[HP] The Tweed River flows

I sat in front of the window looking out at the dark sky sullenly.It's been raining for the last week, and if it doesn't rain, I can go out and play with him.

Since the misunderstanding happened on my birthday, maybe in order to express their apology, maybe they just didn’t want to see me more, in short, they relaxed their control over me to a large extent, allowing me to come and go freely during the day, outdoors stay.

Every time I think about this, I can't help but want to laugh.They just knew I went outside, but they never knew what I did.Running wild with a boy in a Muggle town, spending an afternoon in the woods laughing at some old joke, climbing trees and picking wild berries to quench your thirst, crawling into bushes to pick birds that fell feathers... sounds like I've done all sorts of incredible things.I'm doing things under their noses that they would never allow and they don't know about it, I can't imagine what my uncles and grandpas would have looked like if they found out, whether it was shock or anger It all struck me as hilarious, like some kind of revenge or rebellion.

Just as I was staring out of the window, a strange black figure suddenly appeared in the dense rain curtain.I straightened up in surprise and looked out the window. The figure in the distance was indeed moving towards the Ravenclaw mansion.How could mother come back so early?I didn't have time to think about it, I happily opened the door of the room and ran down the stairs, and then I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Grandma opened the door, and the smell of rain and damp came in. Besides the mother, there was a tall middle-aged man who walked in.I subconsciously hid at the corner of the stairs.

"Rowena, who is this?" Grandma looked at the stranger in front of her and asked in surprise, with one hand still on the doorknob.

"A colleague at school," the mother's voice showed exhaustion, "I'm not feeling well, so he insisted on sending me back."

The grandmother looked nervous and surprised, and enthusiastically moved out of the way, "Thank you very much, please come in and have a cup of hot tea, it is raining heavily outside."

"Thank you for the invitation, but the school still has some affairs to deal with. It's a pity that I can't enjoy the hospitality from my family," the stranger politely declined.His voice was deep and powerful, and there was a sense of majesty in even this courteous politeness.

"Thank you very much for sending Rowena back. She has been in poor health," the grandmother said, pulling on her apron uneasily, obviously thinking that it was very impolite to meet a stranger like this.

"My honor," the stranger bowed gracefully, "then I'll take my leave first." He turned around and opened the black umbrella, walked into the rain, and disappeared after leaving the range of the anti-apparition spell.

"Rowena, who is he?" The grandmother looked at her daughter with a smile and closed the door.

"Salazar—Salazar Slytherin."

"He's a Slytherin?" said the grandmother in surprise. "He doesn't look like..."

"Cruel?" said the mother with a smile, sucking the water off her clothes with her wand. "He may have had a bad reputation, but that's in the past. We teach at Hogwarts together now. He is A very good potions teacher. Very good."

"Is he on good terms with you? Why have you never heard of it?"

"It's just a colleague from the school, nothing special."

"Then he—"

"—He is married. The young lady of the Ganz family." The mother said with her back to the grandmother, revealing the meaning of stopping here.

The grandmother sighed in disappointment, and was about to say something but was interrupted.

"Rowena, don't get too close to that Slytherin," the grandfather came out of the study with an unhappy expression, as if he had heard the conversation just now.I shrank back involuntarily.

"That's my business, Father," said Mother briefly, her voice suddenly cold. "I'm not feeling well and I don't want to eat dinner." Then she turned and walked toward the stairs.

The grandfather didn't say anything, watched his daughter's back disappear on the second floor, picked up a book on the table in the living room, and returned to the study.

I hid in the shadows and watched my mother go up the stairs and disappear behind the door.Originally, I just wanted to see her a few more times, but for some reason, her lonely back made me a little sad.Mother was so good and always took care of everything quickly so she was always on her own - even when she needed help.I wish I had someone who would stand by her in her time of need, but sadly, that person doesn't exist.And all I can do is to hide away and not get in the way, let alone make her feel more sad because she saw me.Just as I was hiding in a corner and thinking wildly, the door opened.I wanted to hide but it was too late.

"Helena, what are you doing hiding there?" My mother asked me leaning against the door.

I hesitated and didn't know what to say, and probably no one wanted to be disturbed during the break. "I just wanted to see you," I had no choice but to answer truthfully.

"Then why didn't you come in? I saw you at the door just now, and I didn't expect you to be here for so long," the mother chuckled, her face still a little pale.I was flattered and quickly slipped into her room.

Mother's room is large and elegantly furnished.If you are a Ravenclaw house, you will find that the common room of the house is actually decorated in the style of the mother's room.The high dome is painted with a beautiful starry sky, which echoes the dark blue carpet.Silky curtains hung from either side of the pure white mullions, tied in an elegant arc with bronze ribbons.Tall shelves were filled with exquisite magic vessels and ancient spellbooks.The read and unopened letters were neatly arranged in two stacks on the table, and there was a fresh yellow rose in the vase beside it.

My mother sat down in the easy chair in front of the fireplace and opened a book, while I sat on the footstool closest to her and looked up at her quietly.

"I think you should rest," I ventured after a while.

Mother looked up. "Aren't I just resting?"

"No, you should lie down, go to bed earlier, or...or...do something else," I said, biting my lip, "at least stop reading."

"Perhaps you're right," she said, with a little warmth in her eyes, "or we could have a chat, which we seldom have, Helena."

I nodded emphatically.

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

An answer popped into my head, and I was hesitant to ask this kind of question at this time, but I didn't want to know more than this. "Can I talk about my father?" I said tentatively, but I still saw her face turn pale, "I mean those happy things, there will always be some happy memories! If it doesn't work, forget it..." I said eagerly, secretly regretting that I wasted such a good opportunity to be alone with my mother, thinking that she would reject me like before.

But she didn't.

"Of course there will be, you should know something," she said with a soft sigh, leaning back on the back of the chair, pulling up the blanket covering her knees a little, "your grandfather probably doesn't want me to Tell you about it, but he doesn't know much."

"What kind of person is he?" I asked anxiously.

"Him?" She turned her head and looked out the window, falling into her own memories, as if in a dream, "Maybe others think he is a bit serious, but in fact he is very gentle and personable. His smile may be It's a little rare, but if he smiles, it's very reassuring. He's outstanding and talented..." The mother whispered about the trivial past about her father, with a misty gleam in her eyes, as if she had returned to the radiant appearance of her youth— I'm almost sure: she had a very happy life.

I listened to her narration, only feel calm and satisfied.I hope that the rain outside the window can continue to fall, I hope that tonight will never end, I hope that my mother can tell more details about my father.An untimely knock on the door interrupted this perfect moment.

"Come in," said the mother, raising her voice.

The door opened, and my grandfather came in with a tray.I stood up in a panic.

"Helena?" said the grandfather, frowning. "You shouldn't disturb your mother's rest."

"Yes," I whispered, and quickly exited the room.Glancing back before leaving, my grandfather was sitting on the chair opposite to my mother, and my mother had an unhappy look on her face.