Helga thanked her lucky stars that she had found Rowena when she did. Since the young redhead had found out the land was hers, she had been sleeping in a tent on the grounds of (and this was a working name, nothing was set in stone yet) Hogwarts. Rowena's cabin on the outskirts of Hogsmeade was very comfortable in comparison to a straw-stuffed bag.
She had taken up at Rowena's desk for the past four hours, writing letters. Her first one had been to her (hopeful) Transfiguration teacher, Salazar. He had been working at Durmstrang but she knew for a fact that he despised the school. Her next letter was to Gwenifer Trelawney, a Seer. She wanted to offer a Divination class and Gwen would be a welcome teacher. Before she could start on her third letter, Rowena awoke and strode into the room.
"What are you doing?" the tall woman asked as she folded in on herself to sit on the ground.
"Appealing to people's better sides," Helga said while writing (this one to Blake Knight, a Magizoologist).
"Oh, so you're kissing ass?" Rowena asked with a smile. The two laughed and were soon interrupted by a sharp tap on the window. Rowena stood and walked to the window to find a snowy owl waiting on the sill. She opened the window, took the letter, and fed the owl some nuts she had in a bowl on the desk for messenger owls. Of course they never really ate them, just waited and stared at the nut until they grew bored and left.
Rowena studied the envelope. The seal was of a scarlet lion. "Wasn't your mother a Gryffindor?"
"Yes, why?" Helga asked. She eyed the envelope. "Oh, it's Godric," Helga said.
"Who?" Rowena said. Helga stood and took the letter away from her friend.
"My mother's brother's son. He's an Auror and he writes occasionally and I humor him. He is a pompous jackass. You and he wouldn't… well maybe you would get along," Helga corrected.
Rowena playfully kicked at Helga and sat, again, on the floor. Helga opened the envelope and scanned the letter.
"Oh… no," Helga said.
"What?" Rowena asked.
"He wants to work at Ho… the school," Helga said, "'preferably as a headmaster,'" Helga quoted.
"Well let him. Well no the headmaster part. But you're desperate and he's an Auror," Rowena said. She began to pick her nails, something she did when the problem at hand had a very obvious answer and the other person couldn't see it.
"Yes, and?"
"Aurors are the best duelers and charmists there are. You need someone with that much experience," Rowena said.
Helga mulled it over and finally said, "Okay, but if he begins to irritate me, I will be sending him your way."
"A man, I can handle," she boasted.
"As I stated before, he is no man. He is an ass," Helga said. The two locked eyes and were consumed with mad giggles.