Who: Ava Slytherin and Edwyn Ravenclaw (Open to Rowena Ravenclaw) What: Ava is very confused. Where: The castle. When: Shortly after Ava’s arrival.
The more she stared at the book, the one that wrote back to her, the more mental she felt. Long dead friends were speaking to her. She held mixed emotions for all of them, she wanted to ask Helena why she hadn’t just stayed, and she wanted to be mad at William, but found nothing but uncertainty. No one really knew what happened, no one but their ghosts. She shuddered at the thought of them, "I do not commune with ghosts." she reminded herself firmly as she shut the book.
This room was not a room that Ava had been particularly familiar with, though from the looks of the clothing, the last prisoner, clearly a young girl, had been much smaller than she. In the sleeve of her ill fitting sleep dress, she’d found her wand as always. It was for moments like this that she often chose to sleep with her wand in the hem of her sleep clothing, for where would she be now if she’d been abducted in her sleep without it. Not that Ava remembered leaving the funeral to sleep, but the ceremony had taken a lot out of her, even before her father and Godric got into yet another row, so in her mind it was understandable that she hadn’t remembered it.
The girl prisoner previous was clearly the clever sort, and after a look over, Ava found several weapons that had been concealed out of sight. She found a sword and a bow, but opted instead to tie a dagger to her calf with leather straps. She wanted her captor to underestimate her, to think of her as a weakened maiden, Lord Salazar’s fair heir presumptive. She would show them their error when it was too late for them to know better. This thought brought a smile to her face.
Still, she followed her customaries for meeting a person. She washed her face and pinned her hair, she dressed finely and did her best to remember her manners while her brain began turning out battle tactics. She arrived at the place marked on her map graciously and looked over the man who claimed to be the late Duke Ravenclaw of Argyll, though she said nothing in the way of greetings. He would make the first move, of course, it was only fair.