It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

It was good to hear Helga laughing after the last rough few days and the particularly difficult meeting they'd just left. He chuckled as well, unable to help himself when she'd asked the question about what he'd been up to. His eyes twinkled as he pulled her to stop once they had turned the corner at a fork in the hallways. Looking down at his diminutive friend, he grinned and asked, "Well Helga, how else do you think we got our motto? Knowledge like that has to come from somewhere." Of course he was only teasing. The situation had been considerably more dangerous than he'd let on and it wasn't just his eyebrows that he'd lost but almost all the hair on his head, as well as the upper layer of his skin. It was only a testament to his personal fighting skills and Salazar's knowledge of healing plants that he'd come out as well as he had.

A little Transfiguration also helped hide quite a bit of the damage until it was healed. It had been Salazar's idea to just  keep the eyebrows gone. Help spread the story of an invincible knight who could properly defend any students under his care.

With that, they continued on down the hallway towards Helga's room. At this point, Godric was hoping that Rowena would rejoin them because in all honesty, he didn't know exactly where her room was. No proper gentleman should know that sort of information, whether they were friends or not. It just wasn't seemly.

"Now where is that pesky door of yours? I was certain it was around here somewhere...?" His turned his head looking for her to point something out that looked familiar.