Chapter 560: The Only Idler in the Manor
Helena seemed even more shocked than Kyle at the fact that she could wear the Diadem.
"What... what is going on?" she stammered, looking at Kyle as though he might have an explanation.
Before Kyle could answer, Helena's pearl-white form trembled violently. Her expression shifted rapidly—shock, fear, disbelief. Panicking, she tried to grab the Diadem to remove it, but her hands passed straight through the artifact, as if it were immaterial.
"Don't worry, Helena," Kyle said gently, a smile softening his tone. "You wanted me to deliver a message to your mother, didn't you? Well, Madam Ravenclaw also has a message for you."
Helena looked at him, wide-eyed, as he continued, "And since I'm not particularly skilled at owl post, I worried I might botch the delivery. So, I took the liberty of tricking you here. I hope you don't mind."
Helena remained silent, but tears began to well in her eyes—pearly-white, just like the rest of her. The tears fell to the ground, transforming into hazy wisps of smoke that drifted back into her body.
"You two must have a lot to talk about after a thousand years," Kyle said, stepping toward the door. "I'll leave you to it."
As he reached the door, he paused, turning back to add, "Oh, and if you need anything, just call for Tata. He's the House-elf here, and he'll hear you if you're anywhere in the manor."
With that, Kyle gently closed the oak door behind him.
The room fell silent, its voices cut off entirely.
Though Kyle's curiosity itched at the thought of what mother and daughter might be saying after such a long separation, he knew it wasn't his place to listen. This was their moment, and eavesdropping would be a profound breach of privacy.