Morgana pulled Helena into a demanding kiss, that left the Ravenclaw heiress breathless.
"Run away with me," she murmured against her lips.
"And go where?" Helena asked in whisper, staring into her lover's eyes.
"Does it matter? Does not it matter that as long as I'm with you, we could go to the ends of the earth? We won't be happy here, your mother wouldn't allow it. She would be outrage by our relationship, and would do everything in her power to stop us, to make sure that you never see me again. And even though you don't believe that the Wizarding World that Rowena is one of the most powerful and brilliant witch-"
"Because she isn't," Helena huffed as she lower her graze on Morgana's lips trailing her thumb there.
"She is," Morgana insisted. "She knows that you're seeing someone, yes?"
"But she doesn't know who," Helena pointed out. "If my mother was the smartest witch in her time, wouldn't she have already figure out who you are."
Morgana laughed softly. "My stubborn Ravenclaw. But if she did find out, don't you agree it would be a catastrophe that her daughter, her only child, is in love with woman?"
"You're right. . .but what about money to survive?"
"We'll figure it out, so what do you say?" Morgana said, looking at Helena hopefully.
Helena beamed and pulled Morgana into another kiss. "Of course, I will!"