03-22-2022, 07:04 PM
For the first time in a long time, Godric Gryffindor was on time to a meeting. For the first time in an even longer time, he was the very first to arrive. When he entered the staff room to find it abandoned, he honestly wondered if he had the right room. But sure enough, there was his chair by the long table - trimmed in the dark red that represented his house. It was a bit beat up and battered, just like it's usual occupant. Built sturdily to hold his larger frame yet still comfortable with a light bit of padding (and a cushioning charm to boot).
It was just odd to find the place dimly lit and silent as the grave; unnerving too! Thus, he headed over to the hearth to stir up the smoored fire, having spent a good deal of time in Scotland and learning how the people here kept from having so many house fires yet still keeping the place warm without have to tend the flames every few hours. It wasn't hard to get the fire roaring again, giving him something to do with his hands.
It was strange to be all alone. With not even Rhiannon at his side, he was alone with his thoughts - a dangerous place to be at times but especially today. Fortunately, as he drew his wand to begin lighting tapers to illuminate the space, the door behind him opened...
It was just odd to find the place dimly lit and silent as the grave; unnerving too! Thus, he headed over to the hearth to stir up the smoored fire, having spent a good deal of time in Scotland and learning how the people here kept from having so many house fires yet still keeping the place warm without have to tend the flames every few hours. It wasn't hard to get the fire roaring again, giving him something to do with his hands.
It was strange to be all alone. With not even Rhiannon at his side, he was alone with his thoughts - a dangerous place to be at times but especially today. Fortunately, as he drew his wand to begin lighting tapers to illuminate the space, the door behind him opened...
