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Posted: 9/25/2017 at 3:45 PM
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There was nothing Helga enjoyed more than cooking. She had a definite flair in the kitchen,
and any excuse to cook for others was a welcome activity. Watching people eat her food with a smile on their faces was the best feeling she could imagine. She smiled pleasantly at Salazar.
"I'm sure I'll be able to find something," she told him, turning around to begin rummaging through the cupboards and the pantry. It certainly was sparse, but she would make do. When in doubt...soup.
She beamed warmly at darling little Helena when she volunteered to help. The little girl could often be found in the kitchen with Helga back home, learning how to cut vegetables and make bread. Helga could only shake her head slightly at Rowena's reprimand to her daughter, giving Helena a sly wink.
"Oh, Ro," she said, giving her friend an exasperated look, "Let her help. You know how much she enjoys it.
Take the boys into the dining hall and get them to tidy up." With that Helga turned her back on the rest and began instructing Helena up what was needed to prep dinner.
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As Rowena apologized, Godric good not help but feel another twinge of anger at whomever had brought her down to such a state. He knew there was no point in asking her what had happened. She'd just slap him again...or worse. So, he simply put on a wide grin and nudged her playfully with his elbow.
"No apologies necessary," he told her with a smirk, "Always loved when you'd knock some sense into me as kids. I had hoped it wouldn't be necessary once I'd grown, but alas it appears I was mistaken."
He let out a warm chuckle and glanced in Helga's direction as she began preparing dinner. Oh, it was sure to be delicious. Godric had many fond memories of little delightful snacks that Helga had prepared for them in their youth. His mouth watered just at the thought. When Helga made her request for a cleaning of the dining hall, Godric gave a dramatic salute in her direction, standing at attention.
"Yes, ma'am!" he responded enthusiastically, walking over and throwing his arm around Salazar's shoulders, "Come along, Sally. Lets go see what the damage is in there."
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Posted: 9/25/2017 at 11:36 PM
Post #42
Irritably, Salazar pushed Godric's arm off of him. He still wasn't at all used to human contact after his many years in isolation. Truth be told, this whole situation was frightening him a bit, not that he would ever admit it. He hadn't spoken a word to anyone save for himself in perhaps a decade, excluding also when Godric came to him that while back.
So yes, the entire situation had him on edge. Besides, what right did they have to barge into his castle over some silly dream? No right, that's what right. They did it regardless, though, and worse yet, he let them, all because of a silly little girl.
He glared at Godric. "If you don't mind, I would prefer to stay here," he hissed at his courageous, bold so-called friend of sorts. The closest thing he had, anyway. "But try not to ruin any of my stuff, will you? Some of that is older than your mother," he snapped almost childishly.
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Rowena debated on whether or not she should let her daughter stay. She refused to be a careless mother, that was for sure. Well... Perhaps, not letting her daughter have fun was careless in its own way? Fun was just as important, Helga would always say. And, Helga's recipes usually weren't too messy, were they? She let out a sigh and relented with a small nod.
"Alright darling. I suppose you can help your auntie," she agreed, planting a small kiss on her daughter's forehead. "But if you need anything, Helga's there, and I'll be in the other room, alright love?" she checked.
She absolutely despised the prospect of not being in the same room as her daughter. However, she trusted Helga. Helga was literally her sister, blood-related or not. She knew who her daughter would be with, so she was fine.
Helena stood on the counter to be able to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, mummy," she agreed, and then sat back down and began helping Helga.
A slight tightening feeling in her chest, Rowena watched her baby for a few seconds more, and then turned back to Godric. "That's it, then. Salazar dips out. Hopefully, Godric, you're as competent as my four year old is, though I know I may be testing your abilities a bit," she retorted.
Edited By Creativity on 9/25/2017 at 11:43 PM.
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Posted: 1/18/2018 at 7:28 PM
Post #43
A very mild smirk made its way onto Helga's face as she tried to conceal her triumph at getting Rowena to allow Helena to stay and aid her. Ro was always so overprotective when it came to little Helena. Helga understood why, of course, but she still worried about the effect it might have on the child in the long run, which is why she strived to be a more jovial influence on the little girl.
"We'll be fine, Ro," Helga said softly when her friend came to drop a kiss on Helena's head, "I promise." She winked a little, her smile bright as she turned back to focus on the kitchen.
She started to poked through the cupboards, risking a cautious peek into the pantry. She didn't expect there to be much in the way of meat if Salazar spent so little time in the kitchen, but there was a fair amount of veggies and enough spices that soup seemed to be the easiest solution. There was also more than enough flour and other ingredients needed to bake some fresh bread.
"Alright," she declared, rolling up her sleeves, "Salazar, if you are going to stay I'll have to insist on your participation. Would you mind chopping up some vegetables?" She could see how uncomfortable Salazar was at being put in this situation, but she could not have idleness in the kitchen. "And Helena? Would you try and find a soup pot for me, dear? I'm going to start on the bread." This was where Helga really shone, when she was in the kitchen.
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Godric allowed Salazar to disentangle himself with little fuss. He loved poking fun at the reclusive oddball, but he knew better than to push too far. Besides, it was time to get to work. Fun loving Godric may be, but he was also an extremely hardworking individual, though most people were unaware of this particular trait.
"Your stirring vote of confidence brings tears to my eyes, Rowena," he told her drily. He surveyed the dining room and his smile seemed to fade a little. It was almost worse than he had imagined, which was saying something since he was the only person who had been in the castle before.
"Wow," he said simply, glancing sideways at Rowena, "Well, we should probably start by cleaning the impressively thick layer of dust off of everything, yes?"
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Posted: 1/18/2018 at 11:30 PM
Post #44
For a few moments, all Salazar could do was look on in amazement as sweet, innocent little Helga, timid as a mouse, took control of everyone in the kitchen and was already barking orders. Well, not barking them, but suggesting them in a no-nonsense, listen-to-me-or-get-out-of-my-kitchen tone of voice. That tone of voice that reminded Salazar vaguely of the kitchen maid, Gweneth, that he had grown up with - a stern woman of seventy-some years that wouldn't hurt a fly outside of cooking, but became a complete overlord in the kitchens.
The little girl - Helena, he supposed her name was - was, actually, awfully cute. Although he'd never admit it, he had always had a soft spot for children. He didn't actually want any of his own, however. Rather, he would have liked to simply aid children whose parents were incompetent. He was certain that tall, proud Ravenclaw was plenty competent, so the Helena girl was probably fine. Especially with the watchful eye of Helga, at that.
He offered a simple nod to the witch as she instructed him, extracting his wand from his pocket, hand shaking slightly, and beginning to slice through the vegetables after laying them on a table. His magic cut cleanly through the greens, and he actually felt kind of proud of himself for doing something productive for other people, as odd as that felt.
However, his slight joy was rudely interrupted rather quickly as the toddler crossed to the cupboards to retrieve the soup pot as she was instructed. As she flung the doors open, there was an animalistic cry, and then some streak of mottled gray flew past the little girl. In response, Helena screeched an octave higher than Salazar had thought possible.
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Not wasting any time, Rowena whipped out her wand, feeling a sense of fulfillment at the feeling of the cherry wood in her hand. She remembered spending hours studying her magick again once she was freed from her husband, and never again would she take for granted how lovely it was to actually have full access to her wand. With a small smirk of agreement, she began to wave her wand over the furniture, the dust disappearing with each manual swipe.
Honestly, she didn't mind working with Godric. He really wasn't that bad of a guy - she just couldn't help but poke fun at him whenever the opportunity presented itself. Why, exactly? Because it was fun. And because he knew exactly the snippy remark to reply with, ninety-nine percent of the time. He was a strong man, but she wouldn't feel compelled to trust him with any more than she already had to. And that incessant ponytail would need to be cut off.
She glanced up at the high ceiling at one point. "My method's fine, but I don't suppose you know any fancy charms that could help us clean up there, would you, Godric?" she asked with a small sigh. Well, she knew something, but it wasn't quite ready yet. And it was all theory, too. She couldn't quite figure out some part of it, regardless of her variables.
That's when she heard her daughter scream. She balked, feeling all of the color drain from her face. She spared one panicked look at Godric before spinning around and bolting back into the kitchen. She came just in time to see a furry ball covered in silver rosettes make a magnificent jump onto a table and hide in a corner. Immediately, she grabbed her terrified daughter by the hand and pulled her close, keeping one hand on Helena's head as the little girl buried her face into her mother's legs and wept. Rowena glared between Helga and Salazar furiously. "Two minutes!" she exclaimed. "I was gone for two minutes, and my daughter is attacked! What in the name of Morgana is going on here!?" she demanded.
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Post #45
Helga's place was in the kitchen, there was no denying it and anyone who had the privilege to see her in her element would agree. She became a different person when surrounded by pots and pans, fruits and veggies, sugar and spices. She felt a confidence that was often missing in the rest of her life. The kitchen was her sanctuary, and that was alright with her. What else did she need?
"Salazar once you finish the veggies could you fill the pot Helena is grabbing and drop them in there with some water?" she inquired with barely a glance over her shoulder.
Bread was one of the few things Helga believed was better cooked without magic. There was something different about the taste when you kneaded and shaped it with you own hands. It was soothing in a way that simply waving a wand couldn't achieve. She had just finished mixing the yeast in and covered it, turning around as she wiped her hands on her apron. She would let the bread sit for a moment while she checked on Salazar and...
"Helena!" Helga shouted almost as soon as the young girl screamed. She made to grab for Helena, but Rowena was already in the kitchen shouting at the lot of them.
Helga was used to this, and took no offense to being berated for what was clearly not an emergency situation. Instead, she turned her attention to the creature that had escaped from the cupboard that young Helena had opened. It was grey and about the size of a large cat, huddled in a far corner of the kitchen eyeballing them all with fear. She felt like she knew what she was looking at, but the information was alluding her.
"Ro, shes fine," Helga told her friend simply, "She just had a bit of a scare. Godric do you recognize this? I feel like I've heard of something like this before."
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Godric was happy to follow Rowena into the dining room. As much as he appreciated the delights of a well stocked kitchen, he was useless when it came to actually preparing food. Even on his own travels when he was forced to feed himself it was very poorly executed and often tasted terrible. Helga was nothing short of and artist and he knew that tonight would be one of the better meals he'd had in a while.
Hmmm..., he quietly pondered when Rowena asked about how to clean the ceiling, giving it some serious thought...until...
"Well," he said out loud, a large grin breaking out on his face, "I could always levitate you up there with a broom?" He knew he had probably earned another slap, but his big, stupid smile did not fade as he waited for her response.
Before either of them could do or say anything else, however, there came a loud screech from the kitchen. Rowena was gone before he could even blink, and he was close after her, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest at the sound of the child in distress. He tried to shake it off as they entered the kitchen to discover Helena unharmed, putting his grinning mask back on his face before anyone could notice he'd been rattled. Helga's question gave him an excuse to think about something else.
"I have seen my share of magical beasts," he said, "And if I'm not mistaken I believe that there is a Kneazle. Salazar, would you agree?"
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Posted: 4/29/2018 at 7:07 PM
Post #46
After he recovered from the initial shock of the child's scream, Salazar figured not to provoke the angry mother that rushed in afterwards. So, he chose to ignore her anger instead and just bent down to retrieve a soup pot. Since Helena had been interrupted in her task, he took over, and even dropped the vegetables in, as had been instructed by the blonde witch. He was quiet as he used his wand to wordlessly conjure up water - his lack of wanting to speak lately had moved him to practicing more with nonverbal spells.
It was only after he used his wand to cause stirring in the water that he chose to spare a glance at the creature that had caused the commotion to begin with. He frowned, but quickly returned his attention to the food. In truth, he had very little concern about the cat-like creature which, as Godric identified, was a Kneazle.
He was unsurprised that there was a Kneazle in his kitchens. Actually, he wouldn't be very shocked if there were more creatures lurking throughout his castle. It wasn't like he actually cared for the state of the rest of the castle. It was his home, his hovel, and all that mattered was that it remained his.
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The knowing look on Helga's face actually managed to quiet some of Rowena's rage. She loosed a breath and lifted her daughter up onto her hip. Her chin raised in defense as she glared out at the rest of them. She was glad, at least, that Salazar didn't seem to care. She hadn't meant to cause a scene, really.
"I was not aware this castle was such a dangerous place," she tossed, her pride restraining her from apologizing, as she knew she probably should have done. It had taken enough out of her to apologize to Godric earlier; they couldn't actually expect her to apologize twice in one day, could they? The very thought nauseated her. She was Rowena Ravenclaw, and admitting regret was not something she was prone to do.
Quickly, she regained herself and glanced over at Godric with as much irritation as she could muster - which was quite a lot, let it be known. "It doesn't matter what that creature is. My child was still attacked," she sniffed indignantly. "Godric, if you're anything as brave as you claimed to be when you were young, I think you should take it upon yourself to be the personal exterminator of pests here," she added, but then paused as she remembered his earlier comment. "And the moment you cause my feet to leave the floor, my dear boy, is the moment I tear your throat out through your teeth," she grinned, satisfied.
Helena, for her part, had calmed down from her initial fright some. She was enjoying being held by her mother so, and began absentmindedly playing with her mum's braid.
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Posted: 4/29/2018 at 11:00 PM
Post #47
In the back of her mind, Helga was still conscious of dinner prep, but she noticed Salazar finish grabbing the pot and putting the veggies on to boil. She gave him a fleeting, grateful smile and then turned her attention back to the others. She had been with Rowena long enough to not let her overprotective parenting instincts scare her. There were reasons behind Rowena's actions, reasons the others could only guess at, and so she was content to let Rowena wear herself out ranting at them all. Until...
"Rowena!" shouted Helga, her timid nature disappearing for the moment as she spun around and stare at her friend in shock and indignation, "No one will be exterminating anything here. Helena is unharmed and the kneazle did not attack her." Helga faltered slightly, her spontaneous courage leaving as quickly, and she could feel her cheeks getting warm. "Anyway, I'm sure Helena scared it as much as it scared her."
Quickly casting her brown eyes downward, Helga turned back to the creature in the corner. It really did look rather frightened, though it seemed to be trying to maintain some of its dignity. Not unlike Rowena, Helga thought ironically. She left her friend to try and deal with her temper and squatted down closer to the kneazle.
"Its alright," she said very softly, holding her hand out very cautiously, "I promise no one is here to hurt you.
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Seeing that Helena was safe and unharmed, and did in fact seem to have forgotten her whole ordeal, Godric could feel the tension draining out of his body. He was able to give some more notice to the kneazle. It seemed to be on the smaller side so probably a juvenile. Its color and pattern were rather striking and unlike any he had seen before. He wondered if it was a purebred kneazle or a crossbreed. He would have to examine it later...
When Rowena made her declaration about wanting the creature exterminate, Godric's multicolored eyes snapped in her direction and he opened his mouth to protest...but Helga beat him to it. He watched in surprise as the short witch stood up for the small kneazle, but it was short lived. He decided not to crack a joke about it once Helga had turned her back to them and instead turned his gaze back to Rowena.
"Rowena," he said, in as mild a tone as he could, "I'm sure theres no need to go to such an extreme. Kneazles are normally extremely docile, and in fact can be exceptionally useful creatures. I'm sure even you can see the logic in letting it live." Appealing to her intellect, he hoped, would placate her long enough to calm herself down. He did not know the details as he was certain Helga did, but he too understood that Rowena was simply reacting in the only way she could.
"Besides, love," he said congenially, "You would have been the picture of perfection floating around the dining room." He winked at her and then reached out to lightly tickle young Helena.
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Post #48
Although Salazar had not been facing the rest of the group, it would have been a gruesome assumption to declare that he had not at all been listening. In fact, he had been listening very intently, though he bothered not to engage in the conversation. After all, words hardly mattered to him. Even when he was young, he preferred to be alone than to be having a discussion with others. When they were all tutored together, he avoided acknowledging the other three as best as he could, but he never did fully ignore them.
And so, as he listened intently to the more sociable of the group, he was taken aback by Helga's sudden outburst. So much so, in fact, that he actually turned to face the other three magickers. He stared at Helga for a solid three seconds, the shock and amazement clouding his face matching everyone else's expressions.
When he regained himself, he laughed. Actually, truly laughed - mind, an action he had not done in many years. He laughed and shook his head as he watched Helga. "Gorgeously astounding!" he exclaimed, and then applauded.
Genuine happiness lifted his face as he watched the compassionate woman stand up to the ever-so-intimidating Ravenclaw (or so, the towering woman would like to think). He leaned back against the counter and let his arms cross loosely over his chest.
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Sometimes, Rowena forgot just how scary her closest friend could be. How assertive she could be, if she truly wanted. So, when Helga stormed on her after one of her nonchalantly apathetic comments, she was astonished. Some part of her mind told her that she needn't underestimate Helga - hadn't she learned that by now, surely? - but she was too shocked by her friend's outburst to really acknowledge the know-it-all voice in her own head.
She shook her head from one side to the next, just once, to clear her thoughts. "No extermination, then," she agreed, and held up one hand in surrender, since her other hand was still wrapped around her daughter. Helena herself hadn't been paying enough attention to the others to notice, but she did feel her mother flinch. Of course, she was too preoccupied with Godric's tickling to acknowledge it or be scared.
Rowena shot Godric a glare at his feeble attempts to reason with her. He was awful with logic, she thought irritably. But at his continuation of their choppy banter, a grin slid back onto her face and she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like you know anything about perfection," she scoffed.
Returning her attention to her mother, Helena began to kiss Rowena's cheek, over and over, in the same spot. After eight or so, Rowena became irritated with the action and the wetness on her face. She frowned and shifted so she was holding Helena by the waist. Shaking her head, she pushed the child towards Godric. "I haven't the patience to deal with her childish antics," she muttered in annoyance.
She had been so preoccupied with Helga's sudden standing-up-to-her that she hadn't even listened to what Salazar had said until it registered afterwards and she shot him an odd look.
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Posted: 4/30/2018 at 1:36 AM
Post #49
Helga could hear Rowena speaking behind her, and she was relieved to hear that her friend was finally calming back down. She was about to relax fully when she suddenly heard Salazar's exuberant reaction to her outburst. Her entire face flushed bright red she knew, her cheeks felt on fire, and she gave him a startled look. His smile is what kept her from seeming entirely timid and frightened, it was something she had forgotten he did sometimes and it made him look very charming. She gave him a very small, though slightly shaky, smile in return.
She shifted her entire attention to the small creature in front of her. It seemed to be deciding it could trust her and was coming very slowly out of the corner and into the light. He (or she, Helga thought absently, though it seemed like it was a boy) was beautifully colored. A very pale silver, like moonlight, covered in darker grey spots that looked like roses.
"Well aren't you a sight," Helga said to it, reaching the rest of the way to try and stroke his fur, which was incredibly soft and silky, "Now how did you get in here?"
When she finally stood back up, it was with the kneazle in her arms. She wandered back over to the kitchen counter, avoiding looking at anyone for the moment. She reached up to find a small saucer and then used her wand to summon what she hoped was unspoiled cream from the icebox. She set the kneazle down on the floor at the end of the counter with the saucer and watched, satisfied, while the little critter started lapping it up with vigor.
"There you are," she said to him, "I think we'll call you Silver." With a final pat on the little thing's head, she turned back to her bread. "Salazar, could you stir the soup pot?" Just like that, she put her outburst behind her and tried to act like it had never happened.
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Godric would never admit to anyone but himself, but more often than not in his life he felt terribly lonely. When they were kids they had each other, even Salazar, but even since then he'd been on his own. Well, except for...but no, he wasn't going to think about that, not now. Anyway, the point was that for the first time in a very long time he felt happy and laughter was coming easier. His bantering with Rowena, Helga's kindness, Salazar's glared, all of it was something he realized he had been missing.
"Oh, dearest," he said to Rowena, stopping his tickling of Helena for a moment, "Perfection is my middle name." He flashed a big, bright smile at her, sparing a glance in Helga's direction, thrilled to see that dinner was back on track.
Meaning to continue ribbing Rowena, Godric's plans were interrupted when he suddenly found himself holding young Helena. For a brief moment he froze, holding her as though she were a dangerous object, dozens of different memories and emotions flying through his mind. It was when Helena graced him with a smile that he shook himself out of it and he kept himself in the here and now to enjoy the trust that Rowena had bestowed on him. He grinned at the little girl and tickled her ribs a little more.
"Hey, little darling," he said to her, "Why don't you come help me set the table, hm?"
Edited By Britters on 4/30/2018 at 1:37 AM.
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Turning back to the soup, Salazar did as he was instructed. "There are probably more beasts I am unaware of here," he threw over his shoulder before he did, though. Admittedly, he had become slightly more comfortable than he was when his old acquaintances first came to visit. In spite of this, he wouldn't deny that he couldn't wait for the moment he was alone again and could return to his dungeons, with his elixirs and ingredients, and create something new.
Briefly, his mind flashed to his father, the kind - albeit, a bit crazy - man who everyone seemed to love. He encouraged magick, and when rearing his only son, had only magick users in his castle. And what a full castle it was! Salazar remembered standing on his tiptoes to try to see what his father was doing with those funny-looking bottles on that table there. His father had laughed and taken him onto his lap to teach him potions.
Yes, Salazar reminisced with a frown, this castle was once alive and bustling with life. There was always something magickal going on, whether it was the newly enchanted paintings, the dishes floating about the kitchens as dinner would be prepared, or the magickal pets that would float about.
He loosed a sigh and returned to the present moment. "You are more than welcome to take that one when you lot leave here tomorrow," he added to Helga.
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In spite of herself, Rowena couldn't hide a wince at the nickname he used now. He could call her 'love' all he wanted, in that charmingly Scottish way of his. He could call her 'darling'. But not 'dear' and the likes. A wispy voice floated through her mind. '...But, dear, I want you to cut off ties to Helga...' It took everything she had not to indulge the rage that bubbled up within her, so she just clenched one fist and breathed deeply for a moment. To her extreme fortune, it seemed that Godric was too preoccupied with Helena to notice, Helga with that wretched kneazle, and Salazar with stirring the soup.
She shook off the memory and followed him back into the dining room. "No, my darling Godric, as much as you wish it, you are not perfection," she retorted. As Helena giggled at his tickling, though, a surge of motherly warmth surged through her and she took no time in indulging her new desire to plant a kiss on the sweet girl's head.
"She is," she murmured into her daughter's hair before pulling back, a genuine smile on her face as she watched Helena's expression light up at his suggestion and she clapped her chubby little child hands enthusiastically.
Edited By Creativity on 4/30/2018 at 10:54 AM.
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