01-03-2022, 03:50 PM
Godric knew that Salazar could deliver on finding the supplies. The question would be: what state would the apothecary owner be in once his friend was done. While Godric could be ruthless when necessary, Salazar was, quite often, much more extreme in his dealings. He did not tolerate laziness or failure in himself and, thus, held everyone else up to the same high standards. Sometimes, things happened that you could not avoid but that was often hard to explain to Salazar who hated disruption in his life.
And now for the sappy nonsense. At Salazar iteration that they could do it, that they could only do it together, Godric simply nodded in agreement.
Obviously they could do it. They had put way too much money, time, and effort into Hogwarts to let it fail. No matter what, he was determined to see it through to his life's end. While he'd rather do it with his friends, if they fell away due to extenuating circumstances, Godric would stick it out somehow.
It was this or go back to being a hired mercenary and, frankly, he'd had enough of that. He wanted his life to mean something more than a person saved here or there. More land won for some striving nobody. No, he wanted Hogwarts to be his legacy - not some needless war where he might be remembered in the annuls of history for a while but forgotten in a hundred years. He knew he was meant for bigger things than that or else why have the talent he did? And why would fate lead him to meet three other people who were just as talented as he was? Hogwarts had always been and would always be their destiny - he could feel it.
"Thank you for taking notes for me, Helga. Your dinner was, always always, fabulous and I thank you for that too." He gave her a charming half-smile, not yet taking his notes back as of yet - wanting the ink to dry fully so he didn't smear her beautiful penmanship.
And now for the sappy nonsense. At Salazar iteration that they could do it, that they could only do it together, Godric simply nodded in agreement.
Obviously they could do it. They had put way too much money, time, and effort into Hogwarts to let it fail. No matter what, he was determined to see it through to his life's end. While he'd rather do it with his friends, if they fell away due to extenuating circumstances, Godric would stick it out somehow.
It was this or go back to being a hired mercenary and, frankly, he'd had enough of that. He wanted his life to mean something more than a person saved here or there. More land won for some striving nobody. No, he wanted Hogwarts to be his legacy - not some needless war where he might be remembered in the annuls of history for a while but forgotten in a hundred years. He knew he was meant for bigger things than that or else why have the talent he did? And why would fate lead him to meet three other people who were just as talented as he was? Hogwarts had always been and would always be their destiny - he could feel it.
"Thank you for taking notes for me, Helga. Your dinner was, always always, fabulous and I thank you for that too." He gave her a charming half-smile, not yet taking his notes back as of yet - wanting the ink to dry fully so he didn't smear her beautiful penmanship.
