01-09-2022, 10:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-09-2022, 11:46 PM by Salazar Slytherin.)
Salazar had spent the very early morning checking in on their supplier for their potions. It had not been a productive meeting and only barely had the man avoided getting cursed or worse. The founder was not pleased by the delay, as it would be another day - two at the most before everything got there. That meant that they would already have to switch the schedule around so that Potions would occur on the third official day of term (today being the first). It was irritating and likely the others would feel the same way.
Actually, Godric and Helga might not care as much as Rowena might, as both he and their wise friend seemed quite set on having things happened as planned, whereas the other two were more happy to just go with the flow. There were times when that attitude was a bit irksome but as there was no other choice (other than finding the supplies and apparating back and forth to get them there on time) this was the way it would have to be. Since he was expected to be there to greet the new students with his three friends, there simply wasn't time to track down the caravan and take matters into his own hands.
Thus, he returned to the school empty handed and annoyed, starting in his bedroom to clean up - putting on his finest outfit of green wizards robes, his hair brushed back out of his face, and his wand secured up his sleeve for easy access - just as Godric had taught him for quicker dueling. Checking the looking glass one more time and finding no fault with his clothing (even his shoes shined!), Salazar headed down to the gates to greet their students who would hopefully arrive at varying times this morning so by this afternoon, they could be sorted and then by the opening feast, they could sit with their new housemates.
While he had dressed, he'd been thinking about the many things that had to happen yet before tomorrow and realized the mistake they had made. If they had kept Lady Moore at the castle, she could have conducted the reading and writing interviews during the afternoon so that by tomorrow morning, they would know where they stood. Unfortunately, she had been sent down to the village whereas they could have easily sent Sir Raine, who was just as capable - if not more so than the Lady Moore. After all, what young man was going to take direction from a woman - noble or not? At least Sir Raine would have a better chance to command respect from the start.
But it was too late now to make changes as Godric's sister should have already headed down to the trading post to tend to her duties there. Thus, with everything else in place, Salazar heading down. He wished they would have cast bets last night on who would be the last to arrive because he had a strong feeling, Helga - with all the preparations she was involved in - would be the final member to arrive. Still, she could always surprise him!
Sure enough, when he reached the castle gates, he found only Rowena waiting. "Good morning," he said, nodding his head respectfully in her direction as manners would dictate - her being higher nobility than he was currently. Even if they were friends, they needed to set an example if any students were within seeing/hearing distance. "My apologies for my lateness. There was the supply matter to deal with." He looked down the road that led to the trading post. Seeing no one there, he scowled.
"We will need to move potions from tomorrow to the next day." He groused. "Everything should arrive tomorrow in the late afternoon." The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. "I should have cursed the lazy git and hoped his replacement was more organized and responsible."
Actually, Godric and Helga might not care as much as Rowena might, as both he and their wise friend seemed quite set on having things happened as planned, whereas the other two were more happy to just go with the flow. There were times when that attitude was a bit irksome but as there was no other choice (other than finding the supplies and apparating back and forth to get them there on time) this was the way it would have to be. Since he was expected to be there to greet the new students with his three friends, there simply wasn't time to track down the caravan and take matters into his own hands.
Thus, he returned to the school empty handed and annoyed, starting in his bedroom to clean up - putting on his finest outfit of green wizards robes, his hair brushed back out of his face, and his wand secured up his sleeve for easy access - just as Godric had taught him for quicker dueling. Checking the looking glass one more time and finding no fault with his clothing (even his shoes shined!), Salazar headed down to the gates to greet their students who would hopefully arrive at varying times this morning so by this afternoon, they could be sorted and then by the opening feast, they could sit with their new housemates.
While he had dressed, he'd been thinking about the many things that had to happen yet before tomorrow and realized the mistake they had made. If they had kept Lady Moore at the castle, she could have conducted the reading and writing interviews during the afternoon so that by tomorrow morning, they would know where they stood. Unfortunately, she had been sent down to the village whereas they could have easily sent Sir Raine, who was just as capable - if not more so than the Lady Moore. After all, what young man was going to take direction from a woman - noble or not? At least Sir Raine would have a better chance to command respect from the start.
But it was too late now to make changes as Godric's sister should have already headed down to the trading post to tend to her duties there. Thus, with everything else in place, Salazar heading down. He wished they would have cast bets last night on who would be the last to arrive because he had a strong feeling, Helga - with all the preparations she was involved in - would be the final member to arrive. Still, she could always surprise him!
Sure enough, when he reached the castle gates, he found only Rowena waiting. "Good morning," he said, nodding his head respectfully in her direction as manners would dictate - her being higher nobility than he was currently. Even if they were friends, they needed to set an example if any students were within seeing/hearing distance. "My apologies for my lateness. There was the supply matter to deal with." He looked down the road that led to the trading post. Seeing no one there, he scowled.
"We will need to move potions from tomorrow to the next day." He groused. "Everything should arrive tomorrow in the late afternoon." The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. "I should have cursed the lazy git and hoped his replacement was more organized and responsible."
