Ravenclaw

Chapter 58- Eves-dropping

Song for the chapter: Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

P.S. Does anyone else get the pun in the name of the chapter XD

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It was day. Percival, who had delayed his stay with his financée for too long, had packed his bags and bid them farewell-- Rowena passed her goodbyes through Helga after having one of those 'girl talks' with Helga-- at the train station, leaving Salazar and Helga to discuss the matters on their two twin baby girls.
"You keep them," Salazar said firmly, but he held on to the baby which started to show dark hair, with a tints of green here and there. Helga, who was breastfeeding the other, laughed. "And yet you can't seem to let go of our angels."
Salazar looked at the child's dark amber eyes; how could he let go of his angel? How could he have denied this life so early on? How could he abandon his little rays of sunshine?
It is safer this way, Salazar thought. It would be better if they thought that red-haired son of a deadly-arse witch was their father.
He looked at Helga, who had started switching between the children. The one that had been fed just now bore dark hair as well, but had brown, almost yellow bits of hair, instead of green.
Just like their parents...
"Oh, why are we discussing the custody of the children if they don't even have names? The judge would certainly get confused!" Helga laughed as the baby started suckling on her breast, its eyes closed as it enjoyed its parents company. The other stifled a yawn-- was it nap time already?
"Well, personally, I'd like them to be named Gidienne and Fabien." Salazar said, pondering over his choices before nodding in approval.
Helga shook her head, smiling. "Perhaps you'd prefer my choices, I have chosen fairly similar names, in terms of the letters, I mean."
She removed the suckling baby and placed her in the yellow cradle, while Salazar placed his in the green one. They smiled down at the children, longing to hug each other while doing so. They'd be the perfect family...
"I was thinking maybe Freida and Georgia, they rhyme too!" Helga giggled in happiness, and Salazar couldn't help but pull her into a loving hug.
"I love you," He whispered, happy that Helga decided to hug her back. "I love you, so much more than that snake Maria."
"I love you too," Helga said softly, her voice shaky. "I just... I just wish we could, we could be together, like this, forever, whenever we want to..."
They both sighed. "But we can't." They said in unison. They looked at each other in the eyes. They both were on guard; both were building a wall so that their feelings would not be affected in this treacherous battle of 'forbidden love'. Both were trying so hard to keep their tears at bay, trying not to show exactly how much they loved each other. Because, for once, true love does not win. It will never win for these two.
Helga pulled away and touched the cheek of one of the sleeping babies; she will just have to portray her love for Salazar through raising, caring and loving her twins to the best of her abilities, or maybe even more.
"I'm naming them Gidienne and Fabien." Salazar said, ceasing the tension in the room. Or hut, technically.
"No!" Helga slapped him playfully. He managed to crack a smile.
"We are naming them Georgia and Freida!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Okay, yes," Salazar said, trying not to smile.
"No. Wait, yes! Wait... aargh!" Helga slapped him again, and Salazar laughed, hugging her again. It felt so right, but it was so wrong...
"Okay, okay, how about compromise? She," Salazar gestured to the green-haired baby, "will be called Georgia Fabien, and she," he gestured to the other child, "will be called Freida Gidienne."
"Perfect," Helga smiled, her face so close, so close to kissing Salazar, so close to having what she always wanted, so close to having the life she wanted, the life she deserved, the life that she should have had... She was just one move away from having her dream come true... so... bloody... close...
Salazar's eyes flicked down to her lips before back to her mesmerising amber eyes that will forever be the only ones to see how fragile, how gentle, how loving he was and could be... How her body will be the only one that complemented his, how she was the only one for him, how she was the only one able to make him fall and beg on his knees with just... one.. action...
He moved closer, then she did...
But it was wrong.
Salazar and Helga were engaged; on their way to marrying the people everyone wanted and thought were perfect for them. People of the same background. People whom others thought were good for them. But all those thoughts, all those assumptions... they were false! They were so utterly false it should be a crime, a crime to assume that these two weren't destined to be together.
But despite what Divination teaches, despite the fact that fate and destiny may be real, it is not these things that are supposedly written in the stars that defined them, that define us. It is our choices. It is our values. Salazar looked at his beautiful everything, his future, and Helga wished, wished with all her heart, begged...
But whatever's written in the stars will always just be stories the skies hold. The stories tell of our loves and losses, our ups and downs.
But they don't the story of how even though the two were to run away with their children, to disappear off the face of the earth, they didn't--no. They tell the story of how Salazar and Helga barely grazed their lips on the other's and pulled away from their possible fantasy and got sucked into the real world.
And let the stars tell you, the real world sucks.