In Helena's room at the House of Harris, Helena stood silently before the window, gazing out in stillness.
Allen, who had just come looking for her, placed a hand on Helena's shoulder and felt the empty chill beneath his palm turn into a tangible body. "Helena, have you gone to the Banshee Choir lately?"
Helena shook her head, her tone a little stiff. "One of the banshees couldn't control her power properly. Professor Flitwick heard it and fainted with a nosebleed... She still needs practice."
"Uh... he should be fine. I haven't received a sick-leave notice from Madam Pomfrey..." Allen looked at Helena and decided to find some topics first. "What TV shows have you and your grandmother been watching lately? What were you and Nagini following just now?"
"Nagini and I like watching Pride and Prejudice. Grandmother likes watching The Secret Garden over and over..." Helena turned to face her father, her voice softening somewhat because they were discussing TV shows she liked. "Professor McGonagall dislikes it very much, because female students are always pointing at her behind her back and saying she looks like Mrs. Medlock."
"Uh, speaking of which, I've been watching Friends lately... I haven't had much time recently, so I've had Kreacher record it for me. It's quite relaxing..." Allen rubbed his hands together rather dryly. He had no real interest in those two TV shows suited to witches and children.
"I think the Americans' accents are too strange. They speak too loudly." Helena shook her head. "But Nagini likes it... It seems she stayed over there before, so she's used to hearing it."
Although there was no barrier in the conversation between father and daughter, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle. Allen frowned, his eyes shifting, and he suddenly made his smiling face turn completely