Gluttony
Helga groaned as she attempted to sit up again. Perhaps she had gone too far this time. The platters of food now lay empty, seeing as she had polished off the multitude of cakes the elves had brought her for tasting.
Well, she couldn't let them give them to the students without knowing what they were like, could she?
Summoning the elves from the kitchen, she smiled sheepishly at their disapproving look, simply asking for a plate of biscuits, and a drink, to finish it all off.
Admittedly, she thought, consoling herself, it hadn't all been her. Both Godric and Salazar had managed to eat a fair few and even Rowena had eaten a couple, although in her typical fashion she hadn't stopped long. These days, sighed Helga, Rowena was far too busy to sit in her friend's chambers and eat, what with essays to mark, and a daughter who was growing increasingly troublesome as she aged.
Munching on a biscuit to ease the pain of her overeating, Helga pondered the state of her own life. Unlike Rowena, she had no troublesome children, and unlike Salazar and Godric, her House was well behaved and hardworking, so caused her limited trouble.
Really, the only problem at present was the issue of how she was going to get rid of the sharp pain of indigestion and the nausea that was beginning to build.
That's not to say that life was easy for Helga. She worried a lot, and recently, watching the way that Salazar had begun to view certain students, and his occasional remarks about researching their blood purity, she began to fear that all would not be well for much longer.
Rowena had noticed this too, but her friend was not concerned. In her mind, if Salazar decided to take issue with muggle-born students, then they could simply join one of the other three houses and be done with it.
Godric was the same, although Helga hadn't actually spoke to him directly about it, as often the two struggled to stay talking about serious matters. She knew from what Rowena said that he disliked Salazar's new prejudice but wasn't going to make too much of a fuss about it.
All in all, she thought, whilst swigging from a bottle of Butterbeer, it looked like she was going to be holding a lot more tasting sessions in the future. Sighing, she finally managed the ascent from her chair, and groaned as she did so.
She knew that this was Gluttony. But, with things being how they were, she also didn't care.