To bury the castle, bury the castle! (F/E)

[Haine]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

It's impossible to describe the over-joyed feeling that Godric experienced when he saw Helga smile then, and he couldn't help but smile back. A wave of calm washed over him and it felt as if his own pep talk was working on himself too.
That was certainly a first.

"If spite now gets us the determination -and money- that we need, then of course!" Godric exclaimed, his smile now turning into the usual mischievous grin. "We just won't tell the students that." Lord knows what ideas they'd get into their head; he learned the hard way that a select group of idiots firmly believed that if a teacher did something, that made it alright for them to do it too. So started the fashion of using sticking charms and getting each other's shoes on the ceiling. Only Godric's were stuck on his classroom ceiling permanently, thanks to the cocky bastard. He guessed now that it was just Salazar's way of making sure it was impossible to forget him.

Now, as happy as Godric was to stay here with Helga, it was probably a good time to get started on that new plan. In the likelihood that Rowena could not convince Salazar to come back, or did not find him at all, one option was to find a new benefactor- something that Godric wanted to consider the very last resort. He was unsure why, yet the idea of bringing an outsider into the school, one who would have power and control over what they did, extremely unnerved him; therefore it looked like they were going to have to hit up the staff and students after all.

"Now how about we try Anatole again," because we know he has some money to give, "and explain the new situation," remind him that the loss of the castle means the loss of his job, "and then see if he's willing to get us a month of two extra?" A month or two seemed a fair asking price for each staff member. "Surely he can't refuse both of us together." Godric asked, re-summoning the bit of parchment from before that contained all the money details he had scribbled down, whilst offering Helga his free hand. He then proceeded Anatiddle's office, silently preparing himself for the battle that may ensue.

ooc//Sorry it took a while. If you don't mind me bringing him in, I haven't had the chance to rp Anatole in ages. And hopefully he may do something nice for a change. Of course, we can say that this rp is pretty much done if you want.
(:

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[zara :]]

not a day goes by...

• Helga was quite pleased to see Godric return back to his former self; the serious face looked odd on someone who was always cheerful and smiling. But leave it to his unfailing optimism to make the best of any crisis. Of course, the idea of asking Anatole had entered her mind (well, not asking him for money, but rather firing him to save money), but she never really expected to get anything from him because, well, he wasn’t what she would call generous. Or nice, for that matter. But it was worth a shot.

• She smiled grimly. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” she said with a laugh. Godric held out a hand, and she took it gratefully. “And we can always spend the summer looking for another rich person if this doesn’t work,” she suggested quietly as they started off for Anatole’s office. A twinge of unease stole through her as she spoke, because, deny it as she might, Salazar was still her friend, and replacing him just seemed so… heartless.


• Anatole was really their only hope at salvaging the school, and she prayed they wouldn’t let them down. In the span of just a few months, 4 founders had become 2, and now they were betting what was left of the school on a jaded, cynical teacher who seemed to harbour a hate for humanity as a whole. Oh well. For now, she had Godric, and she had the school and her students: the two great loves of her life were intact, if only for a few short months more, and that was enough for Helga.

ooc: Bring. It. ON. :3

And I sorry that it's so short. >.<

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• i got a picture of you i carry in my heart i close
my eyes and see it when the world gets dark
got a memory of you i carry in my soul i wrap it close
around me when the nights get cold •♥•

[Haine]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

Anatole, for once, was in what we can call a good mood. The rain, which had ruined his lessons for the past three nights, had finally ceased and it looked as if tonight would be clear. His desk was completely clear of papers for once, the students were behaving (well at least they weren't bothering him) and he hadn't seen the Gryffindork all day. This was what Anatole liked to call one of the perks of having his office located in a tower; aside from the fact that it was pretty much frozen in the winter, making it almost impossible to get up and down the narrow winding stairs without killing one's self, no one could usually be bothered making it up all the steps and then down again to come see you.

The peace and quiet was rather enjoyable- a relaxing moment proving so hard to come by at Hogwarts recently. Ever since Slytherin left, the staff could barely speak conversationally to each other for fear of adding to the already tense enough atmosphere. That was why, good mood or not, Anatole was making even more of an effort than usual to stay away from the staff room unless absolutely necessary.

Of course, like everyone else, he too had been curious about what was to become of Hogwarts, yet these thoughts were soon put aside for numerous reasons; being that everyone would find out what would happen eventually (probably) and there were slightly more immediate and pressing moments, such as fact that once again his desk had completely dissapeared under a sea of essays, notes and God knows what else. Once his desk had been taken care of, Anatole saw no reason to reapproach the subject.

Yet now, as he sat at his desk putting the finishing touches onto a lesson plan, his mind seemed unable to do nothing but query it. It was certainly more interesting to think about than if he'd ever get round to using the lesson plan, or would it once again go wasted like it usually did whenever he had the twelve year olds of doom?
Anatole preferred teaching the older years- his effort and time was rarely wasted. Probably this was because they had enough brains (or at least some form of common sense) to know that the more they co-operated during lessons, the sooner Anatole would be done and let them go to bed. The younger years, however, seemed to have an endless supply of energy which fueled their seemingly permenant hyperactive states in ways that Anatole did not wish to know about, and gave off the opinion that they never needed sleep.
Certainly not if Anatole spent around twenty minutes berating them all for not doing their homework, like he had the time before, and countless times before that.

A knock on the door tore Anatole away from his thoughts/mental rant. Slowly he stood up from his seat at the desk and walked to the door, curious as to who was on the other side. When he opened it, it became exceptionally hard to remember the good mood the man had previously been in.
"Professors Hufflepuff and Gryffindor! To what do I owe this-"
Pleasure? Of course not. Head-ache? The truth, yet Anatiddle couldn't really say that. It was certainly a surprise, nonetheless. "Is there something I can help you with...?"
There. Much better.

Godric smiled weakly at Anatole, knowing how strange it would look to come into the room grinning like an idiot then say that the school was pretty much broke and they needed money off the astronomy teacher. "We just need a few words, if you're not busy. Can we come in?"

Begrudgingly Anatole stepped out of the way of the door, allowing the two to enter the room.
This was not going to turn out at all well.

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I hope you like this post of 642, I put alto into it. This thread is tagged for the infamous Helga, we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed. These kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the template? oh that's just from kittykats of caution 2.0 , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, I'm waiting.

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[zara :]]

not a day goes by...

• Helga reluctantly let go of Godric's hand to smooth her dress just as the door opened, to reveal a happy Anatole. As soon as he saw the two founders at his door, his face fell into familiar lines of stress and apathy. Helga smiled hesitantly. It was obvious Anatole didn't even want to see them, much less talk to them. Especially when he found out they were only here to pump cash out of him. She glance at Godric's impassive face once more before entering the large, cluttered office.

•"Uh, well, I hope we haven't caught you at a bad time," she said hesitantly as Anatole let her and Godric in. Godric seemed strangely quiet. So much for his bravery. They both sat down across from Anatole's desk, and Helga nervously smoothed the folds in her dress for a minute or so before speaking. "Well, as you know, Salazar left, and Rowena went looking for him.. We don't exactly have enough cash to keep this school running for much longer. We-" she elbowed Godric forcefully in the ribs "-were wondering if... if, well, you had any money to contribute... to.. running the school. We would greatly appreciate it," she finished, wondering how Godric had remained silent for so long. Perhaps another elbow to the ribs would help his apparently crippling shyness.

• She watched Anatole's face carefully. Any change beyond the normal boundaries of emotion or redness would be treated as an emergency. Too bad Helga didn't know very many healing spells. They' have to call the nurse. Currently, the pulsing vein in his forehead was holding up quite nicely, but it looked like it would burst, and then they would be in trouble. She glance worriedly at Godric, but again, he seemed quiet. "We should make a run for it. In case he blows," she whispered from the side of her mouth, returning her gaze to the silent Anatole sitting in his desk. Maybe he already had a heart attack. Crap.

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• i got a picture of you i carry in my heart i close
my eyes and see it when the world gets dark
got a memory of you i carry in my soul i wrap it close
around me when the nights get cold •♥•

[Haine]

SITUATIONS ARE IRRELEVANT NOW ,

THE FRUSTRATION, IT'S A REGULAR THING !

Right.
There were certainly very few reasons why they were here.
Either:

A: Someone was dead.
B: He'd forgotten about a staff meeting.
C: They wanted something.

Anatole was willing to bet on the latter as it was highly unlikely that they would come running to him if someone was dead, and his desk had already revealed to the astronomy teacher that the next staff meeting was on Thursday. This unfortunately left option C.
He dared not imagine what they were after.

"No, it's not a bad time," was what Anatole eventually managed to come out with after tearing himself away from his thoughts and -accurate- suspicions. Would it have been better for him if he had actually said that yes, it was a bad time? All he would've needed was an excuse. Any excuse. Unfortunately the only available one was the lesson plan, which was so poor that it classified as useless.
Either way, it was too late to do anything about the situation. He leant back slightly in his seat as Helga started to speak, looking at the Gryffindork who in turn was looking down at the floor. As much as Anatole did not want either of the two there, at least it was pleasant to know that both appeared to want to be in his office just as much.

As soon as he had sat down, Godric had decided that the most comfortable place to look was at the floor. Staring blankly around the room would make it appear as if he were bored, which then looked as if he wasn't serious about the delicate subject they were talking about. He couldn't look at Helga, who may take it to mean that Godric wanted to say something. Since they were talking to Anatole (another person to not look at), he certainly didn't. Ever since he 'accidentally' turned the astronomy tower orange a few months ago, Godric had been ever so slightly intimidated by him- well, more intimidated than usual. Anatole, along with Rowena, had certainly been more than wanting to murder of the Gryffindork when it took two weeks to fully get rid of the orange.
Well.
We say fully, yet Anatole still kept finding random bits of it, which Godric always heard much about as he was then sent to go get rid of it.

w.i.p

I HATE THE ONES WHO LOVE TO HATE

I hope you like this post of , I put alto into it. This thread is tagged for the infamous Helga, we're going to be having tons of fun in this thread babe. and if you must know it's completed. These kick ass lyrics are from escape the fate, and the template? oh that's just from kittykats of caution 2.0 , leave it on babe. now get started on posting, I'm waiting.

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