@cheekbonemagic
It was only in the late hours of the day that Rowena was able to find some time to herself away from her first crop of students and from Godric, Salazaar, and Helga. She loved her friends very much; enough to want to start a school with them and teach students. But the witch needed a few hours alone in silence to work on improving spells and creating new ones to teach at more challenging courses that she had planned for the next school year.
“Right, next on my list--” A slim finger moved down the page until she could find the next one to work on this evening. A travel spell. Ah, easy enough. Perhaps to cast on one of the sweet cakes, a fresh one from dinner, that the house elves made earlier. She could do with a midnight snack.
She pointed her wand at the empty plate on her table and stepped back, clearing her throat. Rowena began to say the spell, commanding the magic to move the object through time and space.
But before she could say cake, a hawk screeched outside, surprising her and causing her to bang her knee into the table. She interrupted her cast--
“Merlin!”
Instead of the sudden sweet, warm scent of the cakes from dinner, she felt herself being pulled through time until she was standing somewhere completely different from her own chambers. Granted, they looked just like a physician’s chambers.
But nothing like what they had at Hogwarts nor at House Ravenclaw. Her brow furrowed. Where was she?
“Hello?” she called out.
