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Posted: 5/22/2017 at 9:48 PM
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In the many years in which Helga and Rowena had been friends, Helga had never seen Ro so upset. It pained her to see it. So much of the time Helga leaned on her friend, too much she sometimes felt, because Rowena seemed so much stronger than she was. Helga had been through much in her own life, and as a result her self-esteem, which had never been high, had suffered a crushing blow. She felt like she would always need Rowena, and seeing her having such a breakdown frightened her.
"Yes, a castle," Helga agreed, her usual bright smile back on her face, "I know its not a lot to go on, but I was hoping, perhaps, that with all your travels you might know where we could find it."
Helga absently began smoothing her hand over Helena's fine hair, giving the toddler a warm grin. It always made Helga feel better to interact with the child. Helena was filled with such innocent, yet fiery spirit, it never failed to dispel Helga's doubt an despair.
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Godric listened intently to Rowena, his face serious and his hazel eyes completely focused on what she told him. He rubbed his scruffy chin as he thought about the description of the dream. It was true, he had travelled all over Europe and Asia, and had seen many castles along the way. He regarded Rowena with a cautiously curious look, careful to stand a good distance from her. He still felt moderately guilty for what had happened inside the tavern.
"Was there anymore to the dream?" he asked, "Even a detail that wasn't present everytime you had it? A symbol, or a coat of arms? Could you see any geography around it?"
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Posted: 5/22/2017 at 10:06 PM
Post #22
What had happened in the tavern was not okay. Rowena had very briefly let her wall, her strength fall. She kept her eyes on Helga for a few moments. Ro's sister had, indeed, been through much in her life. Some of the stuff, Ro didn't even know about. That part bugged her, but she knew that there had been parts of her own life that Helga still didn't know about. Like everything that had happened in her marriage. Helga, however, had truly suffered from Royston. She had been beaten down to the ground, and Rowena swore to herself that, if she ever saw Knickerworthy again, she'd kill him. She didn't care anymore; she'd downright murder him. She would grab the nearest sharp object and stab him in the back as he retreated, because it simply wasn't okay to harm someone that close to her, or even threaten to.
A brief image flashed before her eyes, of a strong man lying facedown on the floor, a flower of blood soaking his back, where a decorative dagger that had been hanging on the wall moments ago dug into him. His green eyes, usually so bright and lively, were now empty. Soulless. Gone. His medium-length brown hair sprawled lazily across his face. She remembered collapsing next to him, her hands shaking as she screamed for him to forgive her and held him close to her.
A dark feeling resonated within her and she forced herself out of the memory. That was, by far, one of the worst memories she had. She quickly turned around and faced the wall, pretending to be pacing so the pair wouldn't see any possible lasting effects the memory had on her expression.
"The castle was on the side of a cliff. I believe the cliff was pretty steep, almost a 90 degree angle, and had a lake down below. There was a forest on the opposite side of the castle. I never got to go very far into the castle, only just within the front doors, before I'd wake up. I do remember seeing two snakes engraved on the doors," she revealed. She had never really thought much of the snakes before. Almost forgot about it, really, but Godric's question revived it.
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Posted: 5/23/2017 at 1:18 PM
Post #23
Godric let his eyes drift upwards to the now dark sky, a habit he had when he really needed to think. He lost himself in the stars as he though about everything Rowena had now told him. Images and information about all the places he had been to, all the castles he had seen, flew across his memory at high speed. Due to his physique and joker personality, few ever gave him credit for being intelligent, but he had a first class memory and remembered little details very easily.
A cliff...a lake...and snakes... he pondered those details several times, and then it came to him. He immediately started laughing in earnest.
"Oh, oh thats just perfect," he managed to say through his giddy laughter, "The snakes! Don't you remember? It's one of the Slytherin family's properties. We've got to go see old Sally!" He dissolved into another fit of laughter at the thought. Oh, Salazar was going to loathe being disturbed. What fun!
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Helga had been so intent on calming herself by playing with Helena's hair, that she almost hadn't heard Rowena telling Godric about other details in the dream. She caught the last bit about the snakes on the door and something nagged at her in the back of her mind, but she ignored it. Probably nothing, anyway. She gazed at Godric with excited interest as he appeared to consider the possibilities in his mind. She just knew he would be able to solve the mystery...
As soon as Godric said the name Slytherin, Helga's entire body went cold. Her face went slack, her warm brown eyes wide and unfocused. Every memory she had ever had involving Salazar Slytherin played through her mind on a loop. His dark messy hair, his brilliant green eyes, the scowl that always seemed to be on his face, so different from herself. Yet, she had always felt drawn to him, had always wanted to learn more about what lurked beneath the surface. Perhaps that was why she had ended up with Royston, because in certain ways he had reminded her of the mysterious boy from her childhood. Of course, Royston had ended up being a completely traumatic disaster.
Quick as she could, Helga tried to dispel her shock, hoping that Godric's mirth, and Rowena's concentration would keep them from noticing. She put her cheery expression back on her face and clapped her hands together.
"Oh, goody," she said brightly, "It'll be like a reunion!"
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Posted: 5/23/2017 at 1:50 PM
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The wind whistled softly through the open window that Salazar sat at, staring out at the beautiful lake expanding below the cliff. His castle was gorgeous. For that, he was grateful. If he was going to live in peace, alone, where no one could or would find him, at least he was doing it in such a wonderful place. He didn't care for human interaction. If he ever got lonely, he had his basilisk in his chamber, his giant squid in his lake, and his dragon in his forest to spend time with.
This was the blissful life he had always dreamed of as a kid. Undisturbed. Rested. A garden out back to grow his food and ingredients for his potions. If he ever had the need for an ingredient he did not have, he would set out on a journey to find it. Helped him from going stir crazy, if it was possible to be so in such a large, magnificent castle. A castle that had once belonged to King Ulric Slytherin and his adoring wife, Queen Isolde Slytherin. A castle that once overlooked a state. An aspect that Salazar had destroyed with magic, and replaced with a beautiful forest.
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As soon as Rowena heard the name, she stared at Godric, previous shame forgotten, with her mouth slightly opened and her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're kidding," she tried. It was too strange. Too... Too weird. The four of them, acquaintances as children, brought back together due to a simple dream of a castle.
She watched his expression as he laughed, and soon realized that the laughter was true, and his words were not lies. "You're not," she gasped. "But, Godric, that's too uncanny! Too coincidental! The four of us who had trained under --- for years? Who had handed over most of our family's worth so we wouldn't have to become obscurials and die soon after killing a bunch of people? It's too uncanny. Conveniences like that simply don't happen. Besides, there's a good chance this dream means absolutely nothing," she pointed out.
Salazar and her had gotten along fine as children. That is, they barely ever spoke to each other. She glanced over at Helga and noticed a strange mixture of shock, pain, and interest that faded very quickly. Ro watched her for a moment or two in confusion, figuring she'll bring it up to her friend later. If at all. That was not a normal expression for Helga... Perhaps it was something she shouldn't mention, Ro decided.
She returned her gaze to Godric, still feeling ever irked by his long hair. Godric did not need long hair. Some guys looked okay with it. Some guys needed long hair. But Godric? No. That simply must get in the way of his fighting, she thought. She would definitely need to cut it, for his convenience, of course.
Edited By Creativity on 5/4/2018 at 7:54 AM.
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Posted: 5/23/2017 at 11:15 PM
Post #25
The laughter took a minute to subside and even after it had devolved into the odd chuckle, a goofy grin was still plastered on Godric's face. Oh, it was just too great. Here he was, standing with two women he hadn't seen since they were children, all so different after the events of their lives and yet also still the same, and now the last piece of the puzzle would be set into place. Mysterious, snooty Salazar.
"I am most definitely not kidding," he told Rowena, laughter still coloring his tone, "I don't know how to explain it myself, but the snake is the symbol of the Slytherin family. Not to mention I stayed the night there once." He scratched his scruffy jaw thoughtfully again, one reddish gold eyebrow arched.
"Now, he won't be happy to see us, but I can take the pair of you to talk to him if you'd like. Maybe after you see the castle and stand on the grounds you'll be able to figure things out a little better."
His multicolored eyes zeroed in on Helga very briefly while he spoke. There had been something there on her face, though it disappeared almost as quickly as he had noticed it and he was once again the cheery girl he remembered. He shrugged slightly to himself. It was likely nothing, and even less likely something he would understand. Rowena seemed to be fully capable of seeing to Helga's well being as well as Helena's.
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Posted: 5/23/2017 at 11:29 PM
Post #26
As Godric spoke, Rowena found herself briefly entranced by his eyes. Just for a moment, she watched those gorgeous irises drift along the sea of white in the eyeball. They moved easily, with grace and finesse. There was a bright tone to them, reflecting the mirth he was expressing. Wilmot's eyes were not nearly as pretty as Godric's. But, Wilmot was her husband, and she knew that she was probably not supposed to be eyeing other men while she was married. She subconsciously twisted her wedding band around her finger, something that Helga had tried to persuade her to take off. She did sometimes, but not always.
She tore her eyes away from Godric's, not wanting to disrespect the honor of her dead husband. "I expect you to take us to it. I didn't know that was even a question. After you take us, you will leave and let us deal with him on our own, yes?" she insisted, though it was more of a statement than an inquiry.
Beside her, Helena crouched down and began to pick some clovers with her free hand, her left hand still elevated and clutching her mother's. Rowena watched her, feeling a warm feeling rise within her. It had been a while since she had felt one of those. Though, of all of the gifts she had been given in her life, such as her beautiful diadem, her favorite blue dress, her marriage... The best gift she had ever been given currently had a bundle of clovers in the hand that was previously occupied by food.
Edited By Creativity on 5/24/2017 at 10:21 AM.
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Posted: 5/24/2017 at 12:34 PM
Post #27
(Timeskip! Weeeee!)
The castle loomed in the distance. It was a foggy evening, the twilight sky just starting to darken, the moon barely visible on the rise. It was much like Godric remembered it, he thought absently as they climbed the last hill to get to the main gates. Certainly a beautiful masterpiece of architecture, but he was hardly thinking of admiring the stonework. He was stilly grinning giddily at the prospect of disturbing Salazar from his solitude.
"Well, here we are ladies," he said, gesturing his arms grandly at the scene before them, "Now, I just need to let Salazar know we're here, though knowing the sly devil, he probably already knows."
Godric pulled his wand from an inner pocket of his coat and leaned forward to squint at the bricks near the gate. It took him a moment, but he found the one with the faint symbol of a snake, and he tapped it smartly. A ripple of energy seemed to emanate from the gate, undulating quickly towards the castle proper. With a smirk, Godric stowed his wand away and stepped back to stand next to Rowena.
"Now we wait."
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To the eyes of...well just about anyone, it was quite evident that Helga was not the type who was naturally inclined to much physical exertion. She was huffing and puffing by the time they crested the final hill. Dear little Helena had tried helping her along the way, taking Helga's hand and tugging her along. Helena was now back firmly beside her mother, while Helga leaned against a tree trunk and fanned her face. This was certainly not her thing.
"Its magnificent," she mused aloud softly, her doe eyes transfixed on the towers and the vast array of detailed work that had gone into the place. For a moment, she pictured Salazar, sitting in a vast room, hunched over a desk or a cauldron, his face a mask of concentration as he worked diligently on some new potion. Suddenly, it felt very real, the realization that she would be seeing him again smacking her full in the face.
"How long do you think he'll be?" she asked, just the smallest bit of anxiety creeping into her voice. She pushed herself hurriedly from the tree trunk, smoothing out her dress and running her hands through her frizzy hair, as though that would actually help.
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Posted: 5/24/2017 at 1:07 PM
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What a gorgeous night aready, Salazar thought to himself. He loved the darkness best, because he always felt comfortable. In hiding. Alone. That was always the best way to be. His brush gently stroked the canvas before him. He was painting a portrait of a knight, charming, brave, and daring. Pretty much all he did nowadays was paint and fiddle with his potions. He had invented many potions on his own in his free time, and had also almost died from testing a few of them on himself.
A sensation rippled through him, and he immediately sat upright. It couldn't be. The spell he had cast on his castle to alert him if there were humanoid being approaching... It was set off. He dropped his brush and palette and instantly rushed over to the wall, eyes wide. He glared out the window down at the four beings there. One of them pressed the special brick and clicked it. Salazar found himself even more bemused.
He squinted down at them, and immediately recognized the male as Godric. The moronic oaf that Salazar had allowed to stay in his castle one night, years ago, out of pure charity had brought more lonely travelers to stay. Salazar held back a bark of mad laughter. He simply wouldn't allow it!
With a frustrated noise, he grabbed the nearest broom and literally flew through the castle, which was something extremely dangerous, but he had mastered due to his quick reflexes. He reached the main gate within a few seconds and tossed his broom to the side while still in the air, landing gracefully on the floor and running to the door. He hesitated before opening it. What was he going to say to them? Was he going to shout? Glare?
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Salazar decided to just do whatever he wanted to. He opened the doors a wide berth and stood in the midst of the doorway, green eyes narrowed and surveying them. Godric, two vaguely familiar women, and a child. "Visitors are not allowed here," he growled at them through his harsh voice that was slightly hoarse from disuse.
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The long journey was not all that hard on Rowena. She noticed the toll it took on Helga and felt a slight twinge of remorse within her. Her friend had never been very athletically inclined. Even as children, Rowena was a bundle of energy, wanting to race with her friend, play-fight, climb trees, and more, but Helga preferred to sit to the side and watch Ro do the stuff instead. She was glad that her daughter, at the age of four, already had enough compassion to help her aunt when she was struggling, despite being very small herself. There had even been a few times during the journey where Rowena had been forced to carry her daughter, who had whined about her feet hurting.
Although she tried to avoid thinking during it, Rowena's mind was not very good at being empty. She found herself dwelling on what they were going to do what they got to the castle. The dream must have meant something, surely, if it was bringing the four childhood 'friends' back together for a meeting for an unknown cause. They had to do something with, or in Slytherin's castle.
"Maybe he's not here," she had just been beginning to suggest to Godric when Salazar silently opened the gates, standing in the midst of them with a look of absolute abhorrence on his face. Rowena's eyebrows lifted slightly as his foul tone. Same old Slytherin. "Well, lovely to see you, too, Salazar," she greeted him in a mirthless tone, making sure Helena was near her, hands fastened onto each other.
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Posted: 5/24/2017 at 3:22 PM
Post #29
Godric tried, and failed miserably, to get the broad grin off his face when Salazar appeared at the door. He knew that the wizard didn't appreciate being disturbed, though that made it all the more amusing to Godric. He personally didn't understand how someone could stand being so reclusive. Godric thrived on being around people. His charismatic charms always made him popular in crowds, not to mention his love of pranks and tricks. When Salazar glowered and spoke to them, Godric's grin went full bore again.
"Salazar!" he boomed merrily, throwing his arms wide, knowing how such a gesture would irk the other man, "So good to see you, old man! Don't you recognize my companions? They're our old tutoring friends. Rowena, her lovely daughter, and Helga." He indicated the plump which back behind them, and then took a step closer to Salazar.
"Now, I know you don't like visitors," he said, talking a mile a minute so the other wizard could barely get a words in, "But Rowena here would like to see the grounds at least if possible. She has a, er...special interest in your lovely abode." He chose not to divulge the details, so as not to incur Rowena's wrath for speaking out of turn.
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The seconds seemed to stretch into hours as they all waited for Salazar to appear. Helga had begun fidgeting with her apron. Right as she began to believe he wouldn't come, and feeling an odd mixture of relief and disappointment at the thought, he was suddenly there. The hair, the eyes, the scowl, it was all just as she remembered and then some. His face was angular, his chin slightly pointed, all of which gave him that wonderfully mysterious aristocratic look about him.
She was too stunned to speak, and simply stood there like a statue, staring at him in a most improper manner. It wasn't until Helena gave a light squeal, for she had seen a bat fly by, that Helga was startled out of her shock. She quickly turned her eyes to the ground and resumed her apron fiddling while Godric spoke to Salazar.
"We, um," she started softly, and then tried to clear her throat and begin again, giving Salazar the best smile she could muster, "We would be very grateful if you could show us around. Its, uh...good to see you, Salazar." Oh this was so unlike her, Ro was certain to notice. The very thought caused her cheeks to flush.
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Posted: 5/24/2017 at 5:29 PM
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Salazar held back yet another harsh bark of laughter at the fact that, of course, those were Rowena and little Helga. How ironic that the three people that he had been tutored with, the only three people still alive that knew he had magic, since their tutor had passed away not long after teaching them. That was not of Salazar's doing, he would swear. He may have killed with poison in his life, but he played no hand in their tutor's death.
His gaze swept across each and every person individually. First, he glared at Godric, who had, of course, brought them there. Salazar thought he had made sure Godric wouldn't ever come there again, but he supposed the buffoon was a sucker for damsels in distress. Then, his eyes scoured Rowena. She had grown up well, tall and slender with an intelligent, no-nonsense face. His eyes lastly travelled over to Helga. Short and plump, but with a sweetness to her face and features. She had a welcoming aura about her, a cheery disposition preceding her, though it seemed that for a moment, she was slightly less then cheery.
This time, Salazar did laugh. Not at Helga, but at the absurdity of them asking to enter his castle. "I don't give a bowtruckle's behind why you lot are here. I'm not going to allow you inside. No matter how fast you talk, annoyed you look, or polite you are. You all'd do best to just leave. I have nothing for you," he insisted and turned his back to them. He hesitated before closing the door, though.
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Rowena honestly didn't expect Salazar to react any differently. He was a loner, even as a child. He was the one that hated sparring, and hated any tutoring that involved pairing up with one of his classmates. He would have preferred to completely ignore everyone except the tutor. His voice was a cutting edge, sharp and venomous.
She glanced over at Helga, surprised to see her friend in such a state. Helga seemed anxious, stunned, frightened, even. Helga wasn't normally like that. Helga was just about always her cheery self, a bubbly bumble, as Rowena liked to say. Alliteration was key. She wasn't certain she'd seen those looks on Helga's face since the event with Royston had occurred. Royston had made Helga doubt herself. Was it possible that Helga could...? No, no. No. Simply not possible. Rowena decided to question her friend later on, since this seemed pressing enough to warrant questioning.
Her eyes floated to Godric, who was full of mirth from his interactions with Salazar. he had always been very charming, and charismatic. "Godric?" she inquired softly, her hand moving to the back of Helena's head. She waited for his slight nod before tapping gently on the back of Helena's head twice.
Immediately, the four year-old was set in motion. Salazar had hesitated before closing the doors. That was absolutely perfect. The rocket that was Helena soared past him, into the main room of the castle that laid just beyond its gate. Rowena couldn't help a small grin that appeared on her face as she watched her little bundle outwit the wittiest guy she'd met. The joy was short-lived, though, and she returned to her neutral expression.
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