Helga Hufflepuff Narnia Novels & Stories

“It’s the dinner shift, from six to midnight.” “Good. I’ll take everything to the kitchens tomorrow, with detailed instructions for every remedy.” “You better come about this time, after we serve dinner upstairs.” “Of course. We can’t make them wait.” “Thank you, Joy.” Helga’s smile was open and honest. “I knew the rumors couldn’t be true.” “What did Selene and Aurora say about me?” “Oh, you know. You’re the offspring of an immortal and a witch’s apprentice. You stole your sister’s place, and set them up for them to lose their place among the parlormaids.”

The woman looked at her and smiled. “My name is Odelia Phyleon, a proud name in our race. I saw you coming long before you accepted your fate written by the Norns Hel.” She motioned for her to move forward and this room had tons of shelves all sorts of things on them. Hel knew potions and such when she saw it. She could hear talking in the back, and there was a slight sweet smell. “What are they making?” She asked. “What you and Max need to hide, it will take some time.” She indicated a seat and Hel just looked at it not taking it. Odelia however sat in the other chair and poured herself some tea.

Helga just finished braiding her hair. Malaika got up and changed her clothes. Her mind and body were prepared for whatever the drawbacks of learning magic. HELGA guided her toward the frozen lake beside a colossal glacier a few meters away from the house. Frode was busy shoveling the snow near the home, and he only observed them from a distance.

My eyes burned and my lungs ached, but I would not cry—I would not give in and let this castle swallow me whole. “Magic is a lot of things, Helena.” I murmured softly, “It does not lie. You know this, as well.” “How—how could she do such a thing?” She stammered, freeing one of her hands to furiously wipe away the tears she shed. I watched as she slowly pulled herself together, and the disbelief in her eyes turned to burning anger. Never once did her hand release me, in fear that she might once again become lost in Castle Mist. “He was just a child, a child! She won’t get away with this, not if I have anything to do with it.”

She was thinking maybe this place is located at the heart of the Island and not quite far from the camp. She has been walking for like an hour now but she can't feel any tiredness because of how astonishing the place was. She looks at the tree with orange leaves. She was sure she walks past by that tree already, why is it that she's seeing it again like three times all ready now?"Something's odd," she tilt her head while thinking. "There is no way out from her, I keep on walking on the same path all over again goodness!" She stops when she saw a man standing from a shining balete tree not too far from her. He looks familiar. He has almost the same features as her. Golden hair, not too light

Cecilia asked in disbelief. “Haha, yes. Because of my magic.” “Wow! My auntie is a magician, too!” “Really? What is her name? Perhaps, I knew her.” Helga said with excitement, feeling since in this world, woman who can control the magic power is rare. “Her name is Kaleela.” Helga tilted her head, “Ah, I think I know her. Well, let's just say that we didn't get along. But, who will expect that a woman like that have you as niece!”

Tentatively I moved towards the door, slowly turning the handle and pulling the door open. "So you know, I've been going mad in my room waiting for you to wake up. Oh, these are for you, I overheard one of the staff here talking about a Phoenix needing clothes, and well, I grabbed them from the female fae and headed right over before she could protest." Helga rushed as she pushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind her. She was in her glamour again, her hair a vibrant pink this time and cut into a bob. She kept her lilac-coloured eyes too. Seeing her be so much more spontaneous with her glamour than she had been back home was strange.

Tentatively I moved towards the door, slowly turning the handle and pulling the door open. "So you know, I've been going mad in my room waiting for you to wake up. Oh, these are for you, I overheard one of the staff here talking about a Phoenix needing clothes, and well, I grabbed them from the female fae and headed right over before she could protest." Helga rushed as she pushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind her. She was in her glamour again, her hair a vibrant pink this time and cut into a bob. She kept her lilac-coloured eyes too. Seeing her be so much more spontaneous with her glamour than she had been back home was strange.

“Look at you. Everyone bowing to you. Going to see magical advisors on weekends... should I start calling you 'Your Highness' now?” “You're very hilarious.” I said and she chuckled. Just then, Helga walked in with the calm energy she always had. Her silver hair was braided back, and she wore these deep red robes that caught the light every time she moved. “Welcome, Prince Brandon,” Helga’s voice echoed down the stone corridor. She stepped out from the shadows. “Helga,” I greeted with a nod. She dipped her head slightly, her tone respectful. “It’s an honor, as always.”