Chance Encounter As Planned (Godric)

Godric wanted to roll his eyes. He didn't understand at all but if she wanted to do things the hard way...he was just trying to offer - be nice for a change but apparently, the only use he had as far as she was concerned was to play tricks on and to come to her rescue.

It could be that he was still agitated from the fight and roaring for another one. Or he was hurting and ready to snap at anything that challenged him. It's what wild animals did and his brother had always accused him of being half-wild.

Well maybe if he hadn't been raised to fight for his life, he might have been more refined as Gifford was. Ass.

This line of thought was not helping his temper one bit. Nor did the tightly clenched fingers on his hand as he tried to control the nerves that were strung quite tightly right now.

Fortunately, they exited the edge of the trading post and crossed onto Hogwarts' grounds. While normally, he'd retreat to his hunting cabin to splint his fingers and try to fix his teeth, he doubted that the school's healer was going to let him off the hook so easily. Thus, he walked - well, stomped up the walkway to the castle, keeping her in sight to make sure she made it back. Head injuries could be so tricky...