This story is based on Rowena Ravenclaw and all of those delightful sorting
hat songs.
The Thirtieth day of the fourth month of the year of their lord 946:
It seems strange to be wasting this precious parchment when only two days ago I made it from the sickly tree in the farthest corner of my garden. Well my garden until we have finished the castle, which I fear to think is not as close as we would all like.
Let me explain further;
Two years ago I met a wizard while I was on my travels with my father. His name was Godric Gryffindor; in turn I came to meet his closest friend Salazar Slytherin. We immediately became a great group of friends. We stuck together for in these dark times magical folk are far and few between. We kept in touch all through our different journeys and one day I had the most splendid idea.
I was tired of only hearing the words of my two friends and not their faces and I wondered why? With all of our powers and supposed greater intelligence than the non magical folk why have we managed to be so scattered throughout the lands? I thought about it while my father's wagon was bumping and wandering along the forest road and I came up with a solution!
We hold our earliest possessions closer than the ones later on. Our earliest memories influence us more than any others they stay with us, especially if they are made to. The only way to keep a group together is to bring the young together. In every town I have passed through, and I can tell you there have been many, it has always been the young that made the place come alive! It has always been the young that we strive to protect and serve for later generations. We teach and prepare them to teach and prepare their children.
The minute I thought of this idea I scrambled around the wagon looking for parchment and a quill, for which there are plenty as my father sells such things. I put my idea in two letters one to Godric and one to Salazar. Form what I can remember of the letter here it is;
My dearest Godric,
While wanting to see you again I have found the most remarkable thought, why are we so spread apart? Why? Because witches fear for their children's lives, they fear the muggles, they have no place to keep them safe so they move around, example; my father. What if there was a safe place to keep them? What if we created it?
A school where the children of great potential could learn and grow with their kind! It would fuse the lost ties of kinship and love that once held the magical world together to make it almost invincible. We have since found our weakness is in numbers. But what if we were to build again? What if we were to create a safe haven for all witches and wizards around Britain and even Ireland!
This is just an under developed seed of an idea that could be made a beautiful reality if we could, somehow, by some miracle of friendship could be realised. Please write back as soon as possible because I fear if this idea is left stray it will not become a reality.
Yours forever,
Rowena Ravenclaw
I sent this letter off immediately with the family raven, Keenan and within two days she returned, exhausted but with unbelievably enthusiastic replies from both men.
And here we are in the beautiful highlands of Scotland far from prying eyes of the muggles and we have started the building of the fabulous castle that shall teach and encourage the students, if we ever get it finished!
All my love, Rowena
The Thirtieth day of the fourth month of the year of their lord 946:
It seems strange to be wasting this precious parchment when only two days ago I made it from the sickly tree in the farthest corner of my garden. Well my garden until we have finished the castle, which I fear to think is not as close as we would all like.
Let me explain further;
Two years ago I met a wizard while I was on my travels with my father. His name was Godric Gryffindor; in turn I came to meet his closest friend Salazar Slytherin. We immediately became a great group of friends. We stuck together for in these dark times magical folk are far and few between. We kept in touch all through our different journeys and one day I had the most splendid idea.
I was tired of only hearing the words of my two friends and not their faces and I wondered why? With all of our powers and supposed greater intelligence than the non magical folk why have we managed to be so scattered throughout the lands? I thought about it while my father's wagon was bumping and wandering along the forest road and I came up with a solution!
We hold our earliest possessions closer than the ones later on. Our earliest memories influence us more than any others they stay with us, especially if they are made to. The only way to keep a group together is to bring the young together. In every town I have passed through, and I can tell you there have been many, it has always been the young that made the place come alive! It has always been the young that we strive to protect and serve for later generations. We teach and prepare them to teach and prepare their children.
The minute I thought of this idea I scrambled around the wagon looking for parchment and a quill, for which there are plenty as my father sells such things. I put my idea in two letters one to Godric and one to Salazar. Form what I can remember of the letter here it is;
My dearest Godric,
While wanting to see you again I have found the most remarkable thought, why are we so spread apart? Why? Because witches fear for their children's lives, they fear the muggles, they have no place to keep them safe so they move around, example; my father. What if there was a safe place to keep them? What if we created it?
A school where the children of great potential could learn and grow with their kind! It would fuse the lost ties of kinship and love that once held the magical world together to make it almost invincible. We have since found our weakness is in numbers. But what if we were to build again? What if we were to create a safe haven for all witches and wizards around Britain and even Ireland!
This is just an under developed seed of an idea that could be made a beautiful reality if we could, somehow, by some miracle of friendship could be realised. Please write back as soon as possible because I fear if this idea is left stray it will not become a reality.
Yours forever,
Rowena Ravenclaw
I sent this letter off immediately with the family raven, Keenan and within two days she returned, exhausted but with unbelievably enthusiastic replies from both men.
And here we are in the beautiful highlands of Scotland far from prying eyes of the muggles and we have started the building of the fabulous castle that shall teach and encourage the students, if we ever get it finished!
All my love, Rowena