Chapter 6
My ONE reviewer (thanks Princess Fluffy : ) ) was asking when the other houses would be added – this one gives us Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff will be on her way in a couple more. Then we'll be all set...
JKR owns most of it (if she wanted to use any of my stuff, I'd be very very flattered)
Further north than the stone castle, up along the stark coast and over the mountains, and then further north again lay a very different settlement. In a territory defined by the great northern wall, lay a cluster of low stone buildings. There walls were rough rocks, held together by a grey cement, with wooden beams running through them and supporting the thick thatched roofs. The houses (for we shall call them that) surrounded a central open area, with the largest of them all central to it, flanked by the wall running behind it. This was two stories high, and twice as long as the other, and it was to this that Rowena was headed.
Not far from the village, on a foggy autumn morning, only a short time after sunrise, a tall man was sitting against a tree, a pipe in his hand and his dog over his feet. His hair was flaming red, and his eyes a warm brown. He was dozing gently under a fur cloak as the sun rose, but he was woken up as his dog jerked upright. Through the mist he saw a small dark figure on the horizon, drawing rapidly nearer and nearer. As it came into focus, he saw that the figure was in fact a young woman on a dark pony, with a white star burning on its head, and its glossy black mane blowing behind it. She herself was wrapped in a dark blue travelling cape, bound with a thick leather strap around her neck, and her legs splattered with mud and water.
"Good morning" Godric cried, with a jaunty bow. The girl (for she looked but eighteen - not even as old as the young man himself) nimbly slipped off her pony. The girl before Godric was not one of the savage Celts from the highlands that he was expecting; her hair was long and well-kept (through now it was damp with rain and sweat, and blowing about her face), her dress was soft and pale blue, unfitting for her tiring journey, and at her waist was a short sword, in a jewelled hilt.
"Hail, fair maid," offered Godric, bowing low again, to which the young girl replied "Greetings sire, I come on behalf of Nereus of Ravenclaw, seeking Laeio of Gryffindor; my father is in desperate need of his help, and I bring urgent news. Can you tell me where I might find him?"
Godric, startled at the young lady's outburst, frowned slightly, wondering if she could be trusted, "You have come an awfully long way alone, my lady, for I know tales of what can be found on the journey north that I would not want my sister even to hear about. Do you not fear wild animals?" "I do not fear you," she retorted, without hesitation.
Godric smiled to himself- "I can take you to Laieo myself, if you want?" "Thank you, that is very kind" "But how do you know you can trust me?" "I don't, but I trust myself."
With a small smile, Godric strode off towards the village, leaving his dog resting on the cloak under the tree. Rowena followed him without a word, and they walked under the wicker arch that acted as the main gate for the central green. On the way, they passed a curvy young woman, with black curls and red lips, whom Godric kissed on the hand, and murmured something about being late for their appointment. She nodded, and continued to head for the copse of trees they had come from.
"Father!" called the young man, swinging open the door of the largest building, "I have an urgent messenger for you. I wouldn't want you to keep her waiting!"
With a gallant nod at the pretty Rowena, Godric snapped his heels together and walked, once more, to the glade of trees where they had first met.
AN – what did you think? I really like this chapter – I think it's the best so far, and it will only get better (hopefully)
R&R!
My ONE reviewer (thanks Princess Fluffy : ) ) was asking when the other houses would be added – this one gives us Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff will be on her way in a couple more. Then we'll be all set...
JKR owns most of it (if she wanted to use any of my stuff, I'd be very very flattered)
Further north than the stone castle, up along the stark coast and over the mountains, and then further north again lay a very different settlement. In a territory defined by the great northern wall, lay a cluster of low stone buildings. There walls were rough rocks, held together by a grey cement, with wooden beams running through them and supporting the thick thatched roofs. The houses (for we shall call them that) surrounded a central open area, with the largest of them all central to it, flanked by the wall running behind it. This was two stories high, and twice as long as the other, and it was to this that Rowena was headed.
Not far from the village, on a foggy autumn morning, only a short time after sunrise, a tall man was sitting against a tree, a pipe in his hand and his dog over his feet. His hair was flaming red, and his eyes a warm brown. He was dozing gently under a fur cloak as the sun rose, but he was woken up as his dog jerked upright. Through the mist he saw a small dark figure on the horizon, drawing rapidly nearer and nearer. As it came into focus, he saw that the figure was in fact a young woman on a dark pony, with a white star burning on its head, and its glossy black mane blowing behind it. She herself was wrapped in a dark blue travelling cape, bound with a thick leather strap around her neck, and her legs splattered with mud and water.
"Good morning" Godric cried, with a jaunty bow. The girl (for she looked but eighteen - not even as old as the young man himself) nimbly slipped off her pony. The girl before Godric was not one of the savage Celts from the highlands that he was expecting; her hair was long and well-kept (through now it was damp with rain and sweat, and blowing about her face), her dress was soft and pale blue, unfitting for her tiring journey, and at her waist was a short sword, in a jewelled hilt.
"Hail, fair maid," offered Godric, bowing low again, to which the young girl replied "Greetings sire, I come on behalf of Nereus of Ravenclaw, seeking Laeio of Gryffindor; my father is in desperate need of his help, and I bring urgent news. Can you tell me where I might find him?"
Godric, startled at the young lady's outburst, frowned slightly, wondering if she could be trusted, "You have come an awfully long way alone, my lady, for I know tales of what can be found on the journey north that I would not want my sister even to hear about. Do you not fear wild animals?" "I do not fear you," she retorted, without hesitation.
Godric smiled to himself- "I can take you to Laieo myself, if you want?" "Thank you, that is very kind" "But how do you know you can trust me?" "I don't, but I trust myself."
With a small smile, Godric strode off towards the village, leaving his dog resting on the cloak under the tree. Rowena followed him without a word, and they walked under the wicker arch that acted as the main gate for the central green. On the way, they passed a curvy young woman, with black curls and red lips, whom Godric kissed on the hand, and murmured something about being late for their appointment. She nodded, and continued to head for the copse of trees they had come from.
"Father!" called the young man, swinging open the door of the largest building, "I have an urgent messenger for you. I wouldn't want you to keep her waiting!"
With a gallant nod at the pretty Rowena, Godric snapped his heels together and walked, once more, to the glade of trees where they had first met.
AN – what did you think? I really like this chapter – I think it's the best so far, and it will only get better (hopefully)
R&R!
