godric gryffindor. (byswordandspell) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-04-29 17:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | helena ravenclaw, x-godric gryffindor |
WHO -- Godric Gryffindor & Helena Ravenclaw
WHERE & WHEN -- Bookends, late afternoon.
WHAT -- Godric needs to satisfy a curiosity, and runs into someone. Warning, he's in a bit of an off mood.
RATING -- tbd.
So much had changed since the carefree days of his youth when he had before been in the village. Oh, he remembered those days, and how the stinging curiosities about his future and the darkness that would, a thousand years later, descend upon the castle would often keep him up at night. It had not meant as much to him then as it did now. He had been too young to appreciate it the same way, to have had any real experience in the world outside of his few years of adventuring his way around a small chunk of the continent -- though his time in Uppsala was still the most significant part of that. But even then, he could not have known how much it would forever impact his life.
Bellatrix had told him a key piece of information about Durmstrang that others in the village had previously forgot to mention. Or perhaps they had known, but did not choose to tell him. That the school would become a place known for dark magic was slightly troubling to Godric, given that it was his son and his niece who would gather together the community which would, some two hundred years later, erect the institution. Maybe he should not judge, and he did not, but it unsettled him at least, knowing the wars that had been waged in the future. Dark magic had played such a key part in them, and he did not think Durmstrang was involved (for it did not seem to be), but -- he just wanted to know. What would Godolfr say about this information?
He furrowed his brows as he picked through the shelf before him. Several things he made a note to return to later, but for now he was on a mission to find anything he could about Durmstrang. It was a pointless effort, almost, but right now Godric felt like that would be the only link he would have to his son within these confines. His expression turned into a deep frown. He had little hope that he would ever see his son again while he was here. Godric missed Godolfr so much that it cut him deeply like a tainted blade piercing into his flesh.
The word was not hatred, but discomfort and disdain that he felt for this cage they lived in had bubbled up more fiercely than ever before. He felt anchorless without his son. He felt confused and torn about how Bridget looked, acted, even sometimes spoke like Saeunn, who he had seen just a month ago before he and his son had returned to Hogwarts. He felt horrible that he had but half-answers for Helena about the circumstances surrounding her death, and now he felt strangely 'off to the side' regarding the Ravenclaw family: He had stepped into the role of Helena's father, but now she had Edwyn, her real father. He had had feelings for Rowena before Saeunn had come back into his life. And he still did not feel as though he had a true role or place among the other inhabitants of the village.
He picked a weathered-looking book up from the shelf, and began leafing through it. He did not know what he would find, but he hoped that it would put some of his concerns at ease.