* FOUNDER / HOGWARTS

dependent rowena ravenclaw from harry potter. penned by trina. affiliated with legionshq.

[eruditesouls]

closed starter for helga hufflepuff ( @helgc )

                    rowena shouldn’t be surprised. logically, it sounds plausible. she’s found godric, merlin, & salazar, even her dearest helena. she should have expected helga to pop up at some point. in fact, it seems as if her subconsciousness has expected it for a long time but that doesn’t change her excitement at seeing a very familiar & loved face.  “  helga !  ”  her cold & distant facade fades as she greets one of her truest & her closest friend. 

[eruditesouls]

closed starter for helena ravenclaw ( @rvlcthcworld )

                    “  helena ?  ”  rowena knew that this world brought about doppelgangers, duplicates, even alternate versions of a few people. she herself had a number of copies, people who could be mistaken as her if they were not too certain of her details— if she didn’t have bright blue eyes or a distinct irish accent in her voice. though her amount of days spent in this town has passed a month’s time, she hasn’t seen one who looked like her daughter... until now. she held both suspicion & hope, part of her wishing for her daughter while another hoping that she’s safe in their time. 

[eruditesouls]

closed starter for scorpius malfoy ( @lcstxsouls )

                    “  don’t be scared.  ”  rowena finds the irony in her words quite amusing, enough to create a glint in her eyes if it were not for her decades long practice in maintaining a cold & distant expression. she, a stranger, had approached him & said such a thing... her eloquence seems lacking as of today. or maybe her failure is due to feeling the aura of magic coming from him.  “  i just need you to come with me for a minute.  ”  she hopes that she’s correct in her hypothesis. otherwise, she’d look insane what with her medieval wear & the infamous tiara on her head.

[eruditesouls]

closed starter for james sirius potter ( @mischiefismagick )

                    “  whatever it is you plan to ask, the answer is no !  ”  rowena exclaims all of a sudden, blue hues leaving the book she’d been reading to give one of the coldest stares she could muster at the stranger who approached her table. ever since she arrived in this town, the witch has been bombarded with questions about her doppelgangers, as well as, questions on how to get back to their home. yes, she’s hailed to be the brightest witch of her time but do people not understand the gap of her knowledge compared to those who lived in the future ? it’s impossible for her to create a solution if they couldn’t & it’s frustrating for both parties, more so her than them. 

[eruditesouls]

GODRIC / BOLDSOUL

she  doesn’t  need  a  single  person .    not  him ,  not  helga ,  not  salazar   —   sometimes  he  thinks  she  could  have  established  the  school  all  on  her  own   &   that  the  rest  of  them  were  just  help  she  accepted  because  she ,  logically ,  saw  no  downside  in  it .    she  didn’t  need  him .    she  could  hex  him ,  easily .    his  confidence  stems  from  knowing  she  is  lighter  on  him .   that  she’s  allowed  him  some  cushion  in  what  he  can  get  away  with .    she  knows  him ,  they’re  friends .    she  didn’t  need  him ,  but  he  certainly  liked  to  believe  she  liked  him   &   his  company .     he  knew  he  liked  hers ,  perhaps  even  a  little  too  much .

though  she’s  read  his  chapters   &   lines ,  he  often  wonders  if  she  seen  the  times  his  expression  softens  to  so  simply    ——    smitten .    those  times  he  looks  at  her  as  though  she  hung  the  stars  in  the  sky ,   or  when  his  eyes  shine  at  her  as  though  he’s  seen  nothing  more  lovely  in  his  life .    if  she  has ,  perhaps  it  is  written  off .    if  she  hasn’t ,  well ,  then  that’s  simply  it .   she  hasn’t .    he’s  not  sure  which  he’d  rather ,  or  if  he  rather  that  she’s  noticed  it  all ,  understands  it ,   &   ignores  it .    if  it  is  rejection ,  he  can  take  that .   he  won’t  rage ,  he’s  not  immature   &   his  respect  for  her   &   her  wishes  is  stronger  than  that ,  but  he  also  doesn’t  think  that  would  stop  the  light  feelings  for  her  he’s  gained  in  his  heart .

convincing  isn’t  necessary .   she  could  offer  him  to  simply  sit   &   watch  her  read   &   though  sitting  so  still  wouldn’t  be  his  favorite  activity  he’d  take  part  if  just  to  join  her  for  a  moment .    he  takes  her  bag ,  tugging  it  over  his  shoulder .   giving  her  a  kind  smile ,  he  nods  once .            ❝     seems  a  fair  penance .   i  can  say ,  i’m  not  sure  how  much  longer  you’ve  been  here  than  i ,  if  longer  at  all ,  but  you  were  not  missing  from  the  world  i  left .   i  saw  you  what  must  have  been  just  hours  before  finding  myself  here .     ❞

                         there’s a similarity between reading a person & reading a book written in a newly learned language. or so rowena believes— having experienced both heavily throughout the years. her insistence of challenging herself & her dislike of having accessible books that she couldn’t read created such experiences. to read a person, the bright witch had the tendency of observing them for long periods of time— watching them go through every emotion, taking note of their body’s language, & comparing it to hers for reference. the more they enacted a certain emotion, the more she saw particular ‘words’ in ‘sentences’, the easier it is for rowena to read it, even if they hid it well.

                         she will deny it until her last breathe but the bright witch had a habit of observing godric, of reading him more than most out of sheer affection curiosity. she knows when he’s mad, mischievous, happy, sad, & almost everything else before he could even open his mouth or show it so brightly & loudly that the whole world would know his emotion. there is one emotion that she can’t figure out, a certain emotion that never ceases to keep her curiosity in tact when it came to him. rowena sees it in his gaze, his gentle manner, his smiles. she can empathize with what it is, having sent the same yet subtler reactions to him, but can’t name or understand what it is. the witch has meticulously copied all her emotions from one part of her mind to another, trying to compare her acknowledged emotions to her own & his, even dimming his emotion to match her more subtle cues. but nothing she knew compared to it. not the love she held for her daughter, nor salazar & helga, nor her once arranged fiancee turned late husband & father of her child.

                         her head bows in acknowledgement to his words, realizing at that moment, that she was not the best subject for this question. she holds a habit of disappearing for hours in the library, forgetting the passage of time once a book hooks her in. there were even days, mostly weekends, when she would be a rare sight in the great hall, taking her meals in her room & spending her leisure time grading parchments & writing yet another research. she could have disappeared for days & no one would truly wonder, believing her to be stuck in yet another time-consuming idea.

                         “  then, we shall check by year & season,  ”  rowena counters easily, forming a new plan in place of her previously crushed idea,  “  though i wonder if it’ll truly ease my heart & soul to know we’re from the same time or if it will leave me distressed.  ”  there were positive & negative effects to such information. resting her clasped hands by her front, the witch moves forward, leading them to the nearest park,  “  the time i came from... it was winter & my daughter was partway through her 6th year. a time after your biggest fight with dear salazar.  ”

[eruditesouls]

MERLIN / YOUNGWARLCK

he’s  praised  by  magical  kind ,  was  in  her  day   &   still  today .    looked  to  like  a  messiah ,  a  savior  who  could  stop  the  world  from  spinning  if  he  so  wanted  to !     the  great   &   powerful  merlin .    prince  of  enchanters .   maybe  he  can  stop  the  world  from  spinning ,  can  take  everything  apart  by  the  very  fabric  of  it’s  making   —–   doesn’t  mean  he  knows  how ,  even  in  the  rare  times  he  wants  to  help .   doesn’t  mean  he  doesn’t  find  himself  at  losses .   maybe  he  is  a  god ,  but  his  mind  is  still  human .    even  at  his  age  he  has  not  riddled  out  everything  the  world  had  within  it .   he  can  agree  with  her   :   it’s  frustrating .    though  his  frustration  doesn’t  stem  from  his  inability  to  gather  the  information  like  her’s ,  but  rather  the  thought  of  something  being  out  of  his  power  to  control .

if  there  was  a  spark  of  hope  in  his  eyes ,  it’s  snuffed  out .    a  sigh  deflates  his  frame   &   a  cool  neutral  washes  over  him .    he’s  not  disappointed ,  he  can’t  expect  her  to  know   &   solve  everything ,  but  he  is  tired  of  falling  back  to  step  one  so  consistently .        ❝     then  we’re  no  closer  to  getting  out  of  here .    ❞          he  shakes  his  head ,  glancing  up  to  the  sky   &   giving  it  a  look  as  though  it  had  done  him  some  personal  insult .          ❝     it’s  magic ,  something  about  it  is ,  but  it’s    ——    as  though  it’s  been   …   mutated ,  somehow .   i’m  not  sure .     ❞          it  doesn’t  feel  right ,  that’s  all  he  knows  for  certain .

he  looks  back  to  her ,  her  brow  furrowed  in  frustration  over  sharp  eyes ,   &  ,  despite  everything ,  he  manages  a  faint  smile  to  her .    their  situation  is  less  than  fortunate ,  irritating  to  the  both  of  them ,  but  there  is  a  silver  lining  beyond  all  that .   they’re  in  a  situation  together  again  at  all  is  a  comfort .   at  the  end  of  the  day  she  was  his  friend   &   he  would  admit  to  having  missed  her .    his  head  shifts  in a  slight  nod .         ❝     it’s  good  to  see  you  again ,  though ,  rowena .   it’s  been   —   probably  not  long  for  you ,  i’d  imagine ,  but  a  while  for  me .     ❞

                    rowena's always been aware of her limit, aware of the range of her knowledge. she's never declared herself to be the smartest witch, having enough logic to truly understand that someone else will always be smarter, better, stronger, etc. all she could do is be satisfied with giving it all her & continue doing the one thing she loves more than anything else— learning. it’s this ability to be self-aware of her strengths & weakness, her capabilities & limits, that make rowena celebrated as the brightest witch of her time, & it’s also the reason as to why she never expected herself to figure out a solution to this problem of theirs.

                   oh, she will try, of course. the challenge of figuring out how to get back to their time is simply too interesting. but she knows better than to pressure herself, to shoulder the burden of figuring it all out by herself. she knows that a millenia’s worth of lack of knowledge means that she’s not anywhere near as smart or as advanced as the average town folk, that if she wants to help, she must adapt first. blue hues drift to the cafe table she left a few minutes ago, still holding the grade school science & history books, before glancing back at the older wizard. 

                   “  your prowess in magic is, as always, awe-inspiring,  ”  she admits in a nod, head tilting upward, an instinctive movement whenever she talks about magic in general, believing it to be more air-like in quality even when its said to surround them everywhere,  “  i have no reason to think of it as mutated until you said so... but i’ll keep that in mind when reading.  ”  her physical copies of books pertaining to magic may be a millenia & a different universe away but her skills in occlumency is as great as salazar’s legilimency, creating the biggest library she’s ever seen, inside her mind.  “  never doubt that your presence isn’t wanted & longed for, old friend. you’re a welcome companion, no matter how short the length between our two meetings are.  ”

[fuckyeahgodricandrowena]

Helga spent hours of hard work concocting an antidote-potion with Salazar’s assistance ; Godric offered his help at first. But the red-haired wizard realised he wasn’t strong enough to leave her bedside.

[fuckyeahgodricandrowena]

Katie McGrath as Rowena Ravenclaw Richard Madden as Godric Gryffindor

[goldenalbatross]

I’ll be by your side, wherever you fall. In the dead of night, whenever you call. Please don’t fight these hands that are holding you.

Richard Madden as Godric, son of Gryffindor Katie Mcgrath as Rowena ingen Ravenclaw

[eruditesouls]

SALAZAR / LCSTXSOULS

“so it is you,” salazar nodded. he knew that he wouldn’t exactly be someone that rowena wanted to see, but it was almost a relief to know that he wasn’t the only one taken from some far away time and stuck here. “and you’re here.” he was trying to figure out how they had all ended up in the same place somewhere no one seemed to understand and it was almost too much for him to try and answer or comprehend. “i wouldn’t expect godric to.. want.. my company at this point, but that’s never stopped me from putting myself around him before,” he said. he couldn’t expect his old friend to want anything to do with him, especially given that the last time he saw him there’d been a bit of words and he’d left. 

                        though her relationship with salazar has spanned for quite some time, it's length near a decade if she can recall correctly, there were moments in their life that rowena had to resist her mind's wishes to roll her eyes. with all her wisdom & infamous intelligence, she's still unable to understand the two's, who had been as close to each other as her & helga, actions & behavior towards one another. how they're quick to insult, quick to argue... one would assume they were enemies at first glance. she could never act that way towards sweet helga, her best friend & life long companion— it'll hurt her soul too much.  “  yes, well...  ”  she starts with a small amused scoff,  “  your heedless attitude may as well be put in use. we're in an unknown, millenium-forward land with only the three of us, par merlin, coming from the same time & world. it'll do good if we stick together for a while.  ”

[eruditesouls]

NEWT / OFSCAVENGCRS

“With that you might be right, Miss. And, I apologize for being so careless. The situation did simple overwhelm me a little.” He made sure that Niffler would return into the suitcase, and that said suitcase would be properly looked this time.

“There are actually a few others, Miss. But I did not bring them here to cause mischief, ot to release them in this world. I just wish to be able to study them in peace for a while, that is all.” He knew that many people thought differently. Maybe. Which was why Newt needed to prove them wrong.

                       “  clearly,  ”  while her tone held a patience she's often forced to maintain whenever in a room with godric & salazar, it also held an impatience that could only be heard whenever someone withheld information from her— information she's much too curious about. it took his earlier answer for rowena to believe that he truly plans on studying these animals instead of bringing them out. she may not be the best judge of character, that title belonging to helga, but she knows mischief like the back of her hand, knows its glint from staring at godric's eyes too much.  “  i shall trust you to know what you're doing with these animals & i shall trust that you never let men named godric or salazar near them, or even know of them.  ”

[eruditesouls]

GODRIC / BOLDSOUL

godric  liked  to  savor  moments .    capture  them  in  his  mind   &   hold  them  for  as  long  as  memory  would  allow .    he’s  startled  her  slightly ,  enough  that  recognizes  he  nearly  faced  a  curse  for  his  actions ,  but  there  is  still  a  moment ,  in  pulling  away  enough  to  see  one  another  clearly ,  where  he  sees  a  curve  on  her  lips .     it’s  a  better  victory  than  any  won  battle  can  bring  to  have  been  able  to  spark  one  of  her  smiles .    they  were  often  more  rare  than  the  world’s  most  precious  jewels   &   far  more  beautiful ,  in  his  opinion .    even  if  this  smile  doesn’t  complete   &   ends  too  soon  he  still  grasps  at  it  in  his  mind   &   pins  the  image  to  his  heart  to  wear  like  a  badge  of  honor .    despite  her  following  scowl ,  the  moment  is  enough  to  tell  him  that  she’s  as  happy  to  see  him  as  he  is  to  see  her .

he’s  comfortable  with  many  things ,  despite  what  society  or  rules  say  about  them .   it  takes  courage  to  defy  what  the  world  expects   &   prove  what  is  thought  to  be  right  wrong .    he  also  knows ,  though ,  that  she  is  not  so  keen  as  he  on  reckless  rule   &   expectation  breaking .   she  has  the  wisdom  to  break  some ,  when  it  is  so  clearly  needed ,  but  has  far  more  grace  about  it .   she  didn’t  have  anything  like  his  more  impulsive  nature  by  any  means .    though  a  new  age  here ,  he’s  aware  they  are  closer  than  she  would  be  fond  of  in  a  public  place .    he  is  a  respectful  man ,  to  those  he  knows  deserve  it  from  him .    at  the  smack  against  his  arm  he  chuckles   &   recedes  to  put  space  between  them .    

 ❝     you  wouldn’t  hex  me  and  you  know  it .    probably  ought  to ,  yes  you’re  right  on  that ,  but  you  wouldn’t .     ❞               he  smiles  more  cheerfully  than  he  has  in  days .    he’s  happy ,  delighted ,   &   has  always  been  simply  awful  at  keeping  any  emotion  off  his  face .    always  an  open  book ,  content  to  let  her  read  every  page .             ❝     give  me  time ,  i  promise  i’ll  find  someway  to  return  those  years  to  you ,  lady  ravenclaw .     ❞

                     it takes considerable will power not to roll her eyes at godric’s confidence about his statement— half wishing that she could find it within herself to latch on to his words, turn them into a dare, & turn her wand on him. a small stinging hex would definitely do the trick & remind him that while she followed their century’s rules & expectations, she was also the woman who raised her daughter all by herself after her first husband died. she didn’t allow herself to submit to men’s beliefs about a woman needing a man to survive, & she will not do so now with him.

                     pressing her lips together, tight enough to form a thin line, rowena dismisses those thoughts from her mind. one of her closest friends is here, in this unknown land, as well. she’s already slapped his arm once, it’s enough punishment for his foolhardy actions earlier, enough reminder to act less impulsive. though she hates to admit it, this is one of the instances where she showcases a tolerance to godric’s behavior more than others. if she isn’t so fond of the man who’s so willing to defend her honor, who looks at her so brightly, whose emotions & thoughts she can so easily & gladly read for days, the witch from the glens would have continued in her reprimands. 

                     “  dearest godric,  ”  sarcasm falls easily on her sharp tongue,  “  do not tempt me so.  ”  in one quick movement, she turns back around & packs her books, placing them inside the shopping bag they came from. there’s no reason to stay, not when her peaceful afternoon of reading has changed into something more chaotic, yet pleasant. she may be able to waste her day away by sitting around with her mind in a different literary world but godric, she knew, is as sprightly as any young man. offering the bag, in case he wishes to carry them, rowena hesitates for a second before responding in a hopefully convincing manner,  “  you can start by joining me for a walk, where you shall tell me tales about your entrance to this world & the day you disappeared in ours. i’ve been curious to know whether those in our world has noticed our absence.  ”

[eruditesouls]

MERLIN / YOUNGWARLCK

it’s  not  that  he  didn’t  see  her .    he  did  see  her ,  as  soon  as  glanced  at  the  few  tables  of  the  library’s  cafe .    he  did  see  her   —   it’s  just  that  she  looks  all  too  similar  to  someone  else .    someone  who ,  had  he  not  seen  but  days  ago ,  he  would  normally  be just  as  baffled  to  see .    as  it  were ,  though ,  he  was  all  too  aware  of  morgana’s  presence  in  the  town   &   though  they  were  not  at  each  other’s  throats  by  any  means  he  still  sought  to  avoid  her  for  the  time  being .    he  kept  eyes  ahead ,  head  down .   he  had  planned  to  go  to  the  library  to  collect  books  for  arthur  to  read   (  it  was  easier ,  merlin  agreed ,  to  read  about  history  rather  than  merlin  recalling  whatever  bits  come  to  mind  from  memory  )   but  now ,  on  second  thought ,  he  thinks  he’ll  go  buy  them  both  lunch  instead .

he  almost  escapes ,  he  likes  to  think .    the  foot  traffic  across  the  street ,  though ,  isn’t  thick  enough  to  hide  in  as  well  as  merlin  would  like .    at  his  name  his  pace  picks  up ,  at  her  request ,  though ,  it  slows .   it’s  only  just  there ,  a  small  detail  that  makes  all  the  difference .   an  accent  that  hugs  along  vowels .    morgana  wasn’t  irish .   his  slowing  steps  come  to  a  stop   &   he  turns ,  brow  draw  in  confusion  at  a  woman  who ,  as  well  as  sharing  a  striking  resemblance  to  morgana ,  shouldn’t  be  in  this  place  or  time  as  much  as  his  once  rival  should .    how  many  ghosts  of  the  past  were  going  to  find  him  here ,  exactly ?

❝     rowena  …  ?  ❞             his  eyes  flick  to  her  feet  than  back  to  her  face .   as  elegant  as  ever ,  the  wise  head  of  ravenclaw  house .    a  pupil   &   teacher  to  him  simultaneously .           ❝     what   —   what  are  you  doing  here ?     ❞          foolish  question ,  old  man .    hardly  anyone  here  knew  much  of  why  they  were  in  this  town .    but  part  of  him  hopes ,  with  all  her  intelligence   &   love  of  research ,  she  might  know  reasoning  behind  things .    she  might  have  seen  something  he  overlooked .

                    her athletic prowess is heavily lacking— an information rowena knows all too well & is harshly reminded once more as she paces towards the wizard. she isn’t godric who held a fondness for muggle & magical duels, nor salazar who fought those who oppose him with no falter or hesitation or thinking ( in her opinion ), nor is she helga whose skills for herbology & cooking gift her athleticism incomparable to the women of their age. the most physical activity she did on a daily basis is lift or grab books, actions that can be replaced with a well-placed wingardium leviosa or accio. what she lacks in strength & stamina, she makes up for strategy, pacing herself in a manner that doesn’t exhaust her & taking the shortest quickly calculated routes.

                    “  thank heavens,  ”  she starts as soon as she reaches merlin, hand to her heart. she’s not so fragile as to get tired after a few blocks of chasing him, but the insane footwear rowena’s been given to wear has her struggling to keep up & to center herself as to not fall & make a scene.  “  same reason as you, i believe.  ”  her face turns neutral, blue eyes blank with the basic emotions that usually shined on them, her lips pressed together. it’s the blank face she constantly wears when annoyed. not the general annoyance she holds for godric & salazar when they fought, or the annoyance she showcases when her students prefer to mess around & chat than listen to her, but an annoyance stemming from her inability to find an answer. 

                    different hypothesis have passed her mind, some taking root due to being highly plausible & some locked away due to their insane nature— that could be hold a grain of truth... somehow.  “  i’m no closer to knowing why we were all gathered here, if that’s what you wish to know,  ”  it’s frustrating to say it out loud, to word out her inability to find out the truth after several days of search. but wisdom came from admitting her faults & working harder to conquer them.  

[eruditesouls]

HELGA / MVVNLIGHTSOULS

Of all the four founders of Hogwarts, it was easy to claim that Helga was the sweetest spirit, her heart and mind were open to all, the most accepting. When discussing which pupils could be accepted, she was the one to stand above the rest and welcome all, all humans of magical potential deserved the right to an education that could hone their talent, not just those who were brave, cunning, and wise. There was a point in which she wished to discuss education for many more who held magic, but even she agreed that perhaps there was a point to draw the line. There had been many a discussion like that, some ending in tears of laughter as the four talked, thinking on their sometimes-ridiculous plans for the school, and some ending in bitterness, something she had always tried to quell.

She felt blessed, truly, at what she had managed to forge with the others, their beautiful institution, that she only hoped would continue to teach others, no matter their blood status or qualities. But most of all, she cared more for the less material things, the bonds that she had built with Rowena, with Godric, with Salazar. Friendship was something to aspire to no matter one’s age, and at times she had found it in those, despite occasional intervening circumstances.

In this strange new land, this fascinating new land that had her hands often reaching to touch around her, she admittedly missed the odd group of them. Settling as well as the woman could, she changed easily to new circumstances, her nature that was remarked to be jolly and full of life on a number of occasions proving to be a beautiful aid. Feet rustling against the ground, ballet pumps wrapping her feet, her clothes were loose and free on her, still holding the small reminiscent moments from the robes and gowns once worn as a normality. Pausing in a bookstore, fingers brushed against a cookbook, her forte. A sigh running from her, happy with a tilting of her lips, she tucked it under her elbow, always preferring her own recipes, but never afraid to take a chance. Hues moving as she stepped to the counter, that was when a beam spread light across her, a name calling from her. “Rowena!” Always more uplifted in nature, she pressed closer, hoping for the confirmation it was the woman of wit and wisdom she knew so well.

 @eruditesouls REPLIED FOR A STARTER!

                    it’s no surprise to anyone who knew her that rowena could be found in a book store every few days & the library in between those days. the four libraries of hogwarts— the main library, ravenclaw library, headmaster library, & a secret library on the 7th floor had all began due to her massive collection of books & her lack of space to place them. she’d mostly filled all four places & still had a huge collection back at her home & in her rooms. if that wasn’t enough to showcase her addiction, the fair witch from the glen is known to habitually read 200 thousand words per day, at the least, & nearing 500 thousand, at the most. now that she’s unwillingly in a brand new world, with a thousand year old well of information to drink on, rowena finds herself spending her money & time learning about this world, their history, technology, classics, etc. 

                    with a hand basket full of thick text books about this world’s international laws, rowena starts moving towards the counter only to stop halfway as she caught a voice shouting her name. blue eyes lift up from its gaze at her chosen books, glancing around in a manner far more refined & relaxed than how she’s feeling currently. it took a while but she caught sight of the woman who called her name. it’s the sight of her that brought a smile to the reserved woman. she may not be known for smiling, compared to the two founders, but there were a few people who could bring it out of her— her daughter helena, godric, & her best friend, helga. 

                    “  helga !  ”  it’s a noise unfitting for a woman of her nobility. too loud, they would say. too man-like. but rowena barely cared about the opinions of society, a society that wanted her to learn how to be a proper wife instead of learn, a society that couldn’t bear the thought that she’d been able to raise a child all by herself with no need for a man in her life. her pace is quick, a stride, almost run. she doesn’t attack helga with a hug but drops her basket in the nearest table, her hands reaching forward to clasp the hufflepuff’s hands within her own.  “  dearest helga. forgive my disregard to your situation & discomfort at finding yourself in a new world. but i must insist on telling you how glad i am to find you. i’ve foolishly thought that i’d be outnumbered by our men here.  ”

[eruditesouls]

SALAZAR / LCSTXSOULS

Salazar was starting to accept the fact that he was somewhere unknown where his magic worked and that was both confusing and exciting for him. He had managed to find something to eat, walking down the street once more when he thought he spotted an old friend. Hesitantly, he walked over to her and shook his head. 

“Rowena? Can it be?” he asked, certain that his mind could be easily playing tricks on him. Not to mention he’d passes several people he could have sworn looked exactly as someone else he had seen. Surly they couldn’t all be taking Polyjuice potion? 

((closed for @eruditesouls​))

"  salazar ?  ”  rowena’s tone held a heavy set of disbelief, blue eyes roaming up & down his figure to make certain that it really was him & not some look-a-like. of course, his looks weren’t the only factor in making her consider that its really salazar. the fact that he knew her is a great indicator. she knew better than most that identical looks didn’t mean they’re the same person, having heard from great authority that her irish accent & the bluer shade of eyes were the only features she had different from morgana.  “  you’re here,  ”  she comments half-hazardly, mind already running through different reasons as to why they could be here. one founder is an accident, two is a happy coincidence, three is definitely a plan in action.  “  and here, i thought, i’d be the only one to bear godric’s company.  ”  she formulated her phrase in an exact way, tone & face neutral to hide the fact that salazar had left them a few months ago in her memories— a way to know if this salazar has left them already or not. 

[defsy]

[fuckyeahgodricandrowena]

la-truffe:

katie mcgrath as rowena ravenclaw

[eruditesouls]

NEWT / OFSCAVENGCRS

He shook his head, bascially still looking like a dog who had caught doing something forbidden, and feeling pretty guilty because of it. “I swear, my intentions are all good, Miss.” he explained, even managing to relax a little at her kind words. 

“See, I am a Magizoologist. My love are magical creatures, I study them to write a book. Some of them trust me and stay with me, allowing me to study them further,” a small smile followed his words. “I aim to show the Wizarding World that moast of them are not as dangerous as people tend to think sometimes.”

                      rowena recalls the forest a small distance away from the hogwarts castle, a recent addition due to a certain founder’s obsession with the idea. she recalls the magical creatures roaming inside it, both gentle & dangerous. to have creatures willing to leave their home & stay with him is a sign of skill— a skill she quickly respects for what its worth.

                    “  caution & knowledge often go hand in hand. those cautious must know why they need to be cautious & how to protect themselves, & those knowledgeable should be cautious in case their last burst of desire for knowledge or overconfidence cause their downfall.  ”  the witch tries to balance both, the latter being a temptation barely resisted if not for her daughter who she needs to be a role model to.  “  may i ask what other creatures you’ve brought to this world ? ”

[eruditesouls]

HELENA / HCLLSFIRC

+ ✧ · ˚ .     helena could not BELIEVE her eyes. there she stood, looking at her reflection in some glass. her ghostly form had been replaced with PALE, CREAMY skin && she could actually FEEL the sunlight’s beams against her new skin. she appeared as though she did the day before she was MURDERED by the baron. tears STREAMED down the young girl’s cheeks as the emotion of FINALLY being human —— being ALIVE —— caught up with her.     “     i cannot believe this ! look at me !     ”     she turned to the first person whom passed by.     “     i’m human ——     ”     the words were broken, full of emotion. 

                     it’s clear that rowena hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, eyes focused on the technology she’s been taught to use & is currently trying to master. if she had, she would have noticed her daughter far earlier. it’s only by luck that she’s nearby when helena spoke, her head lifting up at the voice she’s spent half of her life listening for. glancing behind her, the sight makes her eyes widen in surprise, already on the verge of memorizing everything. there’s no doubt in her mind that her daughter’s right before her— only a few years older than she’s last seen.  “  helena,  ”  a grateful tone becomes the backbone of that word, only to be interchanged to a more questioning & worried when she recalls what helena just said.

                     “  helena ?  ”  rowena’s asking for an explanation, hoping that the connected logic she formed just a few seconds ago isn’t true. she doesn’t want to know that her daughter died around this age, that her saying ‘human’ implied that she was either turned into a creature ( vampire, werewolf, & the like ) or turned to a ghost. her heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.