The Dare of Dawn (Helga)

Rowena had been on her way to find Helga to vent her frustrations over a letter that had arrived rudely that morning when the house elf found her. Upon hearing that their librarian arrived, she picked up her skirts and high-tailed it to the room in question. As she neared the open doors she drew her wand. There wasn't time enough to call upon Godric or Salazar, she would simply have to handle this mysterious stranger herself. She was more than capable after all considering she was primely responsible for the building they all stayed in.

Head held high, Lady Ravenclaw swept into the room and zeroed in on Helga, her keen eyes focusing on the rather haggard-looking man. There was something about him that was both familiar yet foreign to her as she studied him. "Helga dear," she called with an odd tone of voice, trying not to alarm her best friend while at the same time trying to get her closer to her person and away from the man. "Can I have a word?"

Once Helga came close she reached out and tugged her even closer. 

"That isn't the new librarian darling lass. Mister O'Connell isn't coming. He sent me a letter that arrived this morning saying he had found another subject to study and thus couldn't take the position offered to him," she hissed under her breath all while keeping her eye on the interloper. "I don't know who that man is as I've never seen him before in my life. Perhaps you should go fetch Godric or Salazar while I handle this strange man."