In the eyes of a passer-by //Founders

[Haine]

Parents out of house. Check.
House tidy. Check.
Godric in house... not so Check.

Technically, at this moment in time, Godric was about fifteen minutes away from home and standing in the middle of a field. Why Godric was in a field and not at home waiting for Rowena and her friend to arrive is a slightly confusing story that went something like this:
Since it took rather little time to accomplish the first two tasks on the list, the boy found himself with some space in his day and ended up going for a walk. Being Godric, he obviously got sidetracked by something and even managed to baffle himself as to how in God's name did he end up in the bloody field.
Currently he was pondering the best way as to get out of the field and make it back home before his guests turned up.

Sure, it was generally common manners to be on time when meeting someone, yet Godric just had to be on time as he could distinctly remember being late last time he saw Rowena and the Hufflepuff girl - her name evaded him right now- which had to have been just over a year ago. Even then, that time had probably been more for their families as Godric did not remember saying more than two words to each of them, so being late probably wasn't that big of an issue. As you can probably imagine, it was a sort of surprise to get a letter from them one day saying that they needed to see him about something important. What this important thing was, he had no idea.
Now. Back to trying to leave.

As wizard friendly as the area was (there being pretty much next to no muggles in the immediate vicinity), Godric never felt comfortable with the idea of apparating for whatever reason- just in case one of the few non-wizards were either in the area that he was apparating from or apparating to. More likely it was just another excuse to avoid the feelings of nausea that always came with the supposedly preferred magical method of transport and for the life of him he couldn’t see why it was so popular.
Either way, this left Godric with no other option to run.

Although his long legs would usually get him there in barely anytime whatsoever, it was exceptionally hard to run on such uneven ground without stumbling and/or tripping over every other minute. The occasional tree root or unusually large stone sticking predominantly out of the unlevel dirt was just making the few succesful steps much more difficult.

Eventually, however, Godric did manage to make it out of the field of death and home, twenty five minutes alter. He looked around the area cautiously, the only sounds being singing birds and his own heavy breathing.
Not a single person in sight.
A grin instantly broke out across his face now that Godric felt reassured that he was not late... or he couldbe so late that they'd given up waiting and already left.
Damn.
The grin faded just as quickly as it had appeared as he looked up at the sky pleadingly; murmuring that if anyone was listening up there, they'd have the power to make it so that he was on time.

When no reply or sign came, Godric let out a slight groan and turned his gaze to his robes; covered in dirt thanks to the field escapades. One quick cleaning spell and Godric was at least presentable, late or not. He stayed outside, nothing else to do but wait.

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tags; Dea, Zara?
word count; 603 =D
muse; 49%
music; Quartet, Chess
lyrics; Someday - Sugar Ray
notes;
credits; A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Sugar Ray.

[Dea]

Rowena was hoping this meeting would go according to plan. Believe it or not, they actually needed the dope to help fund the school. And the snakey bastard, but she'd deal with him later. As long as she could get Godric on board, they would, hopefully, be almost 80% of the way there.Rowena sighed. They had no need to be leaving for a good half hour still, and she was restless. Helga was still 'getting ready.' Rowena feared that Helga was already forming an attachment to the dope. This may not be good. Perhaps she'd soon have to give her 'the talk' again. And she hoped they never, ever, had to go there again.

Shaking away that memory, Rowena focused on the task at hand. Which was nothing. She smoothed out the folds in her dress. And again. She played around with a strand of her hair. She turned a pillow in a cat. Crap. Rowena, that was not your pillow. She changed it back into a pillow. She sighed. Twenty minutes. Eh, screw it.

"HELGA!" she called, in Helga's general direction. Helga came bustling in, looking ready. And almost too eager. Rowena rolled her eyes, and grabbed Helga's arm. They turned on the spot, and with a loud CRACK! they arrived outside the Gryffindor estate.

Rowena and Helga made their way to the door, hitching their skirts up as they stepped over the more unsightly areas, common to that of a horse yard. Rowena wrinkled her nose at the smell, and then corrected herself. It was rude, and she knew she didn't look her best.

Upon being greeted at the door, they were told 'Master Gryffindor was not home yet.' They were, instead, lead to a meeting room, in which there was a welcoming fire. A rather fat dog napped in front of it, and at their approach raised an eyelid. Rowena and Helga sat, quietly, waiting for Gryffindor's return. Rowena was sat upright, and, out of sheer boredness, changed yet another pillow into a cat. Oh crap, Rowena, there was a dog. He perked up at the first 'mew' of the cat, and was already standing.

Rowena, with wide eyes, tapped the pillow. Safe. Apart from the fact there was a drooling dog head in her lap.

Gryffindor, hurry the hell up.


ooc/ Sorry for the crappiness.

[zara :]]

only shooting stars break the mold ,

you'll never know if you don't go, you'll never shine if you don't glow

&& Of course Helga wasn’t nervous. Not at all. The charm she was using to do he hair just backfired because… well, obviously, there were squirrels outside distracting her. Of course. So now, instead of the wavy hair she’d wanted, there was a mass of red static where her normally sleek hair was, sticking out every which way. She sighed, and looked in the mirror at the atrocity that was her hair. Rowena’s shouting signalled they were leaving soon, and Helga managed to tame her hair with a comb and yanked it into a messy bun. At least her dress was left unscathed by the ordeal with her hair. Of course, it wasn’t what she’d call comfortable, since Rowena had coerced her into wearing a corset, something Helga was not used to.

&& However uncomfortable the device was, she had to admit it gave her an even tinier waist than before, and actually gave her a noticeable chest. Perhaps she should wear one more often, she mused as she made her way out to where Rowena was shouting her name. Ro gave her a scathing look, and then the two best friends linked arms, and disapparated to just outside the massive Gryffindor estate. When they got to the front door, they were escorted into a cozy sitting room, since this Gryffindor person they were supposed to be visiting was not in at the moment. She and Rowena were seated on a couch, and as they waited, Ro turned various pillows into cats, then quickly transfigured them back when she realized there was a dog in the room.

&& Helga picked idly at the corset under her dress, trying to shift herself into a position where the whalebone torture device wouldn’t dig into her spine and ribs. She was acutely aware that Rowena was glaring at her from the corner of her eye, and Helga settled into the couch, trying not to move. The anxiety returned full force as she heard a door open. Thankfully, it was just some servants moving about, not their host, whom Helga has never met. Rowena supposedly knew him, though, and they were here on account of the fact that they needed someone to fund their school endeavour. Well, Rowena’s school, at any rate; it had been her idea, and Helga was.. emotional support, as it were.

&& Only their entire future depended on this meeting being a success. No reason to be nervous. Not at all.

[Haine]

...
Well, they were most certainly late.
Godric had long ago abandoned the idea that he was the late one a whole... five minutes ago. Patience had never really been a virtue of his, and neither had he been gifted with a longer attention span.
"Master Gryffindor?"
Godric looked up suddenly as he was adressed, snapping quickly out of his thoughts. It was a servant that was talking to him, no older than fourteen, looking at him most curiously.
"Yes?"
"Might I ask what you're doing?"
"I'm waiting for my guests."
The servant remained silent for a moment, debating whether or not it would be proper to tell Godric something that would make him look and feel like a complete and utter idiot.
"... Your guests are already inside, Master Gryffindor."
For a moment Godric was unsure which he wanted to do more; yell for not being told sooner (though he knew that it was hardly their fault) or thank them for telling him at all. Instead Godric nodded once before entering the house silently.
He paused outside the door to the sitting room to straighten his robes and to try and sort out his messy hair. A smile as he caught his reflection in a window.
Not perfect, yet good enough.

"I'm sorry ladies, there was something urgent that I had to tend to. I trust that you were treated well?" Godric said as he entered the room, still running his hands through his hair in an attempt to flatten a part that seemed intent on sticking out at a strange angle. Sure, he had lied slightly, having had no urgent thing to attend to, yet it was certainly much better than saying that the dope had been outside the front door for a good while.

His eyes laid on the dog that was resting on Rowena's lap, gazing up at him with a blank look. It was clearly in their way and the overly friendly animal was most certainly distracting. As much as Godric did not want the dog there, it had never listened to or obeyed him before, and there was no reason for it to start now. The dog continued to stare at him and Godric stared back, before re-opening the door in the hope that it would soon get bored and leave them in peace.

"Now," Godric started, sitting down slowly into the seat opposite the two, "what can I help you both with today?"

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tags; Dea, Zara?
word count; 408
muse; 63%
music; Tommy Shane Steiner - What If She's an Angel
lyrics; Someday - Sugar Ray
notes; Crappy and long overdue. D:
credits; A ROCKET TO THE ELLE @ caution 2.0 steal and she will take her rocket and stuff it in your... mouth. Yes, your mouth. =D Do not remove any credit, including the image at the end. Lyrics belong to Sugar Ray.