Chapter 2- Fair Ravenclaw From Glen
Annwn Guinevere Fauste hated the manor house on the edge of their family estate, which was lilliputian when compared to the family palace- a massive stone, wood, and iron cathedral that made Versailles feel quaint- but she hated it nevertheless. It was empty. It echoed. But it reminded her of her dead love and the chance to get out of this mausoleum to their name.
She wandered its grounds whenever she could, tasting the perpetually salty sweet air of the nearby unplotted loch that had acted as a family port. As she skipped stones and stared at her reflection, she sometimes wondered if her dad was right, if she'd been too young when she had Galahad. She loved him dearly, but she admitted she struggled to connect with him. He had no taste for quidditch, gobtones, or even fishing. But it eased her lonliness when they did connect. Usually it was with music, but lately their connection was with Hogwarts. Unfortunately, Galahad was almost certainly destined to be a Ravenclaw. His curiosity was limitless and his thirst for knowledge, bottomless. Even if she'd failed to show it a few hours before, she was scared of losing him. And losing him would be like losing Regulus all over again.
Annwn scowled as she skipped a particularly smooth rock. How could it be her father was a better one to Galahad than to her? They fought about that, about Galahad's future, and Galahad always seemed to side with her father. How could her blood conspire against her? Annwn shook her head in frustration when she noticed a familiar looking magpie. Its beak held a cassette tape and hastily dropped it in her lap. Annwn looked at it. Galahad was trying to offer her an olive branch by speaking her language. She resolved herself to speak his when they next went to Diagon Alley. She had to do something before her son left her for Hogwarts.