FAD!
Title: Contest
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Characters/Pairing: James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter
Summary: Three of the lads decide who can get the most girls by Hogsmeade.
Word Count: 1052
Author's Notes: The song is The Cave by Mumford & Sons. Since it was not mine originally, I did not count it in for points.
Registered purchases?: Both.
“A duel, then.” Sirius Black slammed his fist into the desk. “James Potter, I don’t care who they are. What House they are. What age they are. I will have more girls claim to be interested in me than you for next Hogsmeade.”
James just glared at his friend. “Fine. Remus, Peter, either of you in on this?”
Peter’s eyes grew large. “N-no, not me! I can be your scorekeeper!”
Remus smirked. “And what, exactly, is the prize for the winner or punishment for the losers?”
James glared back at Sirius. “A dozen chocolate frogs, two favors, a chore, and homework for a week.”
Sirius looked haughty. “And you have to kiss Smelly Mel. On the lips. In a public place such as a hallway at the minimum.”
Peter cringed. Even he wouldn’t kiss Smelly Mel if he could avoid it.
Remus smiled sweetly. “Any other rules?”
“Girls are fickle!” Sirius barked. “Only the first bloke to get the admission gets the girl, they would probably be willing to go with any guy.”
Remus nodded. “In that case, I’m in too. When is the end date and do we start now?”
“Two weeks Friday.” James stated.
“And yes.” Immediately Sirius went to grab his toiletries to go preen in the shower. He planned to look as dark and mysterious as possible and brood. The girls loved a bad guy and he was going to play the part to a t. In fact he grabbed parchment and owled a friend who was no longer at Hogwarts to send him some Muggle cigarettes just so he could look even more bad ass. He would show up to classes late, not do his schoolwork, and be mouthy.
James had a different set of tactics. He knew that girls loved a jokester. He planned plenty of practical jokes, mostly on Remus and Peter since there was always one person who felt pity for the jokee instead of the joker. That and it would throw a few girls their way so at least they wouldn’t be too upset with him when all was said and done. There was always Snivellus to torture later as well, though he would rather wait a bit longer and do that with the lads if at all possible. Standing up he grabbed his spellbook that had a good bit of practical joking in it and headed right for the library. He had to plot in silence.
Remus simply waited and watched. He knew exactly what tactics his yearmates were going to use. He decided to do something neither of them, nor Peter, would expect. Sitting at his desk he removed a ream of parchment and began to write.
Over the next several days Peter watched as Sirius and James battle for girls affection, slowly moving them one by one from ‘some girl’ to ‘wanting to snog’. At the end of the first week they were in a dead heat of seven apiece. Remus had one.
“Oh come on, Remus!” Sirius jabbed at his friend who was still writing at the desk with at least a dozen pieces of parchment in the rubbish bin at his side. “One? That’s quite pathetic.”
Remus glanced over his shoulder. “There is a method to my madness and if you don’t understand it all the better for me.”
Peter laughed, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He was sure Remus, who always seemed so unsuspecting, was up to something. Though what it was, he had no idea except that it involved the perfect poem. Remus had asked him a few times for his opinion on if something was rhyming or not and what could fit better. Maybe he would have a recital and play the sensitive type.
Another week passed. It was down to the eleventh hour. James had worked his way up to a dozen ladies, Sirius had a baker’s dozen. James was working on Lily Evans, though he wasn’t entirely sure why as the girl was so mean sometimes. Sirius stood near the doorway smoking a cigarette and watching the girls go by through his dark lashes and occasionally speaking to one of them who he thought would swoon for him.
Without any visibile warning a group of students came trailing into the Great Hall by ones and twos and the occasional group of girls who were all giggling. James and Sirius perked up, fully ready to pick off girls in the packs once they wandered off.
A few minutes Remus came rushing in carrying a guitar. “Sorry I’m late!” He moved and sat on a table in front of the group. “My roommates can be pigs and I had to find my music.” Remus swung the guitar up onto his knee and picked at a few strings, pretending to tune it. That he had really done hours before just to be prepared. Once ready he began to pick out a melody and began to sing. AT the completion of the song he explained his inspiration, which happened to be a very popular fashion witch. One of the girls giggled and called that she was wearing that witch’s new line at that very moment. Remus continued to sing different songs on various topics but he made sure to include those with witty lyrics, themes of loyalty and passion, and someone who was ambitious and went for the best. He held out the best song for last, naturally.
“This song I wrote when thinking of my ex. I cared for her deeply, but she cheated on me and then dumped me for him.” A soft, haunting melody filled the air as the collective crowd leaned closer.
“Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again”
At the completion the crowd clapped wildly, cheering for more. “Thank you.” Remus ducked his head slightly as if to bow. “I’m sorry, that one really upsets me. Please, tell Peter anything you’d like to tell me!” Quickly he stood and rushed out of the Great Hall. A flock of girls immediately went over to Peter and cooed about how they’d just LOVE for Remus to take them out somewhere special.
James and Sirius stood at the back of the Great Hall with their jaws dropped. “Fucking brilliant,” James stated.
“Too right, mate.” Sirius nodded. “We’re going to have to go buy chocolate frogs now, you know.”
“Have fun with Smelly Mel!”
1052/30=35
Title: Tryouts
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Albus Potter and a herd of OCs
Summary: Albus feels alone and left out at school. There is only one thing to do, join the Quidditch team.
Word Count: 958
Author's Notes: Ug, so ran out of time. Also may or may not have used names of my coworkers for the characters!
Registered purchases?: both
Albus Potter sat quietly in the back of the room. His older brother, naturally, had a thousand friends. He sighed, he was alone again. The people in Gryffindor were nice, of course, but he was having trouble fitting in. He knew he could have easily gone to any of the other Houses and was currently wondering if that would have been better. He knew he had courage, but he never found someone he wanted to use it towards. It was two months in to the school year and he had acquantinces from class and of course his yearmates, but they tended to leave him alone and go their own ways.
Standing, he walked towards the Quidditch Pitch. He knew he was going to do the one thing his brother could not (or maybe just had not). He was going to make the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He was a bright beater when he played with the family and felt very much that he should be the one to carry on the family Quidditch Legacy. It was stress he put on himself, however, and wanted to accomplish so much just to prove himself. He wanted to be his own man and if Fiegel didn’t see that he was a fool. Albus picked up his bat, yes his. He brought his from home as well as a bludger that was charmed to return to him when he called it so he could practice hitting it without ever losing it. His mum had the coolest equipment from the Harpies and that was just one of the little things.
Swinging on to his broom, he kicked up into the air. He tossed the bludger. If the balls could have personalities and feelings he would say this one was having a particularly angry day as it was flying in at him hard and with a rapid pace which kept him on his toes. All was going well until he thought he heard something and looked over his shoulder. That moment of distraction was all the bludger needed and went directly at his solar plexus and knocked him off his broom. If that didn’t knock the wind out of him, the impact with the ground did. Luckily he wasn’t too high off the ground, and the bludger charm worked brilliantly and dropped to the ground by the bat and waited without continuing to ‘attack’ him.
The only thing truly hurt was Albus’ pride. He had a rather hefty bruise to boot but he wouldn’t mention that to anyone. He packed up his things and went back inside. He would continue to practice every day until try outs just to make sure he was ready.
“Well, it’s that time everyone.” Fiegel stood there and gazed out over the tryout hopefuls. “I’m aware that some of you have been quite dedicated to your practices, I know there have been some pick up games along the way.” He looked pointedly at Albus, though he said nothing about individual practices. “Don’t think that it hasn’t been noticed. If you’re willing to work that hard on your own, I’m sure that you’ll work just as hard for me once the season kicks off. So Chasers first, into the air for drills. Don’t hold back, either, because I’ll want to see your best shots at me when the time comes.”
Tryouts went on for some time with various groups in the air with or without others just to showcase skill. James, who was a chaser hopeful, did very well and made the first cut. Albus made the first cut for beaters, but there were still six of them. Beaters and Chasers were in the air at the same time and were playing a scrimmage of sorts. It didn’t take Dan Fiegel long to realize that James was purposely getting in the way of every bludger to make more work for the beaters. It also didn’t take him long to see that Albus was hitting every single one away not only from his brother and those on his team, but he had amazing aim. He was the quiet kind, the one who was willing to do the work and thrived off of the praise. He was shy now, but with a little development and opportunity he would undeniably become someone who was a top notch player.
“POTTER!” Fiegel bellowed as James threw a particularly bad quaffle just to be in the path of a bludger. James and Albus looked at Fiegel, waiting. Janna, a bright seeker potential went diving in front of all of them chasing a snitch. A bludger picked her up and trailed her, the whistle of the air moving around them was evident. Without waiting, Albus too picked up the dive and was heading straight for the ground. He had no way of knowing which way the snitch would go, but he knew that Janna couldn’t be left to be hit when she wasn’t wearing any pads. The snitch took a turn which worked for Albus, and with a quick move he was able to swing his bat down behind Janna and get a firm strike at the bludger which went cracking away. Janna caught the snitch and pulled up, quite startled by all the noise behind her.
“THERE IS ONLY ROOM FOR ONE POTTER ON MY TEAM. NOT YOU. NOT TODAY.” Fiegel swung an arm at James and then pointed to the locker room, dismissing him. He would end up keeping Albus and Janna. After months of not having a single person even say ‘hello’ to him, he had a new set of friends. The entire Quidditch Team spent much of their time together and it was this comraderie that lead them to win the Cup that year.
958/30=32
Title: Twist
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Godric, Salazar, and Rowena
Summary: from a Saturday Special, where characters switched roles. What would happen if it was Godric Gryffindor who left Hogwarts?
Word Count: 1046
Author's Notes: This was painful, tbh.
Registered purchases?: both
“Turn away, Little Lion Man. Run out the door while you still have the time.” Salazar Slytherin stood in the doorway while Godric Gryffindor carefully packed his things. After all the time they had spent with Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric was leaving. It was natural that each of them had looked for different things in their students. Salazar’s love of pure blood was too much for Godric to handle anymore. He couldn’t stand the fact that a person would be picked just because of their family. His own family disowned him years ago and it was simply luck that allowed him to live the long prosperous life that he did.
“You make up all these excuses. All these things that aren’t there, Godric. You have to quit getting so much into your own head. I thought you were supposed to be bold and brave. Face me you hot headed fool. Don’t walk away from this, it’s in your head and not in reality! Come on now! You’re just fixing problems that aren’t there in the first place. I know it’s more than me or you, but certainly you must feel obligated to stay.”
Godric kept packing. He knew that Salazar had more than one friend walk away from him in a similar manner and totatlly and entirely understood why the others did it at this point. HE didn’t care that he was leaving the school and so many bright students. One of his own protégés was there and fully capable of teaching as well as Godric. In fact, he could probably teach better. Sometimes Godric got too lost in the old ‘war stories’ to be useful. Dueling did that to a man, got their head in the clouds a bit. It was a good thing he had ceased drinking around the students or things could have gone poorly at one point or another. The bags finished packing and shrinking and fit comfortably into a rucksack that Godric then picked up. “Salazar.” He nodded at his former friend and moved to walk down the stairs.
Salazar watched as the other man walked away, wondering where that bravery he once saw had gone to. With a quick movement, he went to Rowena. “Will she follow him?”
“Helena?” Rowena cocked he head thinking. “In time, I’m sure. She’s a young, willful girl. She’s smart enough to track him young enough to be willful to do so without thought. She will be relentless.” Tears formed in Rowena’s blue eyes, knowing full well what the situation would turn into.
“I’m sorry.” He said meekly. “It was my fault and I knew that it would be your heart to be hurt the worst and still I ruined it. Helena will leave and you will be broken and there is little I can do. Little indeed.” Salazar looked out the tower window, seeing the red form move across the green meadow and then into the dense forest.
“And you’re sure he won’t come back?”
“He will not. He is too stubborn, even if he makes things up, he will not back down if he feels that he is right. I can’t fix the problem, Rowena, but I can find someone who will be as driven and cunning as I am to follow your daughter and assure that she returns here should she get away from us. I have sent him on many tasks, I’m sure you remember him.”
Rowena turned to look at her older friend, realizing that he would pass the assignement off due to simple age. “The Baron?”
“Yes.” He nodded, bald head shining in the evening light. “He is from a line that took secondary jobs as trackers, hunters, and assassins. If there is anyone with the skill set to find her some day, it will be him.”
Rowena nodded sadly. Although Godric would still have been ten years Helena’s senior (which was not so bad in wizarding terms as they live a good bit longer) she was smitten with him. She would undoubtedly leave when she realized that Godric’s departure was not due to some daring quest to save students and bring them to the castle. The rumors would start almost instantly when Denton wasn’t sure what to cover. Almost always in the past Godric had left some kind of instructions for the younger man, some line of thought to follow until he returned. Not this time. This time everything would end up in Denton’s hands.
Helena was smart and beautiful. She was bright and talkative and enjoyed hearing the stories of adventure that the other founder had. He would tell her of trips on the high sea and journeys into caves deep. He would tell her anything and everything just to get a smile. He saw her as a sister and nothing more, doubly since his own family was so distant that the people he got closest too he wouldn’t let go.
It would end poorly, of course. Helena would grow more and more quiet the longer he was away. She would fall into a length of silence that might last for days. Not even trips into the forest to gather herbs with Helga would urge her to speak if no note came back from Godric. She would fall into a state of anger and defiance, still with no speaking, when she realized that her mother and her mother’s best friend were the cause of his departure. It would only be a matter of time at that point before she would make her escape, though the doors were always open.
When Helena did leave, it would only until sunrise before the Baron was summoned. He would show within a day with is “hounds” and they would begin the hunt. Helena would be willful and stubborn. The Baron would only understand Salazar’s side and would only feel his own heart ache that a girl so beautiful and so close to his own age would want that sword wielding prat.
It was some time later when Salazar finally did leave Ravenclaw’s Tower and found himself in his own dungeon of sorts. A note lay waiting for him, written in Godric’s red ink with the lion seal in gold wax. He tossed it aside immediately and into the fire.
1046/30=35
35+32+35=102+30=132 Points for Kerri of GRYFFINDOR
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Characters/Pairing: James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter
Summary: Three of the lads decide who can get the most girls by Hogsmeade.
Word Count: 1052
Author's Notes: The song is The Cave by Mumford & Sons. Since it was not mine originally, I did not count it in for points.
Registered purchases?: Both.
“A duel, then.” Sirius Black slammed his fist into the desk. “James Potter, I don’t care who they are. What House they are. What age they are. I will have more girls claim to be interested in me than you for next Hogsmeade.”
James just glared at his friend. “Fine. Remus, Peter, either of you in on this?”
Peter’s eyes grew large. “N-no, not me! I can be your scorekeeper!”
Remus smirked. “And what, exactly, is the prize for the winner or punishment for the losers?”
James glared back at Sirius. “A dozen chocolate frogs, two favors, a chore, and homework for a week.”
Sirius looked haughty. “And you have to kiss Smelly Mel. On the lips. In a public place such as a hallway at the minimum.”
Peter cringed. Even he wouldn’t kiss Smelly Mel if he could avoid it.
Remus smiled sweetly. “Any other rules?”
“Girls are fickle!” Sirius barked. “Only the first bloke to get the admission gets the girl, they would probably be willing to go with any guy.”
Remus nodded. “In that case, I’m in too. When is the end date and do we start now?”
“Two weeks Friday.” James stated.
“And yes.” Immediately Sirius went to grab his toiletries to go preen in the shower. He planned to look as dark and mysterious as possible and brood. The girls loved a bad guy and he was going to play the part to a t. In fact he grabbed parchment and owled a friend who was no longer at Hogwarts to send him some Muggle cigarettes just so he could look even more bad ass. He would show up to classes late, not do his schoolwork, and be mouthy.
James had a different set of tactics. He knew that girls loved a jokester. He planned plenty of practical jokes, mostly on Remus and Peter since there was always one person who felt pity for the jokee instead of the joker. That and it would throw a few girls their way so at least they wouldn’t be too upset with him when all was said and done. There was always Snivellus to torture later as well, though he would rather wait a bit longer and do that with the lads if at all possible. Standing up he grabbed his spellbook that had a good bit of practical joking in it and headed right for the library. He had to plot in silence.
Remus simply waited and watched. He knew exactly what tactics his yearmates were going to use. He decided to do something neither of them, nor Peter, would expect. Sitting at his desk he removed a ream of parchment and began to write.
Over the next several days Peter watched as Sirius and James battle for girls affection, slowly moving them one by one from ‘some girl’ to ‘wanting to snog’. At the end of the first week they were in a dead heat of seven apiece. Remus had one.
“Oh come on, Remus!” Sirius jabbed at his friend who was still writing at the desk with at least a dozen pieces of parchment in the rubbish bin at his side. “One? That’s quite pathetic.”
Remus glanced over his shoulder. “There is a method to my madness and if you don’t understand it all the better for me.”
Peter laughed, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He was sure Remus, who always seemed so unsuspecting, was up to something. Though what it was, he had no idea except that it involved the perfect poem. Remus had asked him a few times for his opinion on if something was rhyming or not and what could fit better. Maybe he would have a recital and play the sensitive type.
Another week passed. It was down to the eleventh hour. James had worked his way up to a dozen ladies, Sirius had a baker’s dozen. James was working on Lily Evans, though he wasn’t entirely sure why as the girl was so mean sometimes. Sirius stood near the doorway smoking a cigarette and watching the girls go by through his dark lashes and occasionally speaking to one of them who he thought would swoon for him.
Without any visibile warning a group of students came trailing into the Great Hall by ones and twos and the occasional group of girls who were all giggling. James and Sirius perked up, fully ready to pick off girls in the packs once they wandered off.
A few minutes Remus came rushing in carrying a guitar. “Sorry I’m late!” He moved and sat on a table in front of the group. “My roommates can be pigs and I had to find my music.” Remus swung the guitar up onto his knee and picked at a few strings, pretending to tune it. That he had really done hours before just to be prepared. Once ready he began to pick out a melody and began to sing. AT the completion of the song he explained his inspiration, which happened to be a very popular fashion witch. One of the girls giggled and called that she was wearing that witch’s new line at that very moment. Remus continued to sing different songs on various topics but he made sure to include those with witty lyrics, themes of loyalty and passion, and someone who was ambitious and went for the best. He held out the best song for last, naturally.
“This song I wrote when thinking of my ex. I cared for her deeply, but she cheated on me and then dumped me for him.” A soft, haunting melody filled the air as the collective crowd leaned closer.
“Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again”
At the completion the crowd clapped wildly, cheering for more. “Thank you.” Remus ducked his head slightly as if to bow. “I’m sorry, that one really upsets me. Please, tell Peter anything you’d like to tell me!” Quickly he stood and rushed out of the Great Hall. A flock of girls immediately went over to Peter and cooed about how they’d just LOVE for Remus to take them out somewhere special.
James and Sirius stood at the back of the Great Hall with their jaws dropped. “Fucking brilliant,” James stated.
“Too right, mate.” Sirius nodded. “We’re going to have to go buy chocolate frogs now, you know.”
“Have fun with Smelly Mel!”
1052/30=35
Title: Tryouts
Rating/Warnings: G
Characters/Pairing: Albus Potter and a herd of OCs
Summary: Albus feels alone and left out at school. There is only one thing to do, join the Quidditch team.
Word Count: 958
Author's Notes: Ug, so ran out of time. Also may or may not have used names of my coworkers for the characters!
Registered purchases?: both
Albus Potter sat quietly in the back of the room. His older brother, naturally, had a thousand friends. He sighed, he was alone again. The people in Gryffindor were nice, of course, but he was having trouble fitting in. He knew he could have easily gone to any of the other Houses and was currently wondering if that would have been better. He knew he had courage, but he never found someone he wanted to use it towards. It was two months in to the school year and he had acquantinces from class and of course his yearmates, but they tended to leave him alone and go their own ways.
Standing, he walked towards the Quidditch Pitch. He knew he was going to do the one thing his brother could not (or maybe just had not). He was going to make the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. He was a bright beater when he played with the family and felt very much that he should be the one to carry on the family Quidditch Legacy. It was stress he put on himself, however, and wanted to accomplish so much just to prove himself. He wanted to be his own man and if Fiegel didn’t see that he was a fool. Albus picked up his bat, yes his. He brought his from home as well as a bludger that was charmed to return to him when he called it so he could practice hitting it without ever losing it. His mum had the coolest equipment from the Harpies and that was just one of the little things.
Swinging on to his broom, he kicked up into the air. He tossed the bludger. If the balls could have personalities and feelings he would say this one was having a particularly angry day as it was flying in at him hard and with a rapid pace which kept him on his toes. All was going well until he thought he heard something and looked over his shoulder. That moment of distraction was all the bludger needed and went directly at his solar plexus and knocked him off his broom. If that didn’t knock the wind out of him, the impact with the ground did. Luckily he wasn’t too high off the ground, and the bludger charm worked brilliantly and dropped to the ground by the bat and waited without continuing to ‘attack’ him.
The only thing truly hurt was Albus’ pride. He had a rather hefty bruise to boot but he wouldn’t mention that to anyone. He packed up his things and went back inside. He would continue to practice every day until try outs just to make sure he was ready.
“Well, it’s that time everyone.” Fiegel stood there and gazed out over the tryout hopefuls. “I’m aware that some of you have been quite dedicated to your practices, I know there have been some pick up games along the way.” He looked pointedly at Albus, though he said nothing about individual practices. “Don’t think that it hasn’t been noticed. If you’re willing to work that hard on your own, I’m sure that you’ll work just as hard for me once the season kicks off. So Chasers first, into the air for drills. Don’t hold back, either, because I’ll want to see your best shots at me when the time comes.”
Tryouts went on for some time with various groups in the air with or without others just to showcase skill. James, who was a chaser hopeful, did very well and made the first cut. Albus made the first cut for beaters, but there were still six of them. Beaters and Chasers were in the air at the same time and were playing a scrimmage of sorts. It didn’t take Dan Fiegel long to realize that James was purposely getting in the way of every bludger to make more work for the beaters. It also didn’t take him long to see that Albus was hitting every single one away not only from his brother and those on his team, but he had amazing aim. He was the quiet kind, the one who was willing to do the work and thrived off of the praise. He was shy now, but with a little development and opportunity he would undeniably become someone who was a top notch player.
“POTTER!” Fiegel bellowed as James threw a particularly bad quaffle just to be in the path of a bludger. James and Albus looked at Fiegel, waiting. Janna, a bright seeker potential went diving in front of all of them chasing a snitch. A bludger picked her up and trailed her, the whistle of the air moving around them was evident. Without waiting, Albus too picked up the dive and was heading straight for the ground. He had no way of knowing which way the snitch would go, but he knew that Janna couldn’t be left to be hit when she wasn’t wearing any pads. The snitch took a turn which worked for Albus, and with a quick move he was able to swing his bat down behind Janna and get a firm strike at the bludger which went cracking away. Janna caught the snitch and pulled up, quite startled by all the noise behind her.
“THERE IS ONLY ROOM FOR ONE POTTER ON MY TEAM. NOT YOU. NOT TODAY.” Fiegel swung an arm at James and then pointed to the locker room, dismissing him. He would end up keeping Albus and Janna. After months of not having a single person even say ‘hello’ to him, he had a new set of friends. The entire Quidditch Team spent much of their time together and it was this comraderie that lead them to win the Cup that year.
958/30=32
Title: Twist
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Godric, Salazar, and Rowena
Summary: from a Saturday Special, where characters switched roles. What would happen if it was Godric Gryffindor who left Hogwarts?
Word Count: 1046
Author's Notes: This was painful, tbh.
Registered purchases?: both
“Turn away, Little Lion Man. Run out the door while you still have the time.” Salazar Slytherin stood in the doorway while Godric Gryffindor carefully packed his things. After all the time they had spent with Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric was leaving. It was natural that each of them had looked for different things in their students. Salazar’s love of pure blood was too much for Godric to handle anymore. He couldn’t stand the fact that a person would be picked just because of their family. His own family disowned him years ago and it was simply luck that allowed him to live the long prosperous life that he did.
“You make up all these excuses. All these things that aren’t there, Godric. You have to quit getting so much into your own head. I thought you were supposed to be bold and brave. Face me you hot headed fool. Don’t walk away from this, it’s in your head and not in reality! Come on now! You’re just fixing problems that aren’t there in the first place. I know it’s more than me or you, but certainly you must feel obligated to stay.”
Godric kept packing. He knew that Salazar had more than one friend walk away from him in a similar manner and totatlly and entirely understood why the others did it at this point. HE didn’t care that he was leaving the school and so many bright students. One of his own protégés was there and fully capable of teaching as well as Godric. In fact, he could probably teach better. Sometimes Godric got too lost in the old ‘war stories’ to be useful. Dueling did that to a man, got their head in the clouds a bit. It was a good thing he had ceased drinking around the students or things could have gone poorly at one point or another. The bags finished packing and shrinking and fit comfortably into a rucksack that Godric then picked up. “Salazar.” He nodded at his former friend and moved to walk down the stairs.
Salazar watched as the other man walked away, wondering where that bravery he once saw had gone to. With a quick movement, he went to Rowena. “Will she follow him?”
“Helena?” Rowena cocked he head thinking. “In time, I’m sure. She’s a young, willful girl. She’s smart enough to track him young enough to be willful to do so without thought. She will be relentless.” Tears formed in Rowena’s blue eyes, knowing full well what the situation would turn into.
“I’m sorry.” He said meekly. “It was my fault and I knew that it would be your heart to be hurt the worst and still I ruined it. Helena will leave and you will be broken and there is little I can do. Little indeed.” Salazar looked out the tower window, seeing the red form move across the green meadow and then into the dense forest.
“And you’re sure he won’t come back?”
“He will not. He is too stubborn, even if he makes things up, he will not back down if he feels that he is right. I can’t fix the problem, Rowena, but I can find someone who will be as driven and cunning as I am to follow your daughter and assure that she returns here should she get away from us. I have sent him on many tasks, I’m sure you remember him.”
Rowena turned to look at her older friend, realizing that he would pass the assignement off due to simple age. “The Baron?”
“Yes.” He nodded, bald head shining in the evening light. “He is from a line that took secondary jobs as trackers, hunters, and assassins. If there is anyone with the skill set to find her some day, it will be him.”
Rowena nodded sadly. Although Godric would still have been ten years Helena’s senior (which was not so bad in wizarding terms as they live a good bit longer) she was smitten with him. She would undoubtedly leave when she realized that Godric’s departure was not due to some daring quest to save students and bring them to the castle. The rumors would start almost instantly when Denton wasn’t sure what to cover. Almost always in the past Godric had left some kind of instructions for the younger man, some line of thought to follow until he returned. Not this time. This time everything would end up in Denton’s hands.
Helena was smart and beautiful. She was bright and talkative and enjoyed hearing the stories of adventure that the other founder had. He would tell her of trips on the high sea and journeys into caves deep. He would tell her anything and everything just to get a smile. He saw her as a sister and nothing more, doubly since his own family was so distant that the people he got closest too he wouldn’t let go.
It would end poorly, of course. Helena would grow more and more quiet the longer he was away. She would fall into a length of silence that might last for days. Not even trips into the forest to gather herbs with Helga would urge her to speak if no note came back from Godric. She would fall into a state of anger and defiance, still with no speaking, when she realized that her mother and her mother’s best friend were the cause of his departure. It would only be a matter of time at that point before she would make her escape, though the doors were always open.
When Helena did leave, it would only until sunrise before the Baron was summoned. He would show within a day with is “hounds” and they would begin the hunt. Helena would be willful and stubborn. The Baron would only understand Salazar’s side and would only feel his own heart ache that a girl so beautiful and so close to his own age would want that sword wielding prat.
It was some time later when Salazar finally did leave Ravenclaw’s Tower and found himself in his own dungeon of sorts. A note lay waiting for him, written in Godric’s red ink with the lion seal in gold wax. He tossed it aside immediately and into the fire.
1046/30=35
35+32+35=102+30=132 Points for Kerri of GRYFFINDOR