[Open/Party post!] Home is whenever I'm with you
Helen rarely uses the journaling system in Chicago. It's fascinating to her, how the city stays interconnected, and while she does peek in to check on people, she hasn't actually used it at all during her stay. It seems, however, that this has changed for this one cause
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It's really, really beautiful, and he isn't certain what one would use this building for. What is a Sanctuary exactly? However, he's absolutely curious about it, wanting to know more.
It's nice. It's likely the nicest building that he's stepped into since Hogwarts it feels like, and the last time that he was at Hogwarts, it'd been ripped apart by battle, filled with dead bodies scattered all around.
"It's... beautiful," Harry says to whoever's standing nearest to him. It's not as though he really has an architectural eye for anything, but even he can admire all of this.
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"Helen Magnus. A pleasure." And she means every word of that. Having this little open house has been one of the best nights that Helen's had in a good, long while, and it's evident on her face that she feels extremely comfortable in this place.
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Harry looks sideways at her with a small smile as he reaches out to take her hand in turn and shake it. He smiles, and it's mostly at ease because it does remind him in some ways of Hogwarts. Normally he'd be a bit more suspicious and on edge in a new setting. Experience has taught him well. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter, nice to meet you. So this is all yours then?"
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"That's right, Harry. But in a way, it belongs to the entire city. I'm offering the Sanctuary as a place for anyone to take residence if they so choose. It serves many purposes, though. I simply have not fully discovered how many of the others will be needed."
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He looks at her curiously at that. Harry had been wondering about it when he read the entry. "That's what I was going to ask you about actually. What sort of purposes does it serve? Can I... ask that?"
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"The Sanctuary is a home, my home. But it's also a place to take in a study the wonderful genetic variations that the world offers us. I've dedicated my life to learn all about the abnormalities that spring up in various species, because I have found that it is in the ways that we are not normal that we are the most brilliant. Wouldn't you agree?"
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He is very curious about the answer, and he's quiet as he listens. "...I would. Absolutely. That's a brilliant... cause to dedicate your life to. Honestly. I'd love to do anything like that. Back home I wanted to be an Aurora, fighting against dark magic, but that's not as much of an issue here with everything else going on. Does that mean the creatures and things that fall through the Rift too? You'd study them?"
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"Did you say magic?" She doesn't look like she doesn't believe him, though Helen has rarely used the word 'magic' in all of her years of research and study. Magic usually means that someone just doesn't have the right words yet. But she recognizes that if this boy does magic, then he may be right at home with her facility.
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He glances at her at the question, smiling slightly before he nods in answer. It's always a comfort too to be able to talk about magic with so many people here, muggle or not. They're all united in other ways. "I did actually. Magic. The home that I mentioned before? It was a school for magic. Defense Against the Dark Arts was my best class in school."
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"Were there many dark arts to defend oneself against in your world?"
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"There were at least in my experience, but I believe that was a bit unique to most other people's." He shakes his head and adjust his glasses. "It's complicated, but I had to defend myself quite a few times starting at age twelve and then onward."
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"Twelve!" She exclaims, seeming to forget all the rest as her motherly nature sets in. "Defending yourself against what, exactly, might I ask? And where in god's name were your parents?" Oh, she'll regret that one soon.
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"Yeah, twelve," Harry says with something of a smile at her reaction. It feels like it's been thirty years since he was twelve. He winces at the second question, deciding to answer it first. "They... died. They were killed actually by someone that I had to defend myself against... later. I didn't know this until I was twelve. I was told up until that point that they'd... died in a car crash."
It was more than a shock to learn the truth.
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"Oh, you poor thing... I'm so sorry to hear that." She's forever the mother, even when she's bringing up sore subjects without knowing better. "I'm sure they'd be very proud to see how you've grown up. You're a fine looking young man, all cleaned up and polite- and well spoken too. Yes, I'd dare say they would be bursting at the seams with pride to see a son like you."
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His throat tightens a bit at what she says, but he nods. "Thank you. I hope they would be. They were-- they had a lot of friends so I've learned quite a bit about them." It's not like knowing them at all, but it's better than the nothing, than the bitter bits and pieces he got from his aunt and uncle since he was twelve.
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"Memories are what keep those we love alive. It's good to learn whatever you can from those who were close to them." Helen tries to pull away from such a distressing topic, as she doesn't want to make the boy uncomfortable. So she puts on a smile and changes topics. "Tell me more about this magic of yours."
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