Helga the Sweet | Hogwarts
I've always been a man of great ambition. And I refuse to let my work burn the way the rest of my life has. I helped build this school. While I am aware that you may not yet realize the sheer magnitude of this, I must ask that you kindly respect me for it, as well as the other three founders of this school. Furthermore, I should tell you it would be most unwise to attempt any sort of hostility against a pureblood student in my presence. I will not take kindly to such an incident and would consider it an attack not only on myself but on the very foundations of magic itself.
Trust me when I say my punishment will not be a merciful one.
Sal the Snake at work. (Decidedly less approachable looking when it’s time for business…)
godric-of-wild-moor asked: Sal! All this time since Hengist has build the foundation and we have yet to go for a drink at the 3 Broomsticks, care to right this wrong, my friend?
Nothing would please me more, Godric.
Now that I think on it, it seems ages since I’ve seen you at all.
OOC| I appear to be locked out…
Hi! I’m back from almost dying from school!
Could I possibly get the password to the Chatzy, so I can join you all?
BY THE WAY I MISSED YOU ALL LIKE CRAZY.
OOC: Hiatus- A Haiku
School totally sucks.
But I am almost done now.
So I’ll be back soon.
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Yeah, I mean graduating from college and everything like a big girl.
Hopefully I’ll survive this last week.
If not, I will in ther very least posess someone and make them write for me.
I have missed you guys so much I can’t even say. And I’m having a pretty hard time right now so I wish I could talk to you guys. But I seriously have no free time at all, not to mention I’ve been sick on top of that.
But anyways! I do intend on coming back, and soon! With a vengence!
I love you allllll! Please forgive me!
In the Courtyard
Hadrian stumbled forward at her sudden grasp of him and opened his mouth to strike her away with his cruel words as he glared down at her hand as if it were a particularly ugly spider. But he was interrupted by the abrupt appearance of a man who seemed to be a close acquaintance of Beonne’s. The Ravenclaw regarded him then the girl again before studying the stranger’s acute awareness of him with great disturbance. Altogether, he remained silent and allowed Beonne to answer.
Beonne felt the instant need to soothe Sally’s worry and she clasped onto his hands the moment he was within range and she pulled him to sit beside her on the bed. Scooting made her ankle twinge in pain but to have one of her father figures near and offering comfort was definitely worth it. Tucking herself under one of his arms, she pressed her ear to his chest, delighting in the sound of his heartbeat. “I’m all right,” she offered. The girl wiggled her uninjured foot, muddy shoes and hem all too apparent. “I just took a spill. Tripped on my own dress.” The fact made her flush with embarrassment. When Sally prompted her, Beonne turned her wide blue eyes to the nameless man and sucked on her lower lip, trying not to look distrustful. He did just bring her all the way to the infirmary. She opened her lips once to speak but paused. Beonne placed a smile upon her lips. “I…I am not sure. I have not caught his name. But he brought me up here.”
Salazar eyed the stranger as he sat down at Beonne’s side, as if he wasn’t quite convinced the man was innocent of all wrongdoing in the matter. He listened carefully when she spoke, although he was only able to tear his gaze away from the stranger after another few seconds of suspicion. Her words did little to absolve the man, in his eyes. He’d brought her up here, of course, that much decency was to be recognized, but what had happened before that? He thought unwilling back to the other incident, which he hadn’t been present for, and a shudder ran down his spine he almost couldn’t hide. As it was, he was sure he’d gotten a little pale in the face, but he tried not to let it be a distraction. His attention immediately fixed upon the stranger again, and he stood and took a step closer in what he hoped was a vaguely menacing manner.
“Who are you, stranger? What do you know of this?”
In the Courtyard
Hadrian gave a great sigh and walked over to an empty bed. Easing her down slowly, he adjusted the cushions for her to rest back on before stepping away to regard her. “If that is all,” he stated, getting ready to turn and leave her in the capable attentions of the healer so that he could return outside for his book.
Beonne held him until she felt the softness of her bed at her back and drew her hands away slowly. She blinked in surprise as he settled the pillows and tilted her head curiously as he stared down at her. When he spoke she startled and grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards the bed. “Wait! I…thank you for bringing me. And if you find the lamb will you return it to the barn? I know I’ve offended you but the she hasn’t. Please.” Beonne held his hand a moment longer, begging him to comply with naught but her eyes. And those eyes flicked behind him for a moment and her entire face lit up, sunshine chasing away the pain. Beonne released his hand and held both her arms out. “Sally! What are you doing here?!” To see such a friendly face after the gruff treatment from the nameless man was like a salve to her hurt feelings.
Salazar was on the other side of the room when he heard an unmistakeable voice sound out. He found himself responding to it like an animal responded to the sound of a twig breaking in the woods- his head snapped up from what he’d been doing and his attention hyper-focused on the source, which turned out to be Beonne, just like he’d thought. He crossed over to her immediately, taking note of a stranger but otherwise worrying about the reason she could be in a medical bed instead of following Clio around, as usual. When he reached her, she greeted him in the same bubbling way she always did, but this did little to calm his racing imagination.
“I’m just sharing some notes with Cliodna,” he said, hastily. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” After a moment, he glanced at the stranger again. “Who’s th-“
He was startled out of speaking as he took note of the man’s appearance and found that he looked achingly familiar. “Dear God,” he said. And then he shook his head, trying to bring himself back to reality. “Wh-Who’s this, Beonne?”
