Helga wiped her hands on her apron after placing a loaf of rye bread on a baking stone. The evening meal was almost complete. Godric had told her that a young man from past their time wanted to talk to them. Given the recent actions in the Nexus Helga agreed. She was a little apprehensive of the meeting, but she promised herself that she would keep her mind open and listen to him.
At the sound of the knock. Helga walked over and opened the door. A young man with black hair and round metal wires on his face stood before her.
"You must be James Potter, come in and take a seat." She moved to one side to let him pass inside.