( con't from here. ) || @fallencrowns
Godric shook his head. "And still ever the one to take insult too quickly." He clicked his tongue. "I never said you lacked finesse. Merlin's beard your hand flicks put some of the women's to shame." And it was something of a compliment. Far be it for him to praise the other too much. Neither needed much by the way of more compliments inflating their egos.
Godric nodded in understanding though that hardly stopped the smirk from forming about his features. He sympathized with Sal --- truly he did, but he also knew some of this was merely Sal's unwillingness to accept the idea of being wrong about magic for once. Magic was older than time itself. Long before any of the founders came along, magic was likely hidden within all of nature waiting to be cultivated.
Many witches and warlocks learned to draw from that very nature and wield power in the palm of their hands while some found the knowledge to harness that raw power within a single, ordinary ( at the time ) stick. Those who were out in the open with their heresy were burned at the stake while others folded into the shadows practicing in secret. Not until decisions were made and precautions taken that they were able to come out into the open --- among their own kind of course --- and be the wizards they were born to be. There were still many restrictions, particularly as it pertained to practicing magic in front of Muggles. But all in all, they were much better off than they were centuries ago and it allowed them to thrive, even if in secret.
"You know, I do not pretend to understand all of the wand lore. The man could be right or he could be wrong in your case. However, I feel the need to point out that the rest of us have had no trouble pushing our wands to limits. None of ours have splintered thus far." He paused. "I have a theory, brother… about your problem."
On that note, Godric quickly stood, his tea being forgotten for the time being as his wand produced itself again. "The man said to think of the wand as an extension of ourselves." Godric extended his arm and by doing so, the wand itself. "If we think of the object as apart of us, the magic flows quite freely. You brother, have yet to embrace the idea of using a wand let alone seeing it as a part of you or your equal. Until you embrace it, you'll probably keep breaking them because your very nature is in direct conflict with the object."
Godric gave the wand a little wave producing a small bouquet of flowers. He'd give those to Helga later as a peace offering but for now, he plopped back down into his seat, reaching for his tea. He knew words had probably fallen on deaf ears, but he felt the need to speak up all the same. He wasn't the type of person to insist that he was right all the time, but in the case of this wand lore stuff, he had a feeling it truly ran as deep as the man claimed. Magic had been around long before himself and Salazar which meant they couldn't possibly know ALL of its secrets. It would take lifetimes to learn everything there is to know about magic and so he was certain the Ollivander family's words held some truth to them.
"I do not expect you to take my advice about the wand, brother. You do what you want. As for our other disagreements…" And he let his thought end there because he did not come here for a rehash over the morning's venture. It would have been all too easy to let himself get swept away in another passionate defense of Muggles, but no. Not now. This was about Sal missing dinner. Not what Hogwarts needed or didn't need for the billionth time.
There was a growing silence between them and on that note, he let himself sip his tea in thought. Things were changing between himself and the other founders, particularly where it concerned the man seated across from him. For the most part, everyone agreed that the school was necessary so children could learn magic from proper wizards ( themselves of course ). However, the longer they ventured on this journey, the more Godric realized differences between them ideally could fracture the very foundation they built in the worst way. He didn't want it to. Only he himself knew just how much this venture meant to him, but… he couldn't change the others and their thinking. Salazar's indifference as of late was not something new --- a point he often made to the other founders.
However, they seemed to think that his indifference was borderline out of line these days and often stressed to Godric that it needed to be capped. Whenever he refused to address certain issues, they often looked at it as Godric refusing to see what was right in front of him. Rowena could 'read the tea leaves' so to speak and often challenged Godric on his friendship with Salazar. 'Men see what they want to see until it is too late…' Ominous words coming from the Lady of Ravenclaw, but he chose to ignore them. He was not giving up on Salazar --- not yet, if ever. There was plenty of time for him to see just how wrong he was about Muggles ( among other things ). Was it a slim chance? Well, sure, but Godric was choosing to see the glass half full for now.
"I'm sure Helga would like that very much. At the very least, it'll keep her from sending me to chastise you. Let's just keep them happy, aye? Work's always more fun when they aren't side eyeing us all day."
He went back to sipping his tea but Sal's slight change in demeanor did not go unnoticed. The tapping of fingers against the arm's rest had the wheels turning in Godric's head. Was…something wrong? Well, more than usual. Something was always wrong these days given their disagreements, but it seemed something else was on Sal's mind. Godric thought to inquire, but Sal did him the kindness of speaking up first.
Tea now finished, Godric straightened his casual posture, giving Sal his undivided attention. An owl huh? Contents brought to the founders often ranged from the most high of praises to conspiracies about what was really happening behind those highly protected walls. Some people even believed they were preparing to take over the wizarding world. As preposterous as it had initially sounded, Rowena pointed out that it wasn't every century that four elite wizards used their power for humble means as opposed to something terrible. Perhaps people's fears were warranted but they couldn't have been more wrong.
Nevertheless, Godric waited as Sal finally volunteered the information pertaining to the owl. He wasn't going to scold Sal for keeping it to himself although the other two might very well had. However, Godric firmly believed that he had no reason to distrust Sal and so such a lie was easy to brush off. But what he thought was merely another letter criticizing their efforts turned out to be something much more meaningful. That is to say, it was exactly what he had thought but the source of the content hit home a bit different, especially for Salazar.
"My brother, you must know not to believe a word of it," he frowned. "What better way to use our talents than influencing young minds for the future? I just… do not understand why he does not see what the world sees. You are… an incredible wizard, Salazar. He may not wish to acknowledge your strength, but it is too late for the world. They already know of your greatness."
He nodded. "Take all the time you need, Salazar. I will make certain you are given the leniency and privacy deserved and speaking of… should I take my leave now? I do apologize for… allowing myself to be persuaded into jumping to conclusions. We all tend to forget that before we were headmasters, we had real lives outside of it first. And families."
