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This drabble has been written as part of the October Event (Halloween Carnival – Ghost Hunt) over at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments).
Ghost: Helena Ravenclaw
If only they knew
Helena tapped her chin with the feather of her quill whilst her mother fascinated the class with her wide breadth of knowledge.
She eyed up the diadem that sat on top of Rowena's head, and thought about how something so beautiful and delicate could be in the possession of someone so undeserving, vapid and self centred, someone who cared more about that diadem than her own daughter.
One day, Helena thought, one day I will take that diadem and show the world that my mother is just another witch and that she really isn't all that important or great.
The bell rang signalling the end of class, which was greeted by a groan of disappointment from everyone in the room but Helena.
"And remember class, Wit Beyond Measure, is Man's Greatest Treasure," Rowena said concluding the lesson and dismissing the class.
Helena hastily left the classroom, glad to finally be able to leave; a buzz of chatter followed her mostly consisting of her classmates talking about how great her mother was, and what an inspirational teacher she was.
Helena scoffed internally at all their comments; if only they could see the truth about her mother, then they wouldn't be so eager to call her amazing.
She was a woman who cared more about her precious school, her students and showing everyone just how superior her knowledge was; she was a woman who couldn't pay her daughter any attention unless she did something wrong.
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