12-30-2021, 01:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 01:47 AM by Godric Gryffindor.)
Godric nodded, listening to her talk and slowly work around to the meat of the matter - why she was here in the first place. It definitely had a familiar ring to it, a story he had heard plenty of times, often the case with those born of non-magical blood. How else would one describe all the accidents but a demon? There was no other logical explanation; magic certainly wasn't something you brought up as even a dream if you wanted to survive in this age.
"My friends are unfortunately occupied with their own tasks to fulfill our dreams. One - Rowena who named the dog; she's building a magnificent castle to house and protect people. Another, Helga, is preparing to care for all those protected people." He drew his wand and slowly levitated another few sticks on the fire, using a fourth to stir it up and get the food done a little faster. "The third of us, Salazar, is studying voraciously and traveling Normandy - hopefully to return soon. He has been looking for people much like yourself actually."
Taking out a small kettle, he used his wand to enlarge it and then poured the remains of his prevision of mead into the pot to warm, keeping most of his attention on what he was doing but still able to watch her reactions to his every move. He had his own suspicions about how she would react but how boring would it be to be right all the time?
Actually, it wasn't all that boring now that he thought of it. Felt rather great actually.
"My friends are unfortunately occupied with their own tasks to fulfill our dreams. One - Rowena who named the dog; she's building a magnificent castle to house and protect people. Another, Helga, is preparing to care for all those protected people." He drew his wand and slowly levitated another few sticks on the fire, using a fourth to stir it up and get the food done a little faster. "The third of us, Salazar, is studying voraciously and traveling Normandy - hopefully to return soon. He has been looking for people much like yourself actually."
Taking out a small kettle, he used his wand to enlarge it and then poured the remains of his prevision of mead into the pot to warm, keeping most of his attention on what he was doing but still able to watch her reactions to his every move. He had his own suspicions about how she would react but how boring would it be to be right all the time?
Actually, it wasn't all that boring now that he thought of it. Felt rather great actually.
