The black carriage soars through the cloudy night sky. The stars that manage to shine through the clouds shimmer beautifully in the ink black water of the ocean miles below.
She had barely any memories of her parents as they died when she was nearly three years old, but there was one image she remembers vividly. Her father, a giant of a man to her back then, raising the little blonde girl onto his shoulders during a similar cloudy night when she should have long be abed, just so they could watch a comet together.
Elena was told her father, Edwin Bagshot, was a passionate Astrologer. She knows for sure she could name every star in the sky had he been the one to raise her.
She also knows for sure she would not be in this carriage if he had.
Because the only reason she was now being escorted to the United States of America was because she was raised by her uncle, Gellert Grindelwald. A wizard who was wreaking havoc in Europe. A man who poses a threat to all wizardkind.
After a tiring flight of many hours, Lena could finally see a strip of land through the window of the carriage door. It seems they were almost at their destination: New York City, the base of M.A.C.U.S.A.
The place where a very important hearing would take place in a few days, when all wizards of the International Confederation of Wizards will come to this city to speak about her uncle.
The young lady was lost in her thoughts and did not notice the older woman next to her fidgeting in her seat.
"Did you hear that," the woman in her late fifties asks, her small grey eyes narrowing down as she focuses on listening.
