Who: Helena and Anton What: Helena needs to deal with her baggage When: Friday evening Where: Infirmary
Fred hadn't really left her side in days, but for the first time today, he was gone for more then a few minutes. Apparently, even grown boys still needed food. He hadn't been gone that long, and already Helena wasn't sure what to do with herself. She'd had him there for constant company and now, there was nothing except the memories of Bellatrix in the woods, the things she had said, how quick she had come at Helena, making it impossible for her defend herself.
Oh, why couldn't Fred had starved?
When the sound of the door cracking open on the other side of the infirmary caught Helena's attention, her head whipped around. Anton. She hadn't the time recently to search him out and come to terms with her baggage. As the person she was supposed to marry in her time, and one of her closest friends, before he killed her, Helena couldn't come to terms with the fact that beyond all of that, she really didn't like her. It just became worse as you add into the mix that he had killed her and she still remembered that day, whether he did or not.