10-07-2022, 05:00 PM
Godric frowned at the announcement that she had younger siblings. How old were they, that they were old enough to take care of themselves and their businesses but not attend school? Was that a show that she had very little faith in the endeavor, despite agreeing to work for the four of them?
Or maybe they needed the money that badly? If they owned the healing stall here in the trading post, surely that couldn't be the case. It was the only apothecary type place in all of Britain - outside of the shop in London, of course. Then again, a reputation like that might be hard to let go of.
However, if she cared for her siblings as much as she said, then why not give up her place as healer and send them, keeping the business for herself and those too young to attend?
Either way, it rubbed him the wrong way. There was nothing more important than magical education, as far as he was concerned. It was why, had Gwen not been an actual teacher, he would have pushed to have her attend in order to improve her own magical abilities. She wasn't completely inept but some studying from someone who would actually push her might make her work a bit harder than she had for their mother.
Godric nodded along with the explanation, suddenly realizing that this wasn't simple bar talk but actual in-depth chatting; get to know you chatter. After years of ducking women his brother had tried to marry him off to, he recognized the difference immediately. The hair on the back of his neck went up and parts of him shriveled automatically, telling him to get the hell out of there while he still could. He couldn't, though. He just couldn't do that to a staff member. And that's what he needed to remember - nothing could happen between them because they worked together - just like nothing could happen between him and Rowena. It could, too easily, ruin the school.
"How responsible of you," Godric said, looking around the bar again. For a moment, he almost wished a fight would break out. "I'm certain they appreciate it." He added, realizing that everyone in the place seemed dead tired at the moment and unwilling to rescue him. Damnation! Casting about for other topics to talk about, he made the gravest errors and asked, "So where did you learn to play?"
Double damnation!
Or maybe they needed the money that badly? If they owned the healing stall here in the trading post, surely that couldn't be the case. It was the only apothecary type place in all of Britain - outside of the shop in London, of course. Then again, a reputation like that might be hard to let go of.
However, if she cared for her siblings as much as she said, then why not give up her place as healer and send them, keeping the business for herself and those too young to attend?
Either way, it rubbed him the wrong way. There was nothing more important than magical education, as far as he was concerned. It was why, had Gwen not been an actual teacher, he would have pushed to have her attend in order to improve her own magical abilities. She wasn't completely inept but some studying from someone who would actually push her might make her work a bit harder than she had for their mother.
Godric nodded along with the explanation, suddenly realizing that this wasn't simple bar talk but actual in-depth chatting; get to know you chatter. After years of ducking women his brother had tried to marry him off to, he recognized the difference immediately. The hair on the back of his neck went up and parts of him shriveled automatically, telling him to get the hell out of there while he still could. He couldn't, though. He just couldn't do that to a staff member. And that's what he needed to remember - nothing could happen between them because they worked together - just like nothing could happen between him and Rowena. It could, too easily, ruin the school.
"How responsible of you," Godric said, looking around the bar again. For a moment, he almost wished a fight would break out. "I'm certain they appreciate it." He added, realizing that everyone in the place seemed dead tired at the moment and unwilling to rescue him. Damnation! Casting about for other topics to talk about, he made the gravest errors and asked, "So where did you learn to play?"
Double damnation!
