Chapter XIX: Rowena's Tale
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"Betrothed?" Luna asked unbelieving. Who would?
I was a knight and betrothed to a witch, a quite lovely one according to Dumbledore, and helped saved the world from damnation a hundred years ago.
Why do I feel like this was all B.S. at the same time correct?
"Would you want to hear her story?" Dumbledore asked Luna with a twinkle in his eye. I could tell that she was interested. So were Sophia and Professor McGonagall.
Me? Personally? I rather not hear it.
Hell. I think I lived through her damned life.
***
"I am not accepting Mudbloods in MY house!" Salazar Slytherin roared as he pounded his fists onto the oak table. "They should not be welcomed into the school."
"I disagree," Godric Gryffindor said as he sipped from his goblet. He looked at the serving wench that passed by and ordered another ale. "I believe that muggle born wizards are the key to the future of the wizarding world."
"The bloods of wizards will forever be tainted," Slytherin huffed and glared at Gryffindor.
"We need new blood, Salazar," his brows furrowed. "Pure blooded wizards will lose their gift if this continues. Besides, we are still in the planning stages of the school. We don't even have a location yet."
"It should be away from the prying eyes of these muggles," Slytherin snorted in disgust.
"That's the first sensible thing that you suggested," Gryffindor smiled and stood up. "We need to get going. Lady Helga and Lady Rowena are waiting for us."
"Women are bred to wait," Sytherin growled and stood. "I don't know how you talked me into this, Godric. We hate each other's guts."
"You see?" Gryffindor smiled. "And you said we wouldn't agree on anything."
**
Sorry. Wrong memory. Damn it! Why do I have THAT memory? Dumbledore was telling Luna how Nathan and Rowena met.
I don't think I want to remember THAT.
***
Rowena Ravenclaw was just like a typical lady in muggle London. She was wearing the clothes set by the norm and carried herself well. But she kept receiving glances from muggle men as she walked down the street.
It was really unnerving to her that she was being stared. In her own community, she wasn't even noticed. And sometimes, she seemed odd to them.
Loony was the exact term. Just because she had an unorthodox way of doing magic the others judged her immediately. She uses logic and sometimes a dab of muggle science that made anyone nervous. Not that it didn't work but because it was 'muggle'. But she kept her dignity in her work.
Even her colleagues were wary of her methods.
Sighing, she placed her thoughts on hold as she entered a muggle bookstore.
"Good Morning, Miss Rowena," the owner cheerfully greeted her as she entered his establishment. The owned was a thin elderly man but he still had enough pep to manage his store with full cheerfulness.
"Good Morning, Mister Gibbs," she smiled. "Anything new on the shelves?"
"Nothing much, Miss Rowena," replied the owner. "Just the new novel 'Dorian Grey'."
"Dorian Grey?" Rowena asked. "What's it about?"
"It's about a man who wanted eternal youth and achieved it by having a portrait age instead of him," a young man came from behind the shelves carrying a few books. Rowena could see that he was wearing a khaki vest and trousers. He was a comely man with violet eyes and dark brown hair. Strangely, he had a whip clipped at the side of his belt as if he always needed it. As he approached her, she saw that he was half a head taller than her.
"What happened?" Rowena asked softly, she never saw any man as handsome as he was. Both muggle and wizards.
"The true pleasure of reading is the discovery," he smiled at her. "As it is in any field of occupation."
"I am in agreement," Rowena smiled. "But what do you say in an unorthodox method in achieving that discovery."
"As long as it doesn't involve indiscriminate killing of any organisms, I'm fine with that," he laughed. "I knew this doctor that tried to revive a human by electric pulses. He actually dug up graves for the body parts for his experiments." He paused and he looked sheepishly at her. "My apologies. My line of conversation was improper."
"It's okay. I'm a lady with an open mind," she was beginning to admire the man.
"Forgive me, I forgot my manners," he bowed, took her hand gently and kissed it. "I am Nathan Helios."
"R... Rowena Ravenclaw," she stuttered as she felt her heart race. His touch was so gentle she couldn't believe it belonged to a man.
"Nathan is a man of science," Mr. Gibbs smiled as he watched the two. Rowena suddenly felt her cheeks blush and looked away, trying to hide it.
"Is he?" she asked as she desperately tried to regain his composure. "What particular field?"
"I'm a student of all sciences," he smiled as he straightened up. He placed the books that he tucked under one arm and placed them on the counter. "I'll take these, Gibbs." Mr. Gibbs sighed and nodded.
"A little less than usual," the owner said. "Are you sure you don't want to browse more?"
"I'll be here tomorrow," Nathan smiled. "Frankly Gibbs, I'm surprised that you doubt me."
"Nathan comes here more often than most," he told Rowena. "In fact, the only times that he was not here is when he leaves for one month in summer to God knows where."
"A book worm," Rowena giggled. "I would imagine that you have every copy of every book Mr. Gibbs ever sold."
"Not everything," Mr. Gibbs said to the embarrassment of Nathan.
"Really?" Rowena smiled in curiosity.
"He never touched the romance novels," he said.
"I touched them," Nathan said indignantly then looked away. "I just don't buy them."
"You should start," she laughed. "There would be a lot of discovering to do in them."
Nathan was blushing and paid for the books he bought.
"I will be back tomorrow," he glared at the shopkeeper. "Good day, My Lady."
"Is there any chance that we could continue our conversation, say at a later date?" Rowena did not know where that question came from. She knew she wanted to see him again and her mind and body reacted to it immediately.
Nathan smiled and looked at her.
"You can leave a message with Gibbs," he bowed and left the building. Rowena continued to stare at the space he left for a few minutes before she heard Mr. Gibbs laughing his heart out.
"I thought I would never see the day," he said.
"What?" she turned to the owner confused.
"The day that you finally found a man worthy of your time and attention," he smiled.
"I simply admire his mind and his reasoning," she said formally.
"That's not the only thing you admired," Mr. Gibbs said and laughed.
What annoyed Rowena Ravenclaw was, he was right.
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end of 19
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a/n: tell me honestly, does this concept amuse you? Rowena and Nathan? I could place them in another story but that's just an idea.
Anyway. Sorry for the delay.
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"Betrothed?" Luna asked unbelieving. Who would?
I was a knight and betrothed to a witch, a quite lovely one according to Dumbledore, and helped saved the world from damnation a hundred years ago.
Why do I feel like this was all B.S. at the same time correct?
"Would you want to hear her story?" Dumbledore asked Luna with a twinkle in his eye. I could tell that she was interested. So were Sophia and Professor McGonagall.
Me? Personally? I rather not hear it.
Hell. I think I lived through her damned life.
***
"I am not accepting Mudbloods in MY house!" Salazar Slytherin roared as he pounded his fists onto the oak table. "They should not be welcomed into the school."
"I disagree," Godric Gryffindor said as he sipped from his goblet. He looked at the serving wench that passed by and ordered another ale. "I believe that muggle born wizards are the key to the future of the wizarding world."
"The bloods of wizards will forever be tainted," Slytherin huffed and glared at Gryffindor.
"We need new blood, Salazar," his brows furrowed. "Pure blooded wizards will lose their gift if this continues. Besides, we are still in the planning stages of the school. We don't even have a location yet."
"It should be away from the prying eyes of these muggles," Slytherin snorted in disgust.
"That's the first sensible thing that you suggested," Gryffindor smiled and stood up. "We need to get going. Lady Helga and Lady Rowena are waiting for us."
"Women are bred to wait," Sytherin growled and stood. "I don't know how you talked me into this, Godric. We hate each other's guts."
"You see?" Gryffindor smiled. "And you said we wouldn't agree on anything."
**
Sorry. Wrong memory. Damn it! Why do I have THAT memory? Dumbledore was telling Luna how Nathan and Rowena met.
I don't think I want to remember THAT.
***
Rowena Ravenclaw was just like a typical lady in muggle London. She was wearing the clothes set by the norm and carried herself well. But she kept receiving glances from muggle men as she walked down the street.
It was really unnerving to her that she was being stared. In her own community, she wasn't even noticed. And sometimes, she seemed odd to them.
Loony was the exact term. Just because she had an unorthodox way of doing magic the others judged her immediately. She uses logic and sometimes a dab of muggle science that made anyone nervous. Not that it didn't work but because it was 'muggle'. But she kept her dignity in her work.
Even her colleagues were wary of her methods.
Sighing, she placed her thoughts on hold as she entered a muggle bookstore.
"Good Morning, Miss Rowena," the owner cheerfully greeted her as she entered his establishment. The owned was a thin elderly man but he still had enough pep to manage his store with full cheerfulness.
"Good Morning, Mister Gibbs," she smiled. "Anything new on the shelves?"
"Nothing much, Miss Rowena," replied the owner. "Just the new novel 'Dorian Grey'."
"Dorian Grey?" Rowena asked. "What's it about?"
"It's about a man who wanted eternal youth and achieved it by having a portrait age instead of him," a young man came from behind the shelves carrying a few books. Rowena could see that he was wearing a khaki vest and trousers. He was a comely man with violet eyes and dark brown hair. Strangely, he had a whip clipped at the side of his belt as if he always needed it. As he approached her, she saw that he was half a head taller than her.
"What happened?" Rowena asked softly, she never saw any man as handsome as he was. Both muggle and wizards.
"The true pleasure of reading is the discovery," he smiled at her. "As it is in any field of occupation."
"I am in agreement," Rowena smiled. "But what do you say in an unorthodox method in achieving that discovery."
"As long as it doesn't involve indiscriminate killing of any organisms, I'm fine with that," he laughed. "I knew this doctor that tried to revive a human by electric pulses. He actually dug up graves for the body parts for his experiments." He paused and he looked sheepishly at her. "My apologies. My line of conversation was improper."
"It's okay. I'm a lady with an open mind," she was beginning to admire the man.
"Forgive me, I forgot my manners," he bowed, took her hand gently and kissed it. "I am Nathan Helios."
"R... Rowena Ravenclaw," she stuttered as she felt her heart race. His touch was so gentle she couldn't believe it belonged to a man.
"Nathan is a man of science," Mr. Gibbs smiled as he watched the two. Rowena suddenly felt her cheeks blush and looked away, trying to hide it.
"Is he?" she asked as she desperately tried to regain his composure. "What particular field?"
"I'm a student of all sciences," he smiled as he straightened up. He placed the books that he tucked under one arm and placed them on the counter. "I'll take these, Gibbs." Mr. Gibbs sighed and nodded.
"A little less than usual," the owner said. "Are you sure you don't want to browse more?"
"I'll be here tomorrow," Nathan smiled. "Frankly Gibbs, I'm surprised that you doubt me."
"Nathan comes here more often than most," he told Rowena. "In fact, the only times that he was not here is when he leaves for one month in summer to God knows where."
"A book worm," Rowena giggled. "I would imagine that you have every copy of every book Mr. Gibbs ever sold."
"Not everything," Mr. Gibbs said to the embarrassment of Nathan.
"Really?" Rowena smiled in curiosity.
"He never touched the romance novels," he said.
"I touched them," Nathan said indignantly then looked away. "I just don't buy them."
"You should start," she laughed. "There would be a lot of discovering to do in them."
Nathan was blushing and paid for the books he bought.
"I will be back tomorrow," he glared at the shopkeeper. "Good day, My Lady."
"Is there any chance that we could continue our conversation, say at a later date?" Rowena did not know where that question came from. She knew she wanted to see him again and her mind and body reacted to it immediately.
Nathan smiled and looked at her.
"You can leave a message with Gibbs," he bowed and left the building. Rowena continued to stare at the space he left for a few minutes before she heard Mr. Gibbs laughing his heart out.
"I thought I would never see the day," he said.
"What?" she turned to the owner confused.
"The day that you finally found a man worthy of your time and attention," he smiled.
"I simply admire his mind and his reasoning," she said formally.
"That's not the only thing you admired," Mr. Gibbs said and laughed.
What annoyed Rowena Ravenclaw was, he was right.
.
end of 19
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a/n: tell me honestly, does this concept amuse you? Rowena and Nathan? I could place them in another story but that's just an idea.
Anyway. Sorry for the delay.