12-29-2021, 11:47 PM
Rowena was nervous enough that she had broken down and pulled out her diadem, which sat firmly on her head. She hardly ever wore it now that she was an adult as being that smart often took its toll mentally. She had been dividing her attention between worthy enchantments to teach her students and what scopes of divination she wanted to cover that wasn't being touched on by Sir Merrick, the attractive thing that he was. Unfortunately, he had a one-track mind it seemed to her, thus she lost interest rather quickly in him.
There were plenty of others that had associated with Godric over the years that had proven to be idle distractions that nothing came of. No, distractions were not what she needed right now. She smoothed her hands down her sapphire blue dress and calmly tugged on her braided hair to make sure not a strand was out of place.
Feeling more confident, she made her way to the designated room for their meetings only to find that Salazar was the only one in attendance thus far. She fully expected Helga to be there and she pursed her lips slightly, drawing them into a thin line of disapproval. Hopefully, the woman who was her best friend wasn't toiling away in the kitchens again. Godric was likely a lost cause, hunting on the grounds probably with a handful of his fellows that had followed him to the school to instruct or tend the farm.
"Evening, Salazar," she said with a slight clip to her tone as was in her nature. She carefully took a seat across from him, curious as to what he was so engrossed in reading. With a flick of her wand, she prepared herself a goblet of wine and sipped it carefully as she awaited both his response and the arrival of the other founders.
There were plenty of others that had associated with Godric over the years that had proven to be idle distractions that nothing came of. No, distractions were not what she needed right now. She smoothed her hands down her sapphire blue dress and calmly tugged on her braided hair to make sure not a strand was out of place.
Feeling more confident, she made her way to the designated room for their meetings only to find that Salazar was the only one in attendance thus far. She fully expected Helga to be there and she pursed her lips slightly, drawing them into a thin line of disapproval. Hopefully, the woman who was her best friend wasn't toiling away in the kitchens again. Godric was likely a lost cause, hunting on the grounds probably with a handful of his fellows that had followed him to the school to instruct or tend the farm.
"Evening, Salazar," she said with a slight clip to her tone as was in her nature. She carefully took a seat across from him, curious as to what he was so engrossed in reading. With a flick of her wand, she prepared herself a goblet of wine and sipped it carefully as she awaited both his response and the arrival of the other founders.
