"I’m dying at 40, Helena. I decided to have some fun with my expenses." She shrugs, moving back over to HG slowly, not wanting to piss off her injury. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly. "I’m sorry. For scaring you."
Helena shakes her head. She can’t really argue with how Jo spent her own money, but it surprised her at the overwhelming decadence of this age. “Scaring is a bit of an understatement,” she says as that’s the only way that she could handle the thought.
Johanna wakes up just in time to see the limo park next to the ariplane. She sighs, nuzzling into Helena slightly before nodding.
"Ready, mum?" She asks, tilting her head with a soft smile.
The plane is sleek and has “Hawley Griffin” on the side of it. There’s also a time machine in the background.
They go inside and…
"Right," Helena says. She looks around and then sits on the edge of one of the beds. This absolutely bewildered her. "Isn’t this a tad excessive?" she asks. "We are only flying for a few hours."
"But we’re students. Personal projects need approval from at least on staff-member and they have to submit a notice of someone trying for animagus form with the Ministry so that you can register if you succeed." She said, brow furrowed as she followed her out of the sort-of elevator.
"It isn’t for school that I want to do it, darling. I have all the credits I need. It’s for fun." She lead the way down the hall where, at the end of it, there was the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. "Do you do anything besides school?"
"No it’s alright I was just…remembering." The agent replied with a quick shake of her head. "I honestly don’t know what exactly Leena’s job was, though it was obviously more than just keeping the Bed & Breakfast. I guess you’d have to talk to Artie and Mrs. Frederick." She added, shrugging slightly.
Helena nodded. “I am aware. We had a similar person back at Warehouse 12. I think they also have quite a bit to do with getting new Agents.” HG frowned, looking into the murky depths of her tea. She shouldn’t have come.
"That I am," he said with a smile as he tried putting a name to the face he had seen through the halls a few times. "You’re —no, sorry, don’t have a name, but I’d love to get to know you."
"I’m Helena Wells," she introduced herself, sticking out her hand. "I saw you play a few days ago and let me say, I think I’ve been converted. You are an amazing Keeper."
Johanna doesn’t answer, because she’s already asleep. She’ll stay “dead” to the world until they reach the airport, it seems.
She sighs. Helena longed for answers. There wasn’t anything else for her mind to work on though, so it ran wild with hypothesis and on occasion just the images of the other day. These made her shudder involuntarily.
The lycan chuckles, moving towards the front door with Helena in tow. There was a limo waiting for them. “Yes, well. You’ll like m’ jet. I named it Hawley Griffin.” She nods towards the driver, who starts going as soon as Jo gave the word. “The limo’s name is Nightingale. I like naming things. Had a lot of time for it.” She leans her head against Helena’s shoulder.
"Had a lot of time?" Helena asks. She was curious as to what exactly Jo meant by this. To her there had only been a hours since she saw Jo die. "What do you mean, darling?"
"You got approval?" She asked, surprised. She didn’t even consider the idea that Helena would pursue this without getting permission from their head of house and the transfiguration professor.
Helena almost laughed at the innocence of the other girl, but she understood how such a ridged world view could lead to oversights. In a way it was quite endearing. The door to the stone elevator opened and Helena made her way through. “I don’t think it’s required, darling.”
Myka flinched at the mention of an open position, forcefully reminded of finding Leena in the Warehouse. She took in a shuddering breath and nodded, turning back around and handing Helena her mug with a shaky smile. ”Yeah, I suppose there is.” She said quietly, taking a sip of her own tea to calm herself.
"My apologies," Helena said, taking the cup. "I know it can’t be easy. I didn’t know her as well as all of you." Helena looked away, a bit ashamed of herself. All she did by coming here was cause pain.
Jo nods, grabbing Helena’s arm. “Thank you. Yeah, I’ve got one in this universe. Made the Warehouse Agents before this current crew place m’ order. They were rather chatty and owed me one, anyways.” She sighs, nuzzling into Helena. Just like old times. “It’s been upgraded since, I think. I told Jane to do that, anyways. I think it’ll be just as nice as I imagine.”
Helena wrinkled her nose. “I loathe flying. There are just some things about this world I still can’t stand.” She shakes her head. “It’s terrible. We belong on the ground.”