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Rowena stalked back from the library, several books under her arms. As the library was mostly composed of her own books, she'd read these before, of course, but she'd been writing a treatise on several rather complex Charms, and she thought she'd remembered reading something that might help her... Looking up, she saw Godric coming towards her. Which brought up an interesting and complex decision of whether or not she ought to acknowledge his presence.
Godric was going to the library. This shouldn't have been that unusual, except currently he dreaded going to the library; not because of some deep-rooted fear of books, but because the library was very much Rowena's domain, and he didn't really want very much to meet Rowena right now. As if something was trying to spite him, he rounded a corner and saw her coming straight towards him.
She decided she probably ought to. After all, otherwise he was likely to think he'd accidentally made himself invisible or something, which would create all sorts of problems. He'd dump flour over his head or something. So, in order to save the House Elves the mess (and Godric some embarrassment) she nodded at him. "Hello, Godric. How long did it take you to recover from the wall?"
"The... wall? Oh, the wall." He flushed slightly, remembering what she was talking about. "Er, wasn't too long. It hurt for a bit, everything was kind of blurry, but there was no lasting damage. Um," he paused. "I don't think."
"Oh, that's good," she said, only just keeping herself from adding, not that there's really anything to damage. She wanted to say something about whatever girl (considering his reaction to Salazar, she didn't dare mention the other possibility) he was besotted with, but felt rather awkward trying to say it, as she didn't know the girl, and she felt uncomfortably like she might be jealous. Which she wasn't, of course. It was just that Godric could do better than some idiot girl from the village. She thought so, at any rate. As a result of all this uncertainty, she ended up standing in the hallway staring into space, a most uncharacteristic thing to do.
He watched her nod and smile, and felt a little uncomfortable. What if she was thinking about something really important? "Uh, Rowena?" he asked hesitantly, wondering whether to give her a little push but scared he might push her over. He peered at her books, instead. Charms. He wondered if he could move off and just leave her their in the corridor. Unlikely; she'd see him and get angry. Rowena always got angry.
"What?" She blinked. Standing around doing nothing was a stupid thing to do; inwardly she berated herself quickly. "I'm sorry, I was thinking... you ought to try it sometime," she added quickly, so as not to seem quite so flustered. "I..." she started awkwardly, then decided she ought to plough into it. It was a foolish idea, but she wasn't a fool, so she could probably make it work. "I was thinking. About the girl from the village - if you told me who it was, I might be able to... to do something about her." Aside from making her leave Hogsmeade or else, she admonished herself. Though he really could do better...
Godric blinked, first feeling stupid for interrupting her thoughts, and then feeling quite confused. "Girl from the village?" he asked her, wondering what she was talking about. Was there a girl in the village threatening him? Rowena sounded like she wanted to assassinate her. He wasn't quite sure why, or indeed what was going on. "What girl from the village? I don't think I know any girls from the village. Well, I might, but I certainly don't remember them right now."
"You said... when you were..." She blinked. "You said it wasn't Salazar, and then you as much as said it wasn't anybody I know, so I asked if it was a girl from the village."
"I..." Oh. Dear. "Well, it's not Salazar, and I can't think why you would think it would be Salazar and," he found he was blushing, and cursed himself inwardly. He tried to untangle his tongue and say something that made a little sense. "As you may have gathered, I don't know any girls from the village, either. And I never said it wasn't anybody you knew." He winced over the double negative. "And I never said it was a girl from the village. I never said it was anything!"
She frowned. He wasn't making sense at all. "Yes, you did say it was something, you said it was somebody horrible, but somehow not horrible, and the only people I know of who are horrible to you are Salazar and I, and it can't be Salazar because you hit your head against the wall when I asked, and I knew it couldn't be me because I'm worse than Salazar, so it must be somebody I don't know, and the only large group of people I don't know are the girls from the village. Unless it's a student, and I don't think you'd do that, so either you're lying or... or... or you're lying. Or something."
Godric nodded calmly along with her words. "I think you're too clever for your own good, Rowena," he said finally, finding a strange urge to go and hit his head on something hard enter him once again. "Do you have to know? Do you absolutely have to know? And if so, why?" He shrugged. "What does it matter who I- who I-" he rubbed his hands over his eyes tiredly.
"Because I'm," -All right, fine, I'm jealous! Shut up about it already!- "well, curious," she said. "And I thought I might be able to help you, but if you're just going to be spiteful, I suppose I won't!" She glared.
"I'm not being spiteful!" he said, holding up his hands in defence. "And besides, you won't be able to help - well, you might, but you probably wouldn't want to, you're just saying that because you're curious. And you need to know everything. And you'd just use it to embarrass me, or you'd get angry, or think I'm being an idiot again, and I'm not."
Now she was really curious. "I will not use it to embarrass you," she said firmly. "And even if you are being an idiot again, it's probably not your fault, so it wouldn't really be fair of me to get angry at you, would it?" She's a different story, of course...
Godric was slowly backing away from her. "You promise?" he asked, almost childishly, trying to gather up enough courage to tell Rowena the truth. It wasn't easy. he had courage; really, he did, it just got lost a bit sometimes.
"I promise," she said, nodding. Why was he backing away? Was it really that bad?
"Alright." Another step. "Well." And another. "The thing is." Another. He realised he was going to bump into the wall, and abruptly changed direction. "It's not Salazar," step, "Or Helga," step, "Or anyone from the village," step, "It'sumyouhavetogonowgoodbye." He continued walking backwards quite quickly, blushing bright red.
She blushed as well - had he said it was her? "Godric, wait!" She followed him for a few steps. "Did you just say - Godric, at least look where you're going!"
Agreeably, he turned his back to her, steps getting noticably faster. As though running away was a particularly intelligent thing to do - after all, they taught in the same castle, she would find him. What have I done? he though miserably to himself, lengthening his stride and ignoring her questions.
"Godric, wait!" Why had she said that - she knew he would just run away. Idiotic. She shook her head, uncertain as to who was worse, herself or Godric. Probably Godric, she decided by default, more because she wanted it settled than for any real reason. She considered chasing after him, but it would be too much work, especially if it turned out she'd heard wrong. She could just ambush him at dinner or in class or something. Trying not to sulk - or to blush - she turned to go back to her tower, walking quickly and clutching her books tightly. She was not in a good mood at all.
Godric was going to the library. This shouldn't have been that unusual, except currently he dreaded going to the library; not because of some deep-rooted fear of books, but because the library was very much Rowena's domain, and he didn't really want very much to meet Rowena right now. As if something was trying to spite him, he rounded a corner and saw her coming straight towards him.
She decided she probably ought to. After all, otherwise he was likely to think he'd accidentally made himself invisible or something, which would create all sorts of problems. He'd dump flour over his head or something. So, in order to save the House Elves the mess (and Godric some embarrassment) she nodded at him. "Hello, Godric. How long did it take you to recover from the wall?"
"The... wall? Oh, the wall." He flushed slightly, remembering what she was talking about. "Er, wasn't too long. It hurt for a bit, everything was kind of blurry, but there was no lasting damage. Um," he paused. "I don't think."
"Oh, that's good," she said, only just keeping herself from adding, not that there's really anything to damage. She wanted to say something about whatever girl (considering his reaction to Salazar, she didn't dare mention the other possibility) he was besotted with, but felt rather awkward trying to say it, as she didn't know the girl, and she felt uncomfortably like she might be jealous. Which she wasn't, of course. It was just that Godric could do better than some idiot girl from the village. She thought so, at any rate. As a result of all this uncertainty, she ended up standing in the hallway staring into space, a most uncharacteristic thing to do.
He watched her nod and smile, and felt a little uncomfortable. What if she was thinking about something really important? "Uh, Rowena?" he asked hesitantly, wondering whether to give her a little push but scared he might push her over. He peered at her books, instead. Charms. He wondered if he could move off and just leave her their in the corridor. Unlikely; she'd see him and get angry. Rowena always got angry.
"What?" She blinked. Standing around doing nothing was a stupid thing to do; inwardly she berated herself quickly. "I'm sorry, I was thinking... you ought to try it sometime," she added quickly, so as not to seem quite so flustered. "I..." she started awkwardly, then decided she ought to plough into it. It was a foolish idea, but she wasn't a fool, so she could probably make it work. "I was thinking. About the girl from the village - if you told me who it was, I might be able to... to do something about her." Aside from making her leave Hogsmeade or else, she admonished herself. Though he really could do better...
Godric blinked, first feeling stupid for interrupting her thoughts, and then feeling quite confused. "Girl from the village?" he asked her, wondering what she was talking about. Was there a girl in the village threatening him? Rowena sounded like she wanted to assassinate her. He wasn't quite sure why, or indeed what was going on. "What girl from the village? I don't think I know any girls from the village. Well, I might, but I certainly don't remember them right now."
"You said... when you were..." She blinked. "You said it wasn't Salazar, and then you as much as said it wasn't anybody I know, so I asked if it was a girl from the village."
"I..." Oh. Dear. "Well, it's not Salazar, and I can't think why you would think it would be Salazar and," he found he was blushing, and cursed himself inwardly. He tried to untangle his tongue and say something that made a little sense. "As you may have gathered, I don't know any girls from the village, either. And I never said it wasn't anybody you knew." He winced over the double negative. "And I never said it was a girl from the village. I never said it was anything!"
She frowned. He wasn't making sense at all. "Yes, you did say it was something, you said it was somebody horrible, but somehow not horrible, and the only people I know of who are horrible to you are Salazar and I, and it can't be Salazar because you hit your head against the wall when I asked, and I knew it couldn't be me because I'm worse than Salazar, so it must be somebody I don't know, and the only large group of people I don't know are the girls from the village. Unless it's a student, and I don't think you'd do that, so either you're lying or... or... or you're lying. Or something."
Godric nodded calmly along with her words. "I think you're too clever for your own good, Rowena," he said finally, finding a strange urge to go and hit his head on something hard enter him once again. "Do you have to know? Do you absolutely have to know? And if so, why?" He shrugged. "What does it matter who I- who I-" he rubbed his hands over his eyes tiredly.
"Because I'm," -All right, fine, I'm jealous! Shut up about it already!- "well, curious," she said. "And I thought I might be able to help you, but if you're just going to be spiteful, I suppose I won't!" She glared.
"I'm not being spiteful!" he said, holding up his hands in defence. "And besides, you won't be able to help - well, you might, but you probably wouldn't want to, you're just saying that because you're curious. And you need to know everything. And you'd just use it to embarrass me, or you'd get angry, or think I'm being an idiot again, and I'm not."
Now she was really curious. "I will not use it to embarrass you," she said firmly. "And even if you are being an idiot again, it's probably not your fault, so it wouldn't really be fair of me to get angry at you, would it?" She's a different story, of course...
Godric was slowly backing away from her. "You promise?" he asked, almost childishly, trying to gather up enough courage to tell Rowena the truth. It wasn't easy. he had courage; really, he did, it just got lost a bit sometimes.
"I promise," she said, nodding. Why was he backing away? Was it really that bad?
"Alright." Another step. "Well." And another. "The thing is." Another. He realised he was going to bump into the wall, and abruptly changed direction. "It's not Salazar," step, "Or Helga," step, "Or anyone from the village," step, "It'sumyouhavetogonowgoodbye." He continued walking backwards quite quickly, blushing bright red.
She blushed as well - had he said it was her? "Godric, wait!" She followed him for a few steps. "Did you just say - Godric, at least look where you're going!"
Agreeably, he turned his back to her, steps getting noticably faster. As though running away was a particularly intelligent thing to do - after all, they taught in the same castle, she would find him. What have I done? he though miserably to himself, lengthening his stride and ignoring her questions.
"Godric, wait!" Why had she said that - she knew he would just run away. Idiotic. She shook her head, uncertain as to who was worse, herself or Godric. Probably Godric, she decided by default, more because she wanted it settled than for any real reason. She considered chasing after him, but it would be too much work, especially if it turned out she'd heard wrong. She could just ambush him at dinner or in class or something. Trying not to sulk - or to blush - she turned to go back to her tower, walking quickly and clutching her books tightly. She was not in a good mood at all.