Original work not by ME - credits to J.K. Rowling
This Fanfiction is out of my head though, so I hope you all enjoy the new chapter, author's notes at the bottom, and Kudos to the guest that kicked my ass to write a new chapter with their comment lol.

As always no beta, so read it at your own peril - I mean, read it at your own convenience :P

With love Shazzy

"Arianne, hurry, we have to go now! We still have to wake Ron and ugh, did you finish your essay on multilayered transfiguration for Prof. McGonagall like I told you to last night?" Arianne walked out of the shared washroom and looked tiredly at her best friend, failing miserably at giving a hyper impression.

"Hey Hermione, there is no point in rushing right? I finished with my essay and we still have plenty of time, almost two hours until breakfast… And Ron wouldn't get up at this hour, it's too early for him to even think about getting up yet" she laughed silently at that and gave Hermione a noncommittal shrug.

"Really Arry, I was just worried about you guys, at least you finished it in time, but I am sure Ron did not finish his homework yet. And if he does not get up now, he will not finish it in time. Actually… we should just let him sleep, see if I care! I won't let him look at my notes" she grumbled quietly to herself.
Arianne just gave her a tired smile and dragged her out of the dormitory down the stairs to the common room. She slept terribly again, dreaming of Cedric's murder this time, not by much better than Sirius death as a dream, both weighted heavily on her conscience. She knew it wasn't directly her fault, but she felt guilty all the same, when it comes to feelings, she knew, her conscience always leaned over to the negative rather than the positive. If you heard it over and over, that you are bad luck to people and that you are useless in any way possible, you will start to believe it – the Dursley's made sure of that.

After befriending Ron, Hermione, Hagrid and later on also other students in Hogwarts, although not as close of a friendship as with the aforementioned of course, she tried to change herself. Even if it was not by much as of now. She still thought that she had very bad luck, and that it transferred to people around her, the bad luck was almost always somehow connected to Voldemort. If he would leave her alone, both their lives would be much easier, after all, she never attacked him out of her own volition; it was always him who started to attack first.

But that probably means she really has to kill him at some point, it doesn't seem like there was a way out of it, no one who wanted to take up this job, and she understood, she really did. Who in their right mind would willingly start a fight with the strongest dark wizard in Europe - or maybe even in the whole world? Definitely the most annoying one at least, she thought bitterly.
"Arianne have you heard anything of what I said? You look terribly pale; did you not get any sleep again? Was it the dream about Sirius again?" She sighed sadly "I really hope it will get better soon, you cannot go on like this for much longer. Maybe getting a draught of sleep from Madame Pomfrey will help? At least sometimes, you can talk to me, you know that right? - Alright, don't give me that look. I'll wait until you are ready to talk to me- us, Ron's also worried about you, even if he shows it a little differently" she said hurriedly after she saw Arianne's blank stare.

"I know Hermione, I know. Thank you for being my friend. But this is- something I have to deal with myself first before anybody can help me. But let us not talk about such depressing matters anymore; I'll be fine, you'll see, just like always! Ugh did you hear that? I think my stomach just growled embarrassingly loud, let's be on our way, shall we?" with a forced smile and a faked hyper attitude Arianne hurriedly went to the painting and dragged Hermione along on their way to the great hall.
They were great friends, Ron and Hermione, even with the problems they went through in their friendship but they don't always understand how she feels, they never did and never will. So talking to them about it would only make them uncomfortable, and it wouldn't give her any comfort anyway. So what was the point then?
Sometimes, just sometimes, I wished I could get away from this maddening hell called my life Arianne thought.

Arianne slowly awoke still fuzzy with the dream which was actually a memory from just a week ago. What a strange coincidence to have that dream, to forget her usual problems, indeed! How depressing she must have seemed to her friends, always being in a bad or saddened mood never wanting to actually engage in any real conversation with other people. She huffed to herself in her head and slowly opened her eyes. She saw the dark ceiling of the hospital wing- no this was… looking around warily she saw that she was lying on a bed with a blanked draped over her, a merry fire burning in the fireplace across the room. This was the guest room in lord Gryffindor's living quarters that she had slept in once already; how did she even get here, and speaking of lord Gryffindor, he was nowhere to be found, or anybody for that matter. Unsure of what to do next, Arianne looked at her watch and saw that it was a bit over half past 5 in the morning. She was still wearing the clothes she had worn yesterday sans the robe which lay neatly folded on a stool at the end of the bed, her wand atop of it and her schoolbag leaning against the stool. It was still early, she could go back to sleep, but she also felt thirsty, looking around there was no jug of water in this room. She thought about leaving the room to search for some water in Godric's office, but then decided against the idea, out of courtesy.
Another idea came to her mind, last time Godric called an elf, Emy had been her name, maybe she would also appear for her?

"Emy?" she called out unsure.
"The missus has called Emy?" with a quiet pop the elf appeared beside Arianne and looked at her with her with big eyes and her head slightly bend to the side. It seemed like the house elf was surprised to be called up by her, she looked unsure but friendly at Arianne.
"Ah, yes. I wasn't sure if you would heed my call, but eh… can I have some water?" Arianne asked sheepishly.
"It is not usual for students to call for a house elf, nor has Emy been ever called upon by any other person yet beside the Master but Emy does not mind missus asking for her help. Master Godric has ordered to treat all his friends and guests with care and friendliness. But does the Missus really only want some water? Emy can also bring some tea if the missus so wishes!"
Arianne smiled at the elf and nodded to her "that would be much appreciated Emy, tea sounds lovely, and it is freezing." The elf vanished again to get her some tea and Arianne tugged the blanked closer to her body while she waited for Emy.
Emy returned; a tray with a pot of tea and a cup on it in her hands. Arianne thanked her and the elf vanished again after a slight bow.
Slowly sipping on her tea – lime blossom, her head provided the name for her, Arianne thought about the past day. After just arriving in this era, she had to go and get herself literally knocked out immediately, in front of her peers. She groaned silently and cursed her bad luck again. Come to think of it, Brennan and Irvine would probably laugh at her at their next meeting, silently of course. Those two didn't seem like the sort of people who would laugh in front of other people, they were much too cool or rather stuck up for it she thought with a grin.
Also she still had to ask Angelique and Maximillian about their strange behavior at the beginning of the class, she was still sore about the fact that she practically made a fool out of herself in front of her housemates due to their strange looks.
Arianne quietly drank the rest of her tea, and then got up to grab her robe with a short look at her clothes. A thought flitting through her mind - Right; she didn't pack a luggage with necessities before her travel to the ancient Hogwarts. It was easy enough to cast a cleansing and ironing spell on her clothes and even her physical hygiene was easily taken care of with the cleansing charm, but to have some spare clothes would be nice, even if probably nobody will ever see her without her robes. She had watched the Hogwarts population and there didn't seem to be any big difference in modern wizarding fashion and the current fashion – it was conservative, showing as little skin as possible. Apparently most of the students wore casual robes when they had no classes as Valentina had mentioned. Some girls would just wear their gowns without any robes above and same applies to the boys and their counterpart of breeches with shirts or tunics but the fact is; wizards and witches mostly wear robes.

Arianne shook her head and walked into the adjacent bathroom; just another thing she had to deal with but she will eventually figure something out she hoped. While taking care of her morning routine she remembered her first morning here in the castle after her time travel – ancient toilets, she had been uncomfortable with the idea of going to the bathroom as she didn't know what to expect. Loo paper hasn't been invented until much later but she didn't have to worry that much actually.

Wizards apparently were much more progressive than muggles at that time. They already had invented a toilet that almost resembled the ones from her times, with the difference of being made out of stone instead of china and the loo paper was made out of some sort of fabric, probably linen, she was not too sure. Bathtubs and washbasins seemed to work the same here as her times.

There were no shower cabins though, as expected but she had missed it dearly at that point. Bathing wasn't bad per se, but it took more time than showering in her opinion, but that was probably also due to the fact that she was not used to it. The Dursley's didn't allow her to bath; a short shower was enough for the freak.

This time she actually took the time to try out the different taps of the bathtub, it was very similar to the ones she had tried out in fourth year in the prefect's bathroom.

It was past seven a.m. when she finally entered Gryffindor's study. There was a tray with steaming breakfast on the side table beside the sofa and Arianne guessed it must have been Emy who put it there for her and Godric as there was enough for two people on the tray. Just as she had filled a plate with some scrambled eggs and bread the door leading into the hallway opened up and Arianne immediately turned her head in its direction. Godric entered the room seemingly hyper as usual and quite sweaty too.
"Arianne, you are finally up! Oh and don't mind me, I will be right with you, Salazar has been quite energetic during our morning sparring the past few days, not a bad thing mind you, just unusual - but good grief I am famished!" he beamed at her and vanished into his room as quickly as he came; probably to take a bath and change his clothes.

Arianne returned her concentration back to her meal and pondered his words. The past few days… How much time has passed since her accident, a day, or even more than that?

Godric re-appeared again after ten minutes, flopping down heavily across from her into a chair and quickly grabbed the plate on the tray that was already filled with fried tomatoes, bacon and dark bread, wasting no time to eat his meal with gusto.

His hair was still slightly wet and he now wore a black tunic and trousers. Arianne wondered why he had not used a drying charm, it was cold and even wizards can catch a cold. Flicking out her wand from her sleeves she silently cast the drying charm on his hair and tucked it back into the wand holster that was hidden under her right sleeve. Godric gave her a curious glance and swallowed what he had been chewing on.
"That felt… peculiar. Did you just dry my hair? You have my gratitude for that; I should either learn this charm or finally cut my hair. It takes more time in the bath and it falls into my face at the most inconvenient times. Imagine what could happen in a duel if my sticking charm wore off and the hair-band actually came off" he gave her a noncommittal shrug and continued to eat his food.

Arianne watched him amusedly while sipping her black coffee – where did the coffee come from anyway? It hasn't been imported into Europe until much later, but what did she know, the wizarding world had probably established their own trading routes independent of the muggle ones which will not be established until around five hundred years later she guessed.
"The drying charm is quite handy Lord Gryffindor for hair as well as for clothes. But that aside, how did I end up in your guestroom and how much time has passed since then? I remember losing my consciousness and… nothing."
Godric chuckled quietly and placed his now empty plate back on the tray, his attention now fully on her and leaned back into his seat for a more comfortable position.

"First my dear, it's Godric and second, this has to be some kind of new record. Not even one day at school and you end up being send to the infirmary twice, or it would have been twice if I had not crossed path with that Brennan boy who was on his way to the infirmary with you. After he explained the situation to me I thought it prudent to take you to my guestroom. Helga was not sure how long it would take for you to regain your consciousness, but considering you took a full blow to your face, nothing less than a day, probably more though. But in the end, it took you three days to regain your consciousness."

"What? I have been asleep for 3 days? Damn i-" Arianne looked consciously Godric and forced herself to calm down. "I mean, has my head of house said anything about this matter? I would think he was not pleased for me to cause a commotion the moment I joined the school."

Godric gave her an amused look and seemed to ponder something for a moment before he answered.
"No, I would not say he was pleased my lady, but there was nothing to be done, you have witnesses that can attest to the matter and it happened during a lesson no less. Though, he seemed less than pleased at me for taking you in while you slept. Quite curious indeed…"

Arianne gave him a blank stare, this man… Can't be that oblivious can he? This was not the 21th century and even then, wizarding society was not amiable when it came to the matter of forming wrong rumors.
"My lord, I do not want to degrade your kindness but… Don't you think people would have the wrong idea of your actions? Leaving me at the infirmary would have been sufficient. Now there might be some unsavory rumors flying about and-"

"You are talking nonsense Arianne. I am your guardian it might be strange for you but no guardian of my status would leave his protégé at the healing ward, unconscious for all the world to gawk at. That is no way to treat a young girl of your standing! Most children request a leave in order to recuperate at their homes when they are sick or in any way unable to attend classes, especially so if they are from a family with some wealth or status. For all people know, your parents might have asked me to look over you for them. We have the healing ward because of small injuries and ailments that happen during a school year. The only children or any person that is injured for that matter, that stay overnight at the healing ward are people who have no means to go home, due to money, a lack of a working floo connection and the likes, orphans and some children of non-magical origins whose parents think…less than pleasant things about magic. They prefer to ignore the magical children normally. And if people still deem to talk about this matter, the worst they could say about you is that your family is a very close friend to the Gryffindor clan and that you might or might not be in a future contract between our families." After his passionate rant; or was it anger? Where at some point Godric has gotten up to pace impatiently in front of her, he sat back down and took a big gulp of his now apparent cold tea.

"I- I see… In my time it was not usual for us to be allowed home if we got injured. I actually spend much time in the infirmary, healing ward I guess you called it. So it is normal for children to leave and go home here... I wonder why they ever changed that, I mean, you should have the option at least to choose, if it were me…" Arianne thought back to the many times she had spent in the infirmary and how some dumb Slytherins and Hufflepuffs tried to sneak in to get a look at her or to prank her or even get a picture of her sleeping face – Colin would have- shaking her head clear of any thoughts of the past, or future in this case, she focused her gaze once more upon Godric and tried to give him (an admittedly) weak smile.

"I am sorry, I have some terrible experiences with rumors, and do not feel like being the focus of another one. So I was worried that this might inconvenience us a bit…"

Godric looked at her with a thoughtful gaze and shrugged it off after a while, returning to his jesting behavior. "You know, if we are talking about rumors than it has to be the one about you being friends with the Brennan and Irvine boy after only one day. There are whispers in the corridors about what role you play in this strange combination. All of them more ridiculous than the other may I add."

Here he laughed out loud, looking at her with an unbelievable look on his face. "This matter is actually the one that bothers Salazar the most. How can you be so daring to search for trouble on your first day of school? Did you know, Alistáir Irvine and Octavian Brennan's family just finished their feud not long ago, which had ended in a deathly duel between Brennans older brother and Irvine – Alistáir mind you, not Cináed. Septimus is still recuperating at home though, the duel almost ended in his death, it was not for sure if he would survive or fall ill to his wound."

Arianne was confused by his words, so she asked, "and what does that have to do with the rumors? I mean, sure Octavian's brother fought that lord ling boy and almost died, but nevertheless those two didn't seem to hate each other. They might have been wary of each other but I couldn't detect anything else. Moreover they seem to be the passive quiet kind of men – boys I mean."

Godric looked at her funnily and quirked a brow at her words. "Men is actually the right word. I don't know how this will change in the future, but you stop being a child from the moment on, that you are accepted by the community. Normally when a child reaches his fourteens birthday, their parents give them some sort of task which they have to fulfill. If they did – they will be welcomed into the wizarding community as a full-fledged-adult - come wizard. Of course that doesn't mean that they wouldn't still look like a child in some people's eyes, but they have to bear the full responsibility in case of family matters and the law."

Godric drank another sip of his cold tea and became serious again. "In case of the Brennan's and the Irvine family, the current head of the Brennan's Count Alrick Brennan, is probably on his deathbed. His days left can be counted on a hand and the family tried to build more connections to other families in preparation for the next head of house. They were asking for an engagement between Elise Brennan and Alistáir Irvine though he declined without giving any reason at all. Taking this as an affront against their family, the feud was started by the Brennan's. For the most part of the last year, the Brennan's and the Irvine family did not attend Hogwarts due to family matters, after all, we did lose 4 students due to this matter…" here Godric was looking grimly into his cup but still continued,

"It turns out that Elise and Alistáir's older brother were already in a secret relationship, and had planned to announce their courtship to their parents at some point but before that could happen things got out of hand… As a matter of fact the couple themselves were still on a diplomatic journey to France at the time of the proposal, and nobody was thinking about asking the bride to be of her opinion on this matter…But even if the family knew about their relationship, Oberon won't be the heir to the Irvine dukedom but rather his younger brother Alistáir. Elise' parents would have been angry no matter how you look at it. When they finally returned to Albion the fighting had already started. Before they could explain themselves, Septimus had already challenged Alistáir to a duel in order to defend his cousins' dignity.
As for Octavian, he is supposedly best friends with Cináed but during this family feud he had killed two of the Irvine men, I wonder how their friendship fares now? As for the relationship between Octavian and Alistáir – there is none whatsoever. They had disliked each other since early childhood, always being in a rivalry for some reason, so they never talk to each other if it is not required of them. That is why, it is quite a curiosity why you would want them to sit together at the same table. They might not have fought each other, but I bet there should have been no communication at all between them, indicating that they could not stand each other."

Here Godric looked exasperatedly at Arianne and shook his head.

Arianne was reeling back and forth between wanting to laugh out hysterically and looking blankly at Godric. On the one hand; what kind of background story was that? Some bad written soap opera that aunt Petunia would have watched at home, she was sure of it. But hey, this was supposedly what had happened in the past – the current present so who was she, that she could laugh at other people's problems. Her own life looked like a damn fantasy novel that someone had written up…

But who could have known that Brennan and Irvine couldn't stand each other? They were vary of each other and that was it… AND nobody forced them to sit at the same table? Besides she only sat down beside Octavian because they had walked together to herbology so why did Irvine sit down beside her?

Annoyed Arianne cut off her own thoughts and looked back up at Godric. "I understand the supposedly animosity between the families, but what has that got anything to do with me? I sat down beside Mr. Brennan, I did NOT force Lord Irvine to sit down beside me. So why is it my fault?"

So Godric told her, "there is an etiquette for most things Miss Potter. The two men did accompany you to class, a public place, so it was your obligation to excuse yourself after their task was accomplished so that they could be on their merry way, but when the lady does not say anything it means their task is not finished…"

Here Arianne's eyes became round and she looked aghast at Godric "what? I have to excuse myself? That's ridiculous, they are not my retainers or anything, moreover we didn't say even one word on our way to class, so I wasn't even aware of the fact, that they were accompanying me! What preposterous reasoning is this!" by now Arianne was furious at the norms of the medieval times. Or was it the wizarding culture? Whatever it was, now it looked like she was trying to annoy those two guys by forcing them to work with each other…

Arianne stood up resolutely and turned to Godric with a nod. "Thank you for the kind lecture on culture Lord Gryffindor, I would be asking you for another lecture but alas matters worse are calling..."
She curtsied without much thought but – by Godrics annoyed expression it seemed to be a good way to get back at all of his annoying smirks and quickly left the study.

After leaving Godric's apartment Arianne walked as fast and gracefully to the Great Hall as she could, after all she had to behave like a normal cultered young lady of this age, if that was even possible.
Almost 8 a.m. so half of the student population was probably at the Great Hall by now.

The Slythering table and the Ravenclaw table had currently the most students sitting at their table looking over their homework or in a book while eating breakfast. Arianne didn't see her new group of acquaintances from Slytherin yet, so she sat down at the Ravenclaw table right beside Maximilian who apparently hasn't noticed her presence yet as he was concentrating on an arithmancy book.

"Monsieur Fortforêt" she whispered quietly into his ear.
"By my ancestors…!" with an exclamation Maximilian turned around to her wish a shocked expression, while garnering some giggles from a bunch of other students who were slyly looking over to them. Arianne gave him a furious gaze, "why are you being so conspicuous, I actually tried for the – being invisible after fainting in class route, now we have some attention again!"

"Then next time you shouldn't sneak up on me like a villain Miss Potter" he answered with a grin after seeing that it was Arianne. "And please don't whisper into my ear again, it was quite an experience mind you, but not very appropriate during the meal, if you were to do the same while we were alone in a dark corner though…" he left the sentence unfinished and looked with a fake suggestive expression at Arianne. Before she could answer to that ungentlemanly behavior someone else already smacked Maximilian on his head with some parchment.

"Max! How could you say something like that to a lady? What would Arianne think of you, or any other female for that."

It was Angelique and her friend from Gryffindor who had just arrived. They sat down on the other side beside Maximilian and looked with an amused flicker in their gaze to Arianne. "This is what happens, when you offer your first name to a man that you just met. You should be more careful in the future Arianne. Though my brother is harmless, I can assure you on that, though his jokes are extremely unbecoming of a future baron."

The three of them looked curiously at her for a while until Maximilian couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. "Miss Arianne, what exactly happened after the accident at herbology? The rumors are starting to get ridiculous after 3 days, but one thing stayed the same, new student Arianne Potter, was bold enough to force the two most cold-hearted boys in Slytherin and rivals at that to sit down at the same table and moreover they didn't challenge each other to any sort of competition during class, what a feat! Now the rumors start to divert from each other; the most entertaining one in my opinion is, the new beauty of Slytherin got into a fight with the soft spoken Valentina Blackwood which is of course unheard of; about some unknown matter and in a moment of grand anger the lady Valentina's friend stirred up by Cináed Irvine, threw their hydrangea at Miss Potter so that she fell into a deep slumber, this supposedly was all orchestrated by the Irvine cousins, so that Miss Potter would knock over young Master Octavian's flower pot so that he would fall asleep. As the two formerly fighting families were still in an inner feud. Nevertheless because he felt bad, Master Brennan of course, full of duty, carried the sleeping Beauty to the healing ward, followed by a seemingly bored but surely boiling with anger inside at the failed plan, Alistáir Irvine.

Now comes the head of house of Gryffindor into action and whisks the lady into his own arms, in order to keep his protégé safe from any strangers eyes while she slumbers, the two archenemies left alone at the front of the healing ward, their rivalry only bigger after this incident. And all this, due to the Lady Potter forcing the two rivals to work together, by not sending those prideful heirs away. – Who is the real perpetrator in this prank?"

By now Maximilian was spilling tears – due to laughing mind you, and even Angelique and her friend were trying to hold their snickers in, which failed miserably.

"You didn't know that you had to excuse yourself did you Miss Arianne? I was having some thoughts after you offered us your first name after just a meeting. It is quite unusual and social etiquette would scoff at such a behavior, though with us, you don't have to worry. But what curries my full curiosity is that you would talk to Alistáir Irvine and actually get a pleasant answer! There might be many and more ladies that have their eyes on the heir, but he is not someone who is interested in communicating with other beings at all. His position as an heir came alone with ambition, skill and a cold heart that is has not been affected by anything as of yet – always on point, no pleasant sweet words fitted for negotiation like one would expect from someone that will be a duke at some point.
Yet, you didn't seem offended when you talked to him? I would think it has not been something bad then.

What a feat Miss Arianne! But if I may – what actually is the relationship between your family and the Gryffindor clan? He might seem like a carefree person but Godric Gryffindor is unbelievably cunning and calculating, even though his house had always advocated bravery and chivalry. But then again, his best friend is Salazar Slytherin, there must be a reason why they are such good friends."

Arianne's head was spinning due to the waterfall like speech of Maximilian. His favorite rumor of her was apparently the one that was making the incident three days ago into something akin to a really bad joke. Moreover, what is it with the new beauty of Slytherin gets into a fight with the sensibleand soft spoken Valentina and who likes to play mind games by forcing the cold hearted heirs of long standing rivalry into accompanying her?! This sounded like a sentence out of one of those romance novels from Lavender that she had peeked into… Now she preffered the old rumors she had to deal with at her times. At least, she could handle cold gazes from students that thought of her as a lying attention seeker. But this was… new.

As for the matter of her supposed guardian, what did Godric tell her this morning? People might think that the Potters are in some sort of contract with the Gryffindors so that would explain his over bearing behavior? Damn this is so complicated… She didn't want to change any history of the Potters or the Gryffindors, but apparently during this time there are only actions that would either benefit your family or curry favor with other families. Something out of worry for a stranger is no option.

Just at this moment Maximillian was nudging her and indicated with his head to the Slytherin table, his head leaned down so that he could whisper into her ears,

"Milady, your two knights have arrived, won't you go and talk to them? After all you still have to thank them for catching you, otherwise you would have crashed into the cold and muddy floor. And woah… what an icy stare, is it because of me, or the rumors? I think Master Irvine is almost at the point of hexing me with some kind of curse, uh and heir Brennan is also not looking so well…"

Maximilians' action was apparently not proper for such a situation; some students were giving them curious and speculative looks. Mind you, he did tell her not to whisper into his ear anymore while being in public; apparently people in the medieval time were really prude, no touching, and no exchanging looks that last longer than 3 seconds let alone whispering into someone's ear…

"Damn you Fortforêt! Are you trying to make some more ominous rumors about me?! I swear I'll pay you back for this!" hissed Arianne at a smug grinning Maxilian.

"But of course milady, I am but a servant that tries to look out for you, after all, now people would rather wisper about us than about those two gentlemen. Which is by far the better option I assure you, alas, you seem to be needed otherwise, I will humbly await my punishment for another day."

With a wink he turned around to his sister who was watching their exchange with a raised brow and while being exasperated about her brother's behavior she still gave Arianne an encouraging smile.

With a sigh Arianne turned around and locked gazes with Octavian and Alistáir, their faces were as blank as ever, but the fact that they were not averting their eyes meant that their full attention was on her. Ah damn all this trouble about manners.

It seemed like those two wanted to talk to her… They even left a spot to sit in between themselves, Irvine was inclining his head a little, indicating for her to sit down on that very spot. Damn if this isn't an attention seeking scene then what is? Practically the whole student population was watching them like some sort of play. Their faces showing great expectation for, what exactly, she could not tell. Maybe a good show after all, those two never looked at someone for such a long time. It was clear they meant her. Here goes nothing, get your inner Gryffindor out Potter, this is after all not a fight against old Moldie, just some students that were a tad bit too courteous, and her being too clueless about the customs her. What can actually go wrong at the breakfast table?

Hello dear readers of this fanfic... It came to my attention (after I looked at my mailbox, which told me I had a new comment) that someone actually wanted me to update or if I didn't, they would have liked to adopt this story. I don't mind if someone actually wants to write their own version of this story, I mean, our storyline would divert at some point, so it wouldn't be the same anyway. So if anyones does, pls send me a like or the name to your story if you do write a diversion/continuation to this story, I would love to read it!

As for my own writing, it has been 2 years now since my last update, damn its been a while huh? I am really sorry to the people who have been following this story. But as you can see, I am such a lazy person, and my will to write dies very easily hahaha.
to be honest, this chapter came to be because of a guests'comment which gave me the push to write this chapter down, it was so painful, I feel like I dropped a bunch of unnecessary info into this chapter for you guys, I mean 5,973 words and not even a day has passed in the story xD
And so much direct and indirect speech was used this time... Wonder if it disrupts the flow of the story? meh can't be helped now.
I tried to look over the text after uploading, but my eyes blurred at some point so... If you see anything offending that makes this unreadable pls point it out to me like always.

PS: Should there be a chapter 5 soon? Meh, the real question is; would you like to see more of Salazar and Godric at this point (they will appear more eventually!) or should I keep "deepening" the friendship to the other students for now. I mean, I do remember what I wanted to do with this story originally, but somehow I ended up writing a teen-comedy for now I guess? It was supposed to be more serious but oh well... whatever my inner muse is telling me, I'll write it for now.