WHO: Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Godric's cottage
WHAT: Rowena said she would visit and so she does



Although she could apparate or use a broomstick, Rowena enjoyed horseback riding when she could and therefore chose to travel in this fashion to Godric's cottage. With the help of a few charms, the journey was shortened and she also located her former colleague's home. It wasn't for nothing she was known as the cleverest witch of her age and all the years in the afterlife had only sharpened her skills beyond what they were in life. She also really appreciated not needing to use a wand.

Reining in her white stallion as the cottage came into view, Rowena sat and stared at it for a while. She was nervous, her stomach fluttering with butterflies and her hands clenching on the reins. Part of her was glad that she had finally taken the initiative to restore contact with her old friends, but another part was frightened. She had distanced herself from them and never shared the reasons behind her early death, was it at all possible to get back to the companionship they shared in life, before Salazar left? Or would the weight of their past life widen the rift?

With a sigh, Rowena forced herself to dismount and slid lightly from her side saddle, brushing at her long skirts and checking her headdress was immaculate before securing her horse. "Dithering about is not going to achieve anything," she muttered and with her head held high, Rowena advanced on the cottage. Would Godric look as she remembered him? She was younger in appearance than when he first met her, an ageless mid twenties. Raising her hand, she knocked. "Godric? Tis I, Rowena."