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The hospital room was stuffy as if someone had decided to stick cotton balls to suck out all the moisture in the air, leaving nothing but dust and dry air in its wake. The Leader Auror, Kallias Lyerius, had found himself trapped in the long, stuffy room for more than a week, constantly visiting its only patient who seemed to be a lady of very few words, and manners at that. The moment her eyes had flared five days ago, it seemed as if she was trying to claw her way into another storm of the Ministry's fury as she had tried and failed to escape twice before Kallias had been tasked - more like demanded - to stay put and make sure she behaved till they could get some answers. 

Kallias always thought he was a patient man, he knew children often threw tantrums but this... girl, seemed to push every limit he had. He sat in an old chair at the end of the bed as the starry-eyed girl sat staring at him disapprovingly. 

At first, Kallias had worried she might try to starve herself but once food was shown, much of the original hostility seemed to settle, allowing a temporary yet uneasy calm between them. She bristled when others would walk into the room and would glare at the nurses as they checked up on her every few hours. But she seemed to be contemptuous of his appearance for now. Why, Kallias hadn't quite figured that out yet. 
They had questioned her numerous times but most times she refused to talk, or at least acted like she couldn't. Eventually, Kallias had settled for just sitting in her company.

Eventually, she would break the ice, she must have questions she wanted to answer, he hoped. Children were always fickle variables to counter, and for reasons why he had been tasked to solve this problem were beyond him. Kallias was not a people person, far from it. He was much more a do and get on with it, but this girl seemed to want nothing to do with him as if he didn't even exist. 

He sat there, reading the daily prophet, fully knowing her gaze still lingered on him at the slightest of moments.

"Why won't you leave," She finally spoke, her voice quiet and yet filled with resolve as she stared at Kallias, her gray eyes seemed to be sprinkled with lighter specks of silver. 

Kallias grunted, clearing his throat before folding up the newspaper and flicking his wand, letting it fold away into the unknown. 

"As an official Auror of the Ministry of Magic, I must make sure the only witness we were able to recover at the scene of the unprecedented Meteolojinx can at least share their story before we decide on further action on what to do with you."

"A Meteolojinx?" The girl said perplexed and her face clouded for a second with emotion before she raised a hand to her head and took a deep breath. "Right, a storm jinx? Magic, a magic storm." She muttered, trying to piece together her thoughts and Kallias observed her intently.

The Ministry thought she was a saboteur, more likely a Demilix Desecrator,* but Kallias didn't seem to think so, at least not anymore. The more he observed her, the more he was convinced she was just a random girl who somehow, someway ended up in the middle of the biggest hurricane storm the entire country had seen, and quite possibly the world. "Do you remember how you got there, the forest?" Kallias pressed lightly and the girl sat there stumped.
       *Demilix Desecrator refers to a group of anti-muggles, forcing upon large magical attacks on the wizarding world and muggles alike, they refuse to accept the bridge between groups and fight for pure blood rule. Demilix is the group leader's infamous last name.

"It's foggy," she muttered, "As if someone has placed a giant wall on everything I remember." 

"From the night in the forest?"

"From everything before the forest."

Kallias settled back against his chair, resting his chin on his hands as he thought it over. If what she said was true, a girl who seemed to have no recollection of her memories was more of a hinderness to herself than to the rest of the world. 

"How much do you remember," Kallias asked and he didn't expect a reply quickly. But he also didn't expect her to cry. He sat up, conflicted as she sniffed, tears welling up and she quickly wiped them away, avoiding his gaze as she rubbed her sheets against her face, causing her cheeks to redden. 

"I remember a man, we were talking in a forest, but it was different. Darker, almost sickened. I remember a boy, who talked about his family a lot, he didn't like them very much, always going off about the line." She took a breath, settling herself, and continued. "I know that I'm some form of a witch, that I studied magic somewhere, I think with my uncle. My dad's uncle? no, my moms'. But he's very busy, I don't see his face a lot, it's always blurry but I can't remember if my parents are still alive." She shivered and then whispered. "I don't remember my parents." She looked down at her hands. "I don't... I don't remember where I come from. How can I exist if I don't know where I belong?"

She stared into Kallias' eyes and he looked away, unsettled by the thought and the fear that wavered in her voice. "Forget about your past, do you remember your name at least? Or something about yourself?" He suggested, trying to gain focus on the conversation again. 

Her eyebrows creased in thought and she paused and something seemed to linger on her mind. "Gw.. Gwen? Gwen. Gwenevere." She nodded as if the mere name had stopped her from combusting into more tears. She looked up at Kallias and smiled bitterly in hope, "I think it was Gwenevere."

"Well that's a start," Kallias ran his hands through his hair. He would be at this all of next week at this rate, but little by little he would piece together this unexplainable event, that he would be sure. Because a Lyerius always does his best. "I'm Kallias, it's nice to meet you Gwenevere."

- 5 days later -

"I brought you some tea from the bakery next store figured it's better than whatever they serve in here," Kallias mused as he handed Gwen a small paper bag and a mug of tea with steam coming out.

"Do you think I'll be able to visit that forest again today?" Gwen asked after taking a sip of her tea and letting out a sigh of relief, letting the soft taste of lavender and English breakfast fill the roof of her mouth. She and Kallias had found a common ground despite her mistrust. According to Kallias, he and his team of Aurors specialized in unexplained environmental disruptions, and the biggest one ever recorded happened to be the storm that she was found in. He had talked about letting her out of this stuffy hospital room, away from the prying eyes and faces that she didn't recognize but no such luck. Apparently, his boss thought she was too much of a problem to be let out into the streets, or in this case a forest. 

Still, it had been something to hope for in between her talks with Kallias. She had started to get familiar with him bit by bit, he was an only child and served with the Ministry for nine years now before becoming Captain of his own unit. According to Kallias, he hated small talk, but Gwen was starting to doubt that. 

He seemed to be quite the chatterbox on the weather, always talking about different jinxes and spells that could cause calamities left and right. But for some reason, it was soothing to hear someone talk about what they liked and disliked. Gwen was still trying to recall much of her memories, most were left foggy, as if something had boxed it all up and locked her out. But she was able to recall some names, which seemed to make Kallias very interested, writing them down in his little brown pocketbook and nodding along, as if everything she said was factual.

But he still visited her for much of each day, bringing snacks and tea the moment he realized she loved the taste of caffeine. Sitting in the hospital wasn't particularly fun either, she spent a lot of time speaking to doctors and nurses, who wanted to continuously poke and prod her to death, before Kallias would shoo them away and give her some much-needed space. 

"If they don't want me to visit the scene of the event, then why am I still here?" she sighed but she already knew the answer. The Ministry of Magic saw her as a threat, pure and simple. She appeared in the middle of the eye of a hurricane, one of such magnitude that it destroyed dozens of towns and villages in mere minutes. And with her convenient memory loss, they were holding her captive until they got all the answers they wanted. Answers Gwen didn't have. She was just as confused as they were, if more so. At least Kallias didn't press questions like the other Ministry inspectors and Aurors, he asked questions in his own way. He acted more like a grumpy sibling than someone who was tasked to interrogate her. He also seemed to hate referring to his time with her to that. He phrased it as, 'lack of discretion' or 'unprofessional' followed often with a curse directed at his boss. 

"I do have some good news," Kallias said, turning more serious and Gwen straightened up. "We can't let an untrained witch into society, and personally I don't mind but the Ministry doesn't want you tagging along with its Aurors twenty-four-seven, so a middle ground has been found. They've decided to have you attend Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? Is that a sickness? Or a town?" She asked and he shook his head, "It's a school for learning magic up in Scotland. A professor will pick you up later today to make sure you get there in one piece." Kallias sighed, "If I had it my way, I'd just stick you in a safe house." He grumbled the last bit under his breath but continued. "I think his name is Eleazar Fig, he teaches Magical Theory and will help you get up to speed with some basic casting."

Gwen's shoulder slumped, she knew her time with Kallias would end eventually, but there had been a tiny bit of hope that he would argue to keep her around more. He seemed to be the only one to believe her story to hold any fraction of truth. She hugged her arms to her chest as a chill brushed in and Kallias took a sip of his own tea. "I will see you off and make sure you and Eleazar get situated, of course." Gwen mustered up a small smile. That would have to do.

"I won't let you go unhanded," Kallias said, breaking the moment as he tossed his cup and it shattered into bubbles and took out his wand, flicked it, and muttered something under his breath and a bag appeared. He placed it next to her and she looked down at it curiously. It was rough, made of old leather that had seen some better days, claw marks, burn marks, and wear and tear shone brightly against the leather. "This is a storage knapsack, it's been enchanted with a utility charm to allow extra room than most bags," he said and nodded as Gwen gently touched it, and unlatched the metal clasp, hearing a refreshing click. 

She looked down into it and spotted new clothes, textbooks, gear, and all sorts of intricate items littered through it. She looked back up at Kallias as he watched, his grumpy face slowly twitching at the corners with a smile. "Why?"

Kallias shrugged, "If you're going to have to go to class, it only seemed fair that I got you prepared, after all, the school you'll be going to isn't what most schools are like."

She looked at the bag and looked back up at Kallias and smiled, "Thank you."

Kallias looked away, almost bashful, and stood up again, pacing the room. He did that a lot, pacing the room whether he was thinking. If Gwen had to guess, it helped keep him sane, it certainly looked like it helped. 
He stood as if he had forgotten something and rummaged through his robes before drawing a wand different from his own. It was long and sleek, a soft brown with a slight spiral twist before becoming a long rectangular handle at the end, with a nib on the end. "This, was my first wand, and a fickle one at that. Acacia wood doesn't like reacting with new owners often, it barely even liked me, but perhaps for now it will give you some sort of cast wielding," he said and gently placed it in her hands. "Give it a test flick."

Gwen grasped the wand gently, peering at it curiously. She hesitated, before lifting up her wand and it hummed in her hand. She thought for a spell and quietly whispered. "Aguamenti." A small stream of water erupted formed the tip of the wand, spiraling around as she twisted the wand gently, causing the water to ripple and form a small sphere. Little droplets stood suspended in the air around the sphere before Gwen flicked her wand away, causing all the droplets to scatter across the room in a millisecond. 

Kallias shook his head, "Or maybe it just didn't particularly like me." he grumbled and sat up. "I'll be back to collect you this evening, where you'll meet Eleazar, I trust you shall be ready by the time I return?" With a quick nod, he set out across the room and whispered a incantation and the door hummed to life before unlocking itself and opening for him, leaving Gwen to ponder to herself as the door clicked shut.