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The Kingsley family were.... stoic. Constant. The standing stones on their crest did more than reflect the ancient alignments of their home  at Avebury, it was a reflection of the desirable traits of a Kingsley.  Unaffected by the chaos around them. Persisting through everything. A lone figure of calm neutrality when everyone else was losing their minds. 

And, of course, just like the designs in the crest, marked with runes. 

A child born of parents from two primaries stood about a half chance of being born with one or the other. 
Had Aeryn Kingsley arrived back at Avebury manner sixteen years previous with a runecaster child, it would have been a little complicated, but not of much concern.


In the end, it had all come down to a matter of fate. A coin flip. 

And if the result of that flip had shown anything, it was that Helena Kingsley was not a naturally lucky person. 

Her life hadn't exactly been the most tragic. She'd never had to want for much materially.  
And her childhood hadn't been marred by some major tragedy. Her home hadn't been burned to the ground, if she had a dead parent she had no way of knowing it,  and she wasn't left with some thirst for revenge. 

But matters of small chance never did seem to fall in her favour.

There probably would habe been a good chance that she'd wake up before the arrival of the other students in the common room for example. Or indeed, a good chance that she wouldn't fall asleep on the common room sofa in the first place. She'd missed both however,  and blinking awake to find herself surrounded by students was a little embarrassing. 

Helena had, up to that point, been lying on her front on an evidently pretty expensive sofa, ginger hair splayed out around her head like some kind of washed-up cephalopod, phone resting loosely in her hand.  She was wearing brightly coloured knitted jumper, patterned with numerous hued cat faces, and the message 'Have A Mice Day' on the front. 
If it had been her plan to look her best for the arrival of everyone else, then it had not gone terrible well. 

Then again, it was entirely possible that Helena Kingsley would regard a rainbow cat sweater to be looking her best. She had never completely served as a paragon of style and minimalism. 

As if her late and misplaced awakening was not a problem in itself, she was soon face with something else.  For within a few moments of doing so, her view of the ceiling was obscured as the face of Professor Kovalenko, complete with look of avian disdain. 

[color=7ea7d8]"What are you doing there, Kingsley?"[/color] the woman asked, clearly irritable. 

It took a few moments for Helena to summon up some words. 
[color=f6989d]"Sorry Professor. I...I must've fallen asleep."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"Evidently."[/color] the woman's expression did not falter in the slightest. 
[color=7ea7d8]"Well pull yourself together or you're going to miss the briefing. And do try to stay awake for the entire duration if that [i]at all[/i] possible."[/color]

With that she turned and walked away, leaving Helena struggling to right herself. This was not really how she'd planned to start the school year.