Fic Exchange: Fic For veilingofthesun
For: veilingofthesun
# of words:1302
Title: Blame it on the Alcohol
Rating/warnings: PG13, suggestive behavior and activities
Characters/Pairings:The "Bloody" Baron, Helena, Rowena, Helga, Godric, Salazar, hints of Rowena/Helga, major implied Helena/Salazar
Summary:
Author's Notes: Enjoy!
“Another gloomy, overcast day,” Helena Ravenclaw rested her chin on her hand and sighed as she looked out over the grounds of Hogwarts Castle.
“Now, now, honey. I’m sure something good will come out of the gloom. Why don’t you head up to the Astronomy Tower, I’m quite sure that once the clouds part this evening the stars will be brighter than normal!”
Helena huffed and stood rather ungracefully. She collected the skirts from her dress in one hand and stomped away. “Ug, whatever Mom.”
Rowena looked slightly perplexed, but Helga chimed in with an almost sing-song voice. “It’s so wonderful for the plants though! Everything is still new and growing and the sooner the domesticated flora grows, the sooner I will be happy!”
Leaning forward with a knowing smile, Rowena prodded, “I thought you were already happy, are you not?”
Helga giggled playfully and waved a hand at her friend. “That’s because of the drink we’re having tonight with Godric!”
Almost as if on cue, the lion haired man came storming into the room. “Ladies!” He bellowed, quite obviously pleased with himself. “Not only do I have Firewhiskey for our adventures for our evening, but that ‘absinthe’ that our resident prophet, Martina, said would be illegal in a few years. I think I might just have to have enough of it now so I can be sick of it by then. What do you all think? All we need is some sugar and a quiet tower!” Godric offered a cheeky grin and a wink. He knew full well that if he could get one of the ladies to agree they’d both be following him wherever he asked in moments.
“Godric!” Helga gasped. Her eyes were huge as a hand flew to cover her mouth. “You didn’t!”
He blinked and cocked his head. “Didn’t what?”
“Absinthe!?” she hissed softly as if someone else was around to judge them.
“Oh pish, Nicholas went and got it for me. He’s such a wonderful man. Really I find it a pity that Salazar refuses to join us, but I understand that until we are quite settled someone has to watch the castle.” Godric stood up and grinned. “In fact, I hear our associate’s friend coming now.” He tipped his head and made his way towards the door. “I will be expecting you both at my door an hour after sundown. ‘No’ is not an option.” With a swift movement he was out the door and bounding up the stairs with a swagger only he could flaunt.
The Baron walked into the room with a cold look on his face. “Ladies,” he said with a gruff voice and a slight bow.
He would always be at the Castle on the nights that Salazar was to keep watch. Salazar had insisted it was due to the Baron’s ability to track anything that was out of place. Rowena had beliefs that it was due to other reasons, but tonight she wasn’t going to care. She had plans with her beloved Helga and their good friend. Besides, a night with something new and questionably taboo (even if it was to be a few hundred years before that happened) substance, she found herself eager to be rid of the Baron and the communal rooms.
“Helga, would you be a dear and grab some glasses? I do so want to have some of that firewhiskey Godric promised. Come, I’ll help you collect them and anything else you may need from your chambers.” Without waiting for an answer Rowena stood up, her inky hair falling around her shoulders and down her back. Reaching out a hand, she slid it into Helga’s and they giggled and whispered to each other as they headed for the door.
The Baron knew that he would never understand woman even though he was always watching out for them. He settled in the center of the room and closed his eyes. Using an unspoken magic he took in all things in the Castle and on the grounds. Though he wouldn’t spy on anyone directly, he realized what ‘belonged’ and what didn’t. Perhaps the oddest thing was that Helena Ravenclaw was heading toward the Dungeons. She certainly had her place at the Castle, but not there.
The quiet girl knocked on the large wooden door. “Salazar!” she called softly, pressing herself against the wood as if that would help from being detected. “Salazar please, you must open the door!” There was a barely audible click and the young girl was able to push the door open and enter the room. “Finally!”
“What is you need, Helena?” Salazar Slytherin sat at his desk, pouring over his ledger of pureblooded names. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge the girl.
“I… Salazar look at me!” Helena rushed forward, placing both her hands firmly in the ledger as to block his view.
Slowly the old man looked up, making it quite pointed that he was entirely displeased with her current actions.
“What I need, Salazar, is you.”
He stroked his grey beard with one hand, pale grey eyes looking the girl over slowly. “Is that so?”
She swallowed nervously, having thought this whole situation was brilliant up until just that moment. “It is.” Her voice shook just slightly. “You are the only one who doesn’t treat me like a little girl, like a pest. I am certainly my mother’s daughter, but I am grown woman!” Helena stood proudly, the fabric of her dress clinging in just the right way to all of her curves.
“You’re right my dear, but you know as well as I do that your mother is working to arrange an acceptable marriage for you. An old man such as I would certainly not be suitable for such a thing. I do know, my dear, how you could do something to keep close to me always.”
“And what is that?” Helena wasn’t so sure that even Salazar lived up to her personal expectations, but for the time being he had so much to offer her in so many facets of life. This was an opportunity she couldn’t turn down. Perhaps she would be able to find out what she wanted finally.
“Allow me to arrange a man to come across your path. Let your mother choose him for you. He is close to me, very close, and you will be able to see me often. He is in my debt, so he would certainly do as I ask. If that means that you are able to spend some time with me as you so please, I am confident, no certain that he would allow it if not encourage it.” Salazar’s pale grey eyes twinkled as he managed to concoct a plan that would give him nearly full access to Helena as he so saw fit.
Helena thought for a moment, finally answering, “I shall consider it.” She leaned down a bit, hoping to show a bit of her cleavage as enticement. “However, you must earn the final say of my mother, which will come through me. With that in mind, there is something that I want from you. If you are serious, you will give it to me.”
Salazar stood with a smirk on his lips. “My dear Helena,” He offered his arm to her which she took almost too quickly. “Why don’t you retire to my chamber with me and we can discuss the full details of what it is you so vehemently desire over a drink.”
They walked arm in arm to his room. It was the first of many nights that what happened in the towers above also happened in the dungeons below. It was also the first step in the “Bloody” Baron becoming a pawn in the future of Hogwarts, that which we know today.
# of words:1302
Title: Blame it on the Alcohol
Rating/warnings: PG13, suggestive behavior and activities
Characters/Pairings:The "Bloody" Baron, Helena, Rowena, Helga, Godric, Salazar, hints of Rowena/Helga, major implied Helena/Salazar
Summary:
Author's Notes: Enjoy!
“Another gloomy, overcast day,” Helena Ravenclaw rested her chin on her hand and sighed as she looked out over the grounds of Hogwarts Castle.
“Now, now, honey. I’m sure something good will come out of the gloom. Why don’t you head up to the Astronomy Tower, I’m quite sure that once the clouds part this evening the stars will be brighter than normal!”
Helena huffed and stood rather ungracefully. She collected the skirts from her dress in one hand and stomped away. “Ug, whatever Mom.”
Rowena looked slightly perplexed, but Helga chimed in with an almost sing-song voice. “It’s so wonderful for the plants though! Everything is still new and growing and the sooner the domesticated flora grows, the sooner I will be happy!”
Leaning forward with a knowing smile, Rowena prodded, “I thought you were already happy, are you not?”
Helga giggled playfully and waved a hand at her friend. “That’s because of the drink we’re having tonight with Godric!”
Almost as if on cue, the lion haired man came storming into the room. “Ladies!” He bellowed, quite obviously pleased with himself. “Not only do I have Firewhiskey for our adventures for our evening, but that ‘absinthe’ that our resident prophet, Martina, said would be illegal in a few years. I think I might just have to have enough of it now so I can be sick of it by then. What do you all think? All we need is some sugar and a quiet tower!” Godric offered a cheeky grin and a wink. He knew full well that if he could get one of the ladies to agree they’d both be following him wherever he asked in moments.
“Godric!” Helga gasped. Her eyes were huge as a hand flew to cover her mouth. “You didn’t!”
He blinked and cocked his head. “Didn’t what?”
“Absinthe!?” she hissed softly as if someone else was around to judge them.
“Oh pish, Nicholas went and got it for me. He’s such a wonderful man. Really I find it a pity that Salazar refuses to join us, but I understand that until we are quite settled someone has to watch the castle.” Godric stood up and grinned. “In fact, I hear our associate’s friend coming now.” He tipped his head and made his way towards the door. “I will be expecting you both at my door an hour after sundown. ‘No’ is not an option.” With a swift movement he was out the door and bounding up the stairs with a swagger only he could flaunt.
The Baron walked into the room with a cold look on his face. “Ladies,” he said with a gruff voice and a slight bow.
He would always be at the Castle on the nights that Salazar was to keep watch. Salazar had insisted it was due to the Baron’s ability to track anything that was out of place. Rowena had beliefs that it was due to other reasons, but tonight she wasn’t going to care. She had plans with her beloved Helga and their good friend. Besides, a night with something new and questionably taboo (even if it was to be a few hundred years before that happened) substance, she found herself eager to be rid of the Baron and the communal rooms.
“Helga, would you be a dear and grab some glasses? I do so want to have some of that firewhiskey Godric promised. Come, I’ll help you collect them and anything else you may need from your chambers.” Without waiting for an answer Rowena stood up, her inky hair falling around her shoulders and down her back. Reaching out a hand, she slid it into Helga’s and they giggled and whispered to each other as they headed for the door.
The Baron knew that he would never understand woman even though he was always watching out for them. He settled in the center of the room and closed his eyes. Using an unspoken magic he took in all things in the Castle and on the grounds. Though he wouldn’t spy on anyone directly, he realized what ‘belonged’ and what didn’t. Perhaps the oddest thing was that Helena Ravenclaw was heading toward the Dungeons. She certainly had her place at the Castle, but not there.
The quiet girl knocked on the large wooden door. “Salazar!” she called softly, pressing herself against the wood as if that would help from being detected. “Salazar please, you must open the door!” There was a barely audible click and the young girl was able to push the door open and enter the room. “Finally!”
“What is you need, Helena?” Salazar Slytherin sat at his desk, pouring over his ledger of pureblooded names. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge the girl.
“I… Salazar look at me!” Helena rushed forward, placing both her hands firmly in the ledger as to block his view.
Slowly the old man looked up, making it quite pointed that he was entirely displeased with her current actions.
“What I need, Salazar, is you.”
He stroked his grey beard with one hand, pale grey eyes looking the girl over slowly. “Is that so?”
She swallowed nervously, having thought this whole situation was brilliant up until just that moment. “It is.” Her voice shook just slightly. “You are the only one who doesn’t treat me like a little girl, like a pest. I am certainly my mother’s daughter, but I am grown woman!” Helena stood proudly, the fabric of her dress clinging in just the right way to all of her curves.
“You’re right my dear, but you know as well as I do that your mother is working to arrange an acceptable marriage for you. An old man such as I would certainly not be suitable for such a thing. I do know, my dear, how you could do something to keep close to me always.”
“And what is that?” Helena wasn’t so sure that even Salazar lived up to her personal expectations, but for the time being he had so much to offer her in so many facets of life. This was an opportunity she couldn’t turn down. Perhaps she would be able to find out what she wanted finally.
“Allow me to arrange a man to come across your path. Let your mother choose him for you. He is close to me, very close, and you will be able to see me often. He is in my debt, so he would certainly do as I ask. If that means that you are able to spend some time with me as you so please, I am confident, no certain that he would allow it if not encourage it.” Salazar’s pale grey eyes twinkled as he managed to concoct a plan that would give him nearly full access to Helena as he so saw fit.
Helena thought for a moment, finally answering, “I shall consider it.” She leaned down a bit, hoping to show a bit of her cleavage as enticement. “However, you must earn the final say of my mother, which will come through me. With that in mind, there is something that I want from you. If you are serious, you will give it to me.”
Salazar stood with a smirk on his lips. “My dear Helena,” He offered his arm to her which she took almost too quickly. “Why don’t you retire to my chamber with me and we can discuss the full details of what it is you so vehemently desire over a drink.”
They walked arm in arm to his room. It was the first of many nights that what happened in the towers above also happened in the dungeons below. It was also the first step in the “Bloody” Baron becoming a pawn in the future of Hogwarts, that which we know today.