- Chapter Four -
Godric, for once, woke up early. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and then shut them again tightly. He must not move. If he did, he would wake Rowena, who, he realized, was the reason that he was so comfortably warm. During the night, they had gradually moved over towards each other, until they came to the position they were in now, in which Rowena had her arms wrapped around him, and his head was snuggled down into her chest.
He tried to keep still, but it was useless. Rowena awoke, and blinked sleepily, forgetting for a moment where she was. Godric thought she looked incredibly cute like that. Then she realized, as he had, that Godric was practically on top of her. Quickly, looking embarrassed, she moved away from him, and Godric reluctantly did the same.
Just at that moment, Elaine woke up with a start, mid-snore. Godric and Rowena closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep as Elaine began to stomp around the cottage, rattling pots and other things as she started breakfast. Then, she went out to feed the cows.
Rowena promptly slid out of bed and moved towards her bundle of robes on the floor. She looked back at Godric, who was unconsciously staring at her. She glared back, daring him to watch her undress. He blushed and turned away.
After breakfast, Elaine ordered Godric to take Rowena on another walk. He was secretly wondering if his mother was trying to get them to - well - like each other. However, he did not dare to say anything to her.
It was a beautiful morning; the sky was a gorgeous blue colour, without a cloud in sight. Godric and Rowena began to talk about magic; that was all they knew they had in common. Apparently, Tom and Rowena had a few connections in the wizarding world.
"There's one family that lives in a horrible bog," she said. "They're very strange people, father tells me. They have a son, who's just a year older than me, but I've never met him. Mother and Father went to his 'showing' when he was born. It's the kind of thing rich families do."
"Where is your mother?" asked Godric curiously. Rowena's eyes filled with tears, and she turned away.
"I don't really want to talk about it," she said in a stifled voice. Godric looked embarrassed. He would have put his arm around her, but he didn't think it would really be very appropriate.
"So," Rowena finally ventured, after they had been walking in silence for ten minutes. "Um, I just wanted to thank you and your mother for taking care of me. Because my father said that we would probably have to move on soon." Godric looked shocked.
"Already?" he choked, "When?"
"Well, you know," she replied, trying to keep her voice light, "business and all. We'll probably be going two days from now. We'll have to leave in the morning early."
"Yes, that's right," said Godric, desperate to keep the conversation going without saying or doing anything stupid, "The nearest inn is twenty miles away."
"We should go back now," said Godric quietly. He didn't feel like talking anymore just now, and it seemed that neither did Rowena.
A/N: Did you like it? Do you want more? Or do you want lots more? The chapter are short, that's just so that I'll be able to finish one in half an hour or so. When I've finished writing the whole thing, I might condense them. Anyway, my dear fluffy readers, you must pay me for my hard work, by REVIEWING! Press the little button at the bottom of the page, and if all you want to say is 'I read you're story,' then I don't give B.S. because it's still a review.
Oh, and thanks to everyone who's already review. I love you! (As reviewers and nothing else.)
Godric, for once, woke up early. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and then shut them again tightly. He must not move. If he did, he would wake Rowena, who, he realized, was the reason that he was so comfortably warm. During the night, they had gradually moved over towards each other, until they came to the position they were in now, in which Rowena had her arms wrapped around him, and his head was snuggled down into her chest.
He tried to keep still, but it was useless. Rowena awoke, and blinked sleepily, forgetting for a moment where she was. Godric thought she looked incredibly cute like that. Then she realized, as he had, that Godric was practically on top of her. Quickly, looking embarrassed, she moved away from him, and Godric reluctantly did the same.
Just at that moment, Elaine woke up with a start, mid-snore. Godric and Rowena closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep as Elaine began to stomp around the cottage, rattling pots and other things as she started breakfast. Then, she went out to feed the cows.
Rowena promptly slid out of bed and moved towards her bundle of robes on the floor. She looked back at Godric, who was unconsciously staring at her. She glared back, daring him to watch her undress. He blushed and turned away.
After breakfast, Elaine ordered Godric to take Rowena on another walk. He was secretly wondering if his mother was trying to get them to - well - like each other. However, he did not dare to say anything to her.
It was a beautiful morning; the sky was a gorgeous blue colour, without a cloud in sight. Godric and Rowena began to talk about magic; that was all they knew they had in common. Apparently, Tom and Rowena had a few connections in the wizarding world.
"There's one family that lives in a horrible bog," she said. "They're very strange people, father tells me. They have a son, who's just a year older than me, but I've never met him. Mother and Father went to his 'showing' when he was born. It's the kind of thing rich families do."
"Where is your mother?" asked Godric curiously. Rowena's eyes filled with tears, and she turned away.
"I don't really want to talk about it," she said in a stifled voice. Godric looked embarrassed. He would have put his arm around her, but he didn't think it would really be very appropriate.
"So," Rowena finally ventured, after they had been walking in silence for ten minutes. "Um, I just wanted to thank you and your mother for taking care of me. Because my father said that we would probably have to move on soon." Godric looked shocked.
"Already?" he choked, "When?"
"Well, you know," she replied, trying to keep her voice light, "business and all. We'll probably be going two days from now. We'll have to leave in the morning early."
"Yes, that's right," said Godric, desperate to keep the conversation going without saying or doing anything stupid, "The nearest inn is twenty miles away."
"We should go back now," said Godric quietly. He didn't feel like talking anymore just now, and it seemed that neither did Rowena.
A/N: Did you like it? Do you want more? Or do you want lots more? The chapter are short, that's just so that I'll be able to finish one in half an hour or so. When I've finished writing the whole thing, I might condense them. Anyway, my dear fluffy readers, you must pay me for my hard work, by REVIEWING! Press the little button at the bottom of the page, and if all you want to say is 'I read you're story,' then I don't give B.S. because it's still a review.
Oh, and thanks to everyone who's already review. I love you! (As reviewers and nothing else.)