Helena couldn't help the sad smile that crossed her face. Her mother, herself, her family and everything she knew and was, it was all History. All grouped together in one little section of the library, rather insignificant to those who hadn't lived it. Who would spend their days reading about the founding of Hogwarts? Who would want to read that her mother took strolls through the forest after dinner? It was trivial information in a library now and there was just something horribly sad about that. But she pushed through it, there were other things on her mind now. She could always come back later and read up on the rest of her family, see how their lives went through the remainder of their days. Read on what she was missing.
"I want to know how my mother died, and when." Running her fingers over the spines of the books, starting from the bottom up, which had become a strange habit of hers, Helena found a faded blue book (fitting) on the bottom shelf of the stack. Ravenclaw, the House, the Woman and the Students. It seemed a good a place as any to start.
Pulling it out, along with another, also saying that it had information about her mother in it, as well as information on the other founders, Helena moved back over to one of the tables. "Have you opened any of your luggage yet?" The question was asked in a meek voice, she didn't look back up at Harry when she asked it.