The pair arrived at the tall stone tower along a misty shore. The home of none other than Rowena Crawford. Helga and Godric helped one another climb the slippery slope that led to the doorstep and sighed as they knocked three times on the large wooden door. Any moment now, the riddle would be asked.
As if on cue, the door itself began to rattle as words engraved themselves onto it's front. The question was rather short today. One inquiry. The two sighed with relief.
What always ends everything?
Godric looked to Helga who's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Godric admired the young womans ability to take on any challenge given to her, even in the damp, chilly weather.
"I believe the answer is forgiveness." She suggested, good naturedly. "Because as long as someone forgives and forgets, everything is over and well."
The door engraved upon it a large,
NO
"Well, Rowena likes to throw in the obvious sometimes." Godric pointed out, patting a slighty discouraged Helga on the back. The two brightened up and simultaniously coursed, "G! Because G is the last letter in the word everything!"
Well, that was fast.
Godric puffed out his chest slighty, a wry grin on his face as the door swung open for him. The two entered the home of Rowena with trembles, for one could never know exactly she had set up because things changed dramatically almost every single day. Except for Wednesdays, Wednesdays were always the same unless Rowena felt particularly creative and mischievous.
The tower was dark and in order to make it up the spiral staircase, one had to hold onto the stone walls for dear life and manuvour past Rowena's 'tricks' such as random missing steps, wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot.
When Godric and Helga complained and griped about their difficult journey's to her chamber, Rowena calmly explained to them that it kept ones mind and reflexes sharp and ready for surprises because they could come at you at any moment in life.
The two finally located the door of Rowena's room or otherwise library by feeling the morse coding that she created purely our of rubies and jewls she had found during and dangerous expedition with her mentor, Rodery Ravenclaw.
The code was similar to what one would know as Morse code except far more complex. It stated Rowena's favorite quote,
Wit beyond measure is mans greatest treasure
The door opened itself and allowed Helga and Godric to enter. Helga huffed and puffed, whiping the sweat off of her brow. "Rowena, that was the worst yet!"
Rowena smiled inquisitively, "Oh? But, I provided a rather easy riddle this time. I had to make up for that somehow."
She was lounged in her favorite blue arm chair, wrapped in the confinds of a deep purple blanket that matched that of royalty. It had intricate golden designs with such complexity that Godric and Helga were sure that it had a hidden message in the woven lines that only the clever Rowena could decipher. She noticed Helga's eyes staring at it with disbelief and awe. "Rodery gave it to me. He fabricated it with nothing more than his wand, lavenders and twenty seven nights of moonlight. Isn't he a charmer?"
She smiled, dark eyes dancing with amusement.
"I do not see why you won't take his hand in marraige, Rowena. He aways showers you with abundent gifts and kindness." Helga stated with slight envy, "and his cleverness compliments yours so well. If you do not love him, why do you accept all of that?"
Rowena lounged in her chair carelessly, placing her large book in her lap. "Romance is not my forte, Dear. and it would be rude and quite foolish of me to decline such luxaries if it's offered. It isn't as though I asked him to be my unofficial lackey."
Helga's eyes turned to slits a moment, but she was unable to say more because Godric interrupted. He marched over to Rowena and revealed the cracked broomstick. She blinked, staring up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Godric, I do think you'll have to try a bit harder to compete with Rodery's offerings." She teased, lightly.
Godric rolled his eyes. "No. I need you to fix this. It's a flying broomstick! Or at least, it was a flying broomstick..."
Rowena laughed, "A flying broomstick? Why, that's the most preposterus idea I have ever heard!"
"Why?" Godric asked hotly. He just wanted his broom fixed.
"Well, of all the things the wizarding society could enchant to levitate; I think a broom is the silliest of all!" Rowena said with impish contempt. "That envention will certainly go nowhere."
"Say what you like, but I believe it's the greatest achievment since wands." Godric stalely replied. "It'll be a legend. It'll define the world of wizardry. Everyone will be talking about them."
Rowena fell into a fit of laughter. "I guess they will as long as brutes are reproduced."
Godric sighed heavilly, "Just fix my damn broom. Please."
"Fine. I'll see what I can do. Put it over there." She pointed to a corner to the left, returning to her book. "You two may go. Or feel free to read or explore. Just don't go into the potion room."
"Why not?" Helga and Godric asked.
"You two are the clumsiest pair I know. You'll surely spill something and then I'll have to cure you for raging boils again."
