A/N: thank you Dark Angel's Blue Fire and harrypotterfreak93 for reviewing my first chapter!
Helga was fast asleep when she felt something rush by her, only half waking her. She thought it might have been a breeze through the open window above her bed and quickly fell back to sleep dreaming of conquering dragons and such.
It felt like a millennia later when she felt something pecking at her arm.
"Wot?" she tiredly asked, trying to brush away whatever was attacking her arm, "wot do you want at this time in the morning?" she asked as she slowly sat up.
She saw Godric's owl, Griplin, standing on her bed post, happily looking at her with three pieces of rolled up parchment attached to his leg.
"Oh, what in the bloody hell does he want help with now?" she muttered, finding the letter with her name on it and detaching it, letting Griplin fly out of her window and head to Salazar, who was next in the route.
She unrolled it and read it twice; not completely comprehending it the first time she read it. The sun wasn't even half way over the horizon, but she could still see well enough to read the note.
She sighed and sat back against her headboard. The four of them had decided from day one of deciding to start the school that they would claim their responsibilities for the school and finish them without asking any help of the others.
But leave it to Godric to ruin that.
She sighed again and got out her bed, stretching.
She knew she would have to consult the other two before apparating to his quarters. She knew better.
Her own owl, Heslof, ruffled her feathers and looked quite disgruntled that another owl had entered her layer.
"Oh get over it," Helga muttered, walking out of her bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.
She had made herself a bowl of porridge and had only just half eaten it before Rowena and Salazar had apparated into her living quarters.
"What in the bloody hell is the meaning of this?" Salazar asked, walking into the kitchen with the note held out in front of him. His dark hair, which hung to the bottom of his chin, hung loosely around his face while his tall figure was a little slumped due to the low ceiling. Helga was a short, squat person who had not wanted a tall ceiling for her house.
"I don't know, Salazar. Please sit down; both of you," she said, setting her bowl of porridge to the side and pulling two seats out.
They both sat down.
"Porridge?" she asked them. They both shook their heads, "I'm not sure what Godric means by it. I'm sure he just needs a little assistance finishing it up or something to that extent," she explained, again sitting down.
Salazar gave Rowena a dark expression and crossed his arms; crumpling the note, "None of the rest of us has asked for aid, why should he get any?"
Helga hesitated, "Because, even though we had terms of agreement, he is still our good friend and we should answer his call for aid when he needs it," she quietly argued, "What is your view of this situation, Rowena?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. I agree with Salazar on all levels; but at the same time I quite agree with you."
"You're neutral then?" Helga asked, hoping she would only have to convince Salazar. Rowena was stubborn in her ways once she got a tight reign on them.
"Yes, I suppose," she said, a frown appearing on her face.
"Come on you two, we have to figure this out quickly," Helga said, "We only have two days until the deadline and if he needs more help than we imagined then we need to get this decision down quickly."
"I don't think we should aid him."
"Salazar, you and Godric get along the best out of the four of us; why won't you help him?"
"We agreed…" he began.
Helga interrupted him, getting a bit irritated, "Yes yes yes, well, contracts change and so do minds. If you wish to stay at home and not help a friend out, that is your decision. As for me, I am going to apparate to his office."
Not two seconds later she was in a familiar place, facing a man who was resting his head on his desk and snoring quite obnoxiously.
