01-04-2022, 12:49 AM
If it weren't for Gwen's hand on his arm he would have insisted upon doing this another time because clearly, the woman was very busy. But the slight curl of her fingertips against his forearm gave him a little courage and a warm fuzzy feeling inside that as the Founder led them back outside, he found himself bowing slightly.
"Pray, pardon o'r intrusion Lady 'ufflepuff," he said with reverence. "Tis jus' tha' I, erm, well ye see..."
Merrick swallowed hard and looked over at Gwen who gave him a look of encouragement and excitement. He couldn't bear to let her down. He turned back to Helga and nodded. "I 'ave, I believe, finally mastered an enchantment I plan on usin' fer me class when it be cloudy ou' o' foul o' weather. I can enchant me ceiling wit' the nigh' sky ye see."
"T'was Lady Moore 'ere who suggested tha' maybe we de it te the Great Hall's ceilin' so tha' e'eryone can enjoy it," he finally managed to get it out. "As tha' be yer d'main, we were wonderin' wha' ye thought on the matter."
Still a little nervous, the man watched the woman's face for any signs of displeasure. Hopefully, she wouldn't be mad at them pulling her away from what was surely a venison feast just to ask her a question of whether or not he could enchant the ceiling of the Great Hall. Now that it had been asked, he almost felt as though it was a weak reason to interrupt.
"Pray, pardon o'r intrusion Lady 'ufflepuff," he said with reverence. "Tis jus' tha' I, erm, well ye see..."
Merrick swallowed hard and looked over at Gwen who gave him a look of encouragement and excitement. He couldn't bear to let her down. He turned back to Helga and nodded. "I 'ave, I believe, finally mastered an enchantment I plan on usin' fer me class when it be cloudy ou' o' foul o' weather. I can enchant me ceiling wit' the nigh' sky ye see."
"T'was Lady Moore 'ere who suggested tha' maybe we de it te the Great Hall's ceilin' so tha' e'eryone can enjoy it," he finally managed to get it out. "As tha' be yer d'main, we were wonderin' wha' ye thought on the matter."
Still a little nervous, the man watched the woman's face for any signs of displeasure. Hopefully, she wouldn't be mad at them pulling her away from what was surely a venison feast just to ask her a question of whether or not he could enchant the ceiling of the Great Hall. Now that it had been asked, he almost felt as though it was a weak reason to interrupt.
