12-30-2021, 01:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 01:06 AM by Salazar Slytherin.)
Salazar greeted Rowena cordially, rolling up his scroll and returning it to his pocket. While he would much prefer to learn what it had to offer, and it was likely that out of all of them, Rowena would understand his desire to keep reading, it was simply poor manners. He would not allow it from anyone else, thus he must hold himself to that standard.
Upon Helga's entrance, Salazar actually smiled. Mostly because, as usual, she came bearing food. While Godric would devour anything set in front of him and they all liked to tease him of his constant need to be fed, Salazar, too, enjoyed a good meal and if there was one thing Helga could do, it was cook. It was a blessing that she'd taken to instructing the house elfs how to do the best of her greatest works with food.
Levitating a pie over, he set his goblet down beside him - then remembered that there was a good possibility that no matter how many times they told him to leave the dog outside of the staff room, Rhiannon would still come in with Godric - the both of them forgetting the rules. Thus, he picked up the goblet and set it on the mantle beside him, well out of reach for any large dog racing through the room to get at the food. He had certainly learned that lesson!
"This smells fabulous, Helga. Well worth the wait, as usual." Salazar reassured her. "The students shall never want to leave once they have tasted your cooking. Well, the house elfs cooking but I doubt even they could compare to your impressive talents." His smile widened just slightly.
"So, anyone up for wager on his arrival today?" He posed before taking a careful bite of the pie, letting the heat warm him all the way through. The savory delight went perfectly with the wine he'd been drinking and it really hit the spot after a long day of brewing and preparing lessons to compare notes with the others at this meeting.
Upon Helga's entrance, Salazar actually smiled. Mostly because, as usual, she came bearing food. While Godric would devour anything set in front of him and they all liked to tease him of his constant need to be fed, Salazar, too, enjoyed a good meal and if there was one thing Helga could do, it was cook. It was a blessing that she'd taken to instructing the house elfs how to do the best of her greatest works with food.
Levitating a pie over, he set his goblet down beside him - then remembered that there was a good possibility that no matter how many times they told him to leave the dog outside of the staff room, Rhiannon would still come in with Godric - the both of them forgetting the rules. Thus, he picked up the goblet and set it on the mantle beside him, well out of reach for any large dog racing through the room to get at the food. He had certainly learned that lesson!
"This smells fabulous, Helga. Well worth the wait, as usual." Salazar reassured her. "The students shall never want to leave once they have tasted your cooking. Well, the house elfs cooking but I doubt even they could compare to your impressive talents." His smile widened just slightly.
"So, anyone up for wager on his arrival today?" He posed before taking a careful bite of the pie, letting the heat warm him all the way through. The savory delight went perfectly with the wine he'd been drinking and it really hit the spot after a long day of brewing and preparing lessons to compare notes with the others at this meeting.
