Rowena Ravenclaw (beyond_measure) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-08-04 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-godric gryffindor, x-rowena ravenclaw |
Who: Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor
What: Talking
Where: Godric’s cabin
When: Friday Evening.
Everyone dies, it was a logical inevitability. Rowena, being as well read and famous as she was, it was a logical inevitability that she would come across the story of her own passing. It was an odd sort of pleasure, a rare opportunity really, to read her own biography as it was written centuries into her future. She was charmed by the nice words and intellectual praises, sure, but there were facts, glimmers of a life that did not seem all that pleasant steadily into her future.
Then she got to the part, towards the end of her life, when her daughter had apparently stolen the diadem and ran away with it. There were no reasons as to why, or what had happened to cause Helena to disappear, the book simply sighted a falling out between to two women and a serious of unconfirmed rumors that could have led to the event. It all spiraled downhill when she read about how she’d inadvertently caused Helena to be murdered, and the burden of it crushed her soul until she passed.
It was a bleak ending that was to come too soon to her liking.
She had stepped out to clear her head, taking her favorite house out in a well-worn path of the woods. But they were too quiet today, everything seemed dead adjusting to the inconsistencies of the villages weather patterns. She didn’t feel as comfortable as she once had, and knew that there was only one place to go. Putting the horse back into the stable, Rowena was quick to make her way over to Godric’s home, hoping he were there.
She didn’t waste time on pleasantries, simply stepping through the doorway, her hands nervously folding in front of her. “Godric!” She called out softly. Her face was composed, very carefully in an air of neutrality. Only someone who knew her as well as the other founders would be able to see her face was too tight, her shoulders to tense, the subtle distress that echoed in her voice. “Godric, are you home?”