- Chapter Two -
Godric and the man stood outside the cottage together. There was silence for a few minutes. The man pulled a pipe from his pocket, and a flint box. He began to fiddle with it, but couldn't seem to get it lighted.
"What's that?" asked Godric, interested. The man shoved it quickly in his pocket and turned away, colour rising to his cheeks.
"Just something I use to light my pipe. But it doesn't seem to be working today. Must be the weather . . ." he trailed off, and there was another silence. Godric was thinking how easily he would be able to light it with his wand. His wand had previously belonged to his father, so it wasn't a perfect match, but it would do. But magic was forbidden around strangers. His mother had drilled that into his head at an early age . . .
~Flashback~
"No magic around strangers, dear," Elaine was saying firmly. Little Godric pouted.
"Why not?" he whined. Elaine sighed.
"Not everyone is like us. They have other ways of doing things. Ways that are much harder, but I don't suppose they can help it. When anyone strange comes by, we have to make sure that we act just the same as them. Wear clothes like theirs and such."
"Who cares if we're different?" he demanded.
"They do. They'd get jealous of us, because they have to work very hard. Even harder than us. Of course, there are plenty of things that we could do with our magic, if we knew how. But we don't." She turned away, as if to end the conversation. But Godric was young, and he knew no limits.
"What if we could learn how?" he asked. Elaine was, by now, fed up.
"We don't!" she said sharply. "Now it's your bedtime. Off you go." And he crawled into his bed by the fireside, muttering about how he could beat up anyone who tried to hurt his mother because they were different.
~End of Flashback~
"So, what's your name?" asked Godric. The silence had become unbearable.
"The name's Tom," he said, extending a hand, which Godric shook politely.
"I'm Godric, and my mother's Elaine," he told Tom.
"Yes, your mother informed me of that. My daughter's name is Rowena." Just as he finished saying this, a voice called out from the house.
"Father! Come quickly!" It was Rowena. "You won't believe it! Elaine is a witch!" This caused an immediate uproar. Elaine came running from the house, he apron strings flying as she screamed.
"Godric! Follow me! We have to get out of here!" She ran into the barns, and emerged a minute later, pulling a lazy cow behind her. She tried to mount it, but in her hurry she slipped off.
Tom, by this time, had recovered from his shock.
"Get up, Madame!" he cried. "We're not trying to hurt you! Goodness sakes, we're magical folks ourselves!" At this, Elaine turned, in utter shock, and then burst into tears.
A/N: Another short chapter. I just like writing this, and I wanted to put more in! So. . . the girl is Rowena. . . Possibly a Rowena we know? (Well DUH yeah!) I love reviews! They are yummy. Love y'all!
Godric and the man stood outside the cottage together. There was silence for a few minutes. The man pulled a pipe from his pocket, and a flint box. He began to fiddle with it, but couldn't seem to get it lighted.
"What's that?" asked Godric, interested. The man shoved it quickly in his pocket and turned away, colour rising to his cheeks.
"Just something I use to light my pipe. But it doesn't seem to be working today. Must be the weather . . ." he trailed off, and there was another silence. Godric was thinking how easily he would be able to light it with his wand. His wand had previously belonged to his father, so it wasn't a perfect match, but it would do. But magic was forbidden around strangers. His mother had drilled that into his head at an early age . . .
~Flashback~
"No magic around strangers, dear," Elaine was saying firmly. Little Godric pouted.
"Why not?" he whined. Elaine sighed.
"Not everyone is like us. They have other ways of doing things. Ways that are much harder, but I don't suppose they can help it. When anyone strange comes by, we have to make sure that we act just the same as them. Wear clothes like theirs and such."
"Who cares if we're different?" he demanded.
"They do. They'd get jealous of us, because they have to work very hard. Even harder than us. Of course, there are plenty of things that we could do with our magic, if we knew how. But we don't." She turned away, as if to end the conversation. But Godric was young, and he knew no limits.
"What if we could learn how?" he asked. Elaine was, by now, fed up.
"We don't!" she said sharply. "Now it's your bedtime. Off you go." And he crawled into his bed by the fireside, muttering about how he could beat up anyone who tried to hurt his mother because they were different.
~End of Flashback~
"So, what's your name?" asked Godric. The silence had become unbearable.
"The name's Tom," he said, extending a hand, which Godric shook politely.
"I'm Godric, and my mother's Elaine," he told Tom.
"Yes, your mother informed me of that. My daughter's name is Rowena." Just as he finished saying this, a voice called out from the house.
"Father! Come quickly!" It was Rowena. "You won't believe it! Elaine is a witch!" This caused an immediate uproar. Elaine came running from the house, he apron strings flying as she screamed.
"Godric! Follow me! We have to get out of here!" She ran into the barns, and emerged a minute later, pulling a lazy cow behind her. She tried to mount it, but in her hurry she slipped off.
Tom, by this time, had recovered from his shock.
"Get up, Madame!" he cried. "We're not trying to hurt you! Goodness sakes, we're magical folks ourselves!" At this, Elaine turned, in utter shock, and then burst into tears.
A/N: Another short chapter. I just like writing this, and I wanted to put more in! So. . . the girl is Rowena. . . Possibly a Rowena we know? (Well DUH yeah!) I love reviews! They are yummy. Love y'all!