Who: Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor What: Discussing the days events Where: Outside of the castle When: Very Late Monday night, Very Early Tuesday Morning
Rowena could not remember the last time she’d been so angry. A child perhaps, stomping around her parents estate in her anger, and that’s how she felt now, stomping through the hallways of the castle at such a late hour. She had attempted sleep, yes, curled up next to Edwyn until all of the thoughts in her head drove her from her bed, throwing on clothing and moving out of the room. It was the only benefit of modern clothing, the ease of dressing, and without a word she was out the door.
She stopped by her daughters room, thought she didn’t disturb her girl (though she worried) because she must have been tired. Instead, she double checked any wards on her room and made her way again through the castle. Rowena’s blood was boiling, and the only relief from her mind came from the constant movement, a distraction. She was at the doors of the castle before she’d even realized.
She smirked slightly when she noticed Godric there, still as a statue, guarding the door from intruders. She’d heard about his actions earlier in the night, and while there was a part of her deep down that knew she should disapprove of his actions, she couldn’t bring herself to do so, and instead was rather glad he was there for her daughter, and found herself wishing he’d rid the village of him.
“Do you need anything, Barbarian?” Rowena asked him softly, her voice rougher than she’d excepted it to be, though there was a wary smile on his face.