12-30-2021, 04:54 PM
Godric, of course, had a dagger of his own but when she offered it so kindly, it seemed rude to refuse her. And no reason to scare her with the fact that he was armed and might be able to hurt her. With all that she had been through, it could very well be the thing that drove her off. While it would be unimaginable that a man like him would be roaming the countryside without some sort of protection, she had already seen his wand so she might thing that was protection enough. No reason to disprove the idea.
He nodded at her gratitude, feeling that it was the least he could do for her sharing the fire. She might make an excellent student for his house and yet he could see some softness that might make her very welcome under Helga's wing. He supposed that the Sorting Hat would make the final decision but he had to admit wondering which of her traits would speak loudest to his old hat.
Godric had taken a few bites of the rabbit, finding the herbs Helga had suggested quite a wonderful companion to the juicy meat. And the way he had cooked it, the tasty flesh ripped right off the bone. Perfect timing, if he said so himself - which he did. At least in his head.
"Ah, that. I wondered when you might ask me that." He said, taking a strip of the meat and setting it beside him for Rhiannon to take. She had to have her supper too, after all. "What would you say if I told you that the place that my friend is building is for people like you? People who have magic that causes disruption. Were I to take you there, you could learn to control it better and perhaps learn to do more than just explode things or set it aflame. If you're going to be a witch, which you are one, might as well know how to use that magic in your blood.
"It would mean no more running, no more having to find a new place every time you have an outburst of magic. It would be somewhere that you could be free to live your life for a few years and learn who and what you are, safely."
He nodded at her gratitude, feeling that it was the least he could do for her sharing the fire. She might make an excellent student for his house and yet he could see some softness that might make her very welcome under Helga's wing. He supposed that the Sorting Hat would make the final decision but he had to admit wondering which of her traits would speak loudest to his old hat.
Godric had taken a few bites of the rabbit, finding the herbs Helga had suggested quite a wonderful companion to the juicy meat. And the way he had cooked it, the tasty flesh ripped right off the bone. Perfect timing, if he said so himself - which he did. At least in his head.
"Ah, that. I wondered when you might ask me that." He said, taking a strip of the meat and setting it beside him for Rhiannon to take. She had to have her supper too, after all. "What would you say if I told you that the place that my friend is building is for people like you? People who have magic that causes disruption. Were I to take you there, you could learn to control it better and perhaps learn to do more than just explode things or set it aflame. If you're going to be a witch, which you are one, might as well know how to use that magic in your blood.
"It would mean no more running, no more having to find a new place every time you have an outburst of magic. It would be somewhere that you could be free to live your life for a few years and learn who and what you are, safely."
