Crossing Steel Who: Godric Gryffindor, Thaddeus Thurkell Why: A bout of training session Where: Godric's home When: A clear November morning Rating: General (unless things turn more exciting than planned) Status: Close/Incomplete
Thaddeus Thurkell was not a man prone to fancy or superstitions, yet there was something profundly disturbing in pacing the streets of a city he burned to grounds not two months ago, with no trace of said burning. It did not help that many parts of it are not merely foreign, but complete eye sores, as well. The Southern fields were a welcome change in scenery.
He always preferred to walk when given a chance, however plebian the habit, for it gave him a different perspective of a place and its people. It was after all a commonly known fact that information is held in the hands of the very bottom and very top of the social ladder. Plus, it was good leg stretching before what announced to be a vigourous day of exercising.
Thaddeus had been busy gathering a workbase within the masses that most of his journal peers seemed to ignore, and had little wish to attract attention to himself. However, when Godric Gryffindor himself called for a challenge, the Thurkell blood would not rest until he measured himself up against the legend.
It was then in a relatively high spirited mood that Thaddeus Thurkell arrived in the vicinity of Godric's home, a bottle of Lyonesse Rouge tucked away as present for his host.