year's old?" 

"Yep. And you are too right?"

"Yeah. Shall we go back to your mother? She might want to eat. I wonder if she's a witch too." Rowena said wonderingly.

Helga smiled. First time she had had a friend before. This girl might be intimidating at first, but she was nice. And smart! She always referred to books she read. The only books Helga found passionating were the ones with romance not the one with all the information who were so hard to decipher. And yet the girl- Rowena- loves the adventure books too. What a smart and bookish girl she thought. 

She couldn't stop smiling until she saw her mother. Her mother who was white as marble. And dead.