Ⓐ - Ⓩ follow up & Words for Wednesday ~ Gylfi 150 years

This year's A-Z Challenge featured mini biographies of all the apprentices on The Unicorn Farm - The Nordic school for magic - back in the 1970es.
I made it through all the apprentices in April. and this is the first instalment in a follow up series describing the handful of teachers gathering the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

The Word for Wednesday challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words are provided by a number of people. Tis month by David M. Gascoigne.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true. So please, visit, comment and encourage the particioants.

Words for Wednesday May 8:
Decent
 Necklace
 Ecosystem
Money
Ground
      And/or
Armed
Way
Lodge
Willing
Guardians

May 7th, a week ago today, would have marked the 150th birthday of the oldest of the professors from Unicorn Farm, Gylfi (pronounced Gilvi). And yes, this makes him over 100 years old at the time of the happenings at the Unicorn Farm. He had discovered a potion of, not youth or eternal life, but slow life when he was a young teacher at the newly founded Háskóli Íslands (University of Iceland, Reykjavík) and brewed and drank of it sparingly ever since.

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Thora worked at the library at the same university, young and insecure, she had still felt the magic in the old professor. But before she pulled her courage together to approach him, he retired, after many busy, productive years, and moved back to his parents' old, decrepit manor house quite a distance from Hella.

After putting the gardener's house in decent shape, he moved there, and enjoyed spending the nights looking upon the stars through the windows he  had installed. He was at his happiest when one night he saw the necklace of the Perseids.
Due to his magic, he was able to partially repair the broken ecosystem in the large park-like garden, even if his lack of money meant that he spent a long time doing this.

Thora retired early, as the new systems and management were not to her likings. She also moved to Hella, not knowing that she was now close to Gylfi once again. She cared for the animals of the surroundings, wild and domestic alike, and even had a cat owl staying in her small house.

One late evening, under the almost midnight sun, her owl, Brúnleita, lost its way and landed at the ground of Gylfi's manor just inside his fence. Armed only with her falconers' gloves and a tasty mouse for her owl, she found her way inside the garden. She got a bit lost looking at and caressing the many different flowers and plants in his garden. It was long before she remembered Brúnleita again. The owl had crept all the way up to the lodge, where it now sat at the verandah, hooting softly.
Willing the owl to come to her, she crossed the magic line, and set off the guardian spells that Gylfi had put in place. Gylfi recognized the magic in Thora, and she recognized him from the university.

Together they studied magic and made plants and animals thrive. Soon Thora moved into another house in the sprawling grounds of Gylfi's manor, and one day they found a room filled with books and magical stuff hidden away by Gylfi's parents when they inherited it from their parents. Books, wands, cauldrons, bottles and flasks with strange contents were placed in an attic room, forgotten, now found. 

Soon Gylfi and Thora were growing in magic back in Hella.

... to be continued.