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“Nae,” she answered. It wasn’t so much that she had no where to go. Her parents had traveled, as did other members of he House of Ravenclaw. But whatever horrors they’d seen, they wished to isolate themselves from it. 

“Down tae Edinburgh’s the furthest I’ve ever gone. That’s how I met Helga. Hell of a journey from the House of Ravenclaw to even Edinburgh or any city, mind. My parents didn’t think it to be prudent for me to go gallivanting off like--” She stumbled a little, “well, like this.”

More or less an ivory tower for Rowena. She’d received the best education but not the most spoilt child in the land. She learned her lessons in humility and thankfulness early in life. 

“I’ve been travelling and working about the continent since I was fourteen years old,” replied Godric.  He was now five-and-thirty.  “Perhaps I could have gone further… but once Salazar introduced me to the idea of Hogwarts — well — it was time to return.  Anyway — Paris — Rome — Cairo and Istanbul — Jerusalem — I’ve spent time in these places and more.  Some more than others.  Venice is different … I enjoy it.”

Now that he was involved with the school, he had less time to visit his old friends.  Godric wrote to them, sometimes, to the ones who could read or who knew someone who had enough skill with their letters.  Some had magic, many did not — and it mattered very little.  “Have you been anywhere?”

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Seeing the haunted look, Rowena placed a thin hand on his great shoulder.

“Never you mind that, then. Now’s not the time tae open up those old wounds. Know that you’re a welcomed guest here. There aren’t many in this manor. Myself, my serving girl, Physician; of which you’ve seen. Mrs. Burns, our cook. Ryan, the lad that helps with the horses. The grounds are isolated here. Calming. But that rain’s wicked if you’re not careful.”

She wanted to ask more. But...now wasn’t the time. He needed to recover first. Should he uphold Uther’s ideals and try to hurt them, Rowena knew what measures she would need to take to protect her people.

       He smiled with as much thanks he could muster, words were always a thing he was troubled with                 finding the correct ones and instead, always chose to allow actions to portray what he meant and felt.

       “We were chasing a man, he                ” Percival paused, his face suddenly becoming void of any colour as it drained away, “seemed to move like the wind and not even… against us…”

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“And we’d love for ye to stay as long as you’re able. Think of all the magic we can create and catalog! I’ve not worked with druids so I had to jump at this opportunity.” Rowena busied herself by walking over to see what the latest was from Helga. Talking of a blonde that liked to cause trouble. 

“Is it true? You dance naked under the moonlight?”

Meme: Your muse catches sight of a pretty nasty scar they didn’t know mine had, how does your muse react?

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“What happened here?” the young witch questioned, her eyes wide with horror as she caught a glimpse of a long, pale scar travelling quite a distance down the other’s body. “That must have been an awful injury! 

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Rowena ducked behind her changing screen again and changed back into her normal robes. She held out the beautiful, silvery robes out to the blonde. “Aye, tight. Go on, then. Give it a go.”

She smiled at her, enjoying her company.

“And ye know that you’re staying here as long as you’d like. You’re an esteemed guest of the House of Ravenclaw,” she offered.

Meme: Your muse catches sight of a pretty nasty scar they didn’t know mine had, how does your muse react?

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“What happened here?” the young witch questioned, her eyes wide with horror as she caught a glimpse of a long, pale scar travelling quite a distance down the other’s body. “That must have been an awful injury! 

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"Nobody goes there anymore. They say it's haunted or something."

"Tell me you see that as well."

"Don't breathe it in!"

"I like you. You're not running after me with a knife. It's a rare trait to be had, these days."

"There it is again! That symbol! I've been seeing it everywhere."

"If you can't get us out of here, I don't want to hear it."

"So, what're you in for?"

"GET DOWN FROM THERE, YOU'RE GOING TO FALL!"

"What are they doing? Why are they all doing that?"

"Can you hear me? Listen, you need to stop this!"

"Fight it!"

"I know you're in there. Please."

"Incidentally, run for your life."

"It could have something to do with the garbage chute."

"Somebody just left it on the doorstep. I don't know what it is."

"Oh my god, what happened to you? Get inside!"

"Why are you bleeding?!"

"Oh, shall we do something that makes sense? Shall we, say, NOT actively try to get ourselves killed? NAH, you think, let's have some FUN."

"Help me."

"I'm... bleeding. If you had some way to fix that...?"

"Can you stop running AWAY from EVERYTHING?!"

"You're always talking but you never SAY anything."

"We're going to win."

"I always thought it would be... bigger."

"I always thought it would be... better."

"You have NO IDEA what it's like."

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“Just how often have you traveled along the mainland?” she asked. She knew he had traveled often and far flung yet wasn’t sure exactly where he went. “And you’ve said you’ve a contact that can get us from the dock to Venice? I’ve not been to Venice.”

That certainly sounded a lot quicker than walking through every border. Though, she did wonder if she could get in contact with her friend in Paris. Perhaps he could guarantee them a quicker passage to their destination.

“That’s much too far to Apparate without splinching yourself,” said Godric.  Though he didn’t know quite how they would walk to Albania, much less within a week.  For a moment Godric wondered how far Rowena had travelled, if she had travelled at all.  

“And I don’t bother much with magical transportation over that great a distance.  It’s too hard to predict.  No, I’ve arranged a ship with an old contact of mine from some years ago.  Dillon.  Shipmaster from Calais.  He’ll be sailing out of London tomorrow and can give us a ride across the Channel.  From there we just need to reach Venice; I’ve another merchant contact who can get us there.  There’s a naval trade route that passes directly past Tirana, and we can just depart when they dock there for the night.” 

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She nodded curtly and walked over to stand beside his bed, giving a cursory look over his wound. Rowena relaxed minutely when she saw that the gash was far less life threatening than when he had first arrived on her doorstep. 

“Knowing that you will live far more days than you’ve allotted yourself is thanks enough for me, knight.” She gave a small smile. “Now, are you well enough to regale me of your adventures? To explain how a Knight of the Round Table ends up out here?”

       After every potion, he fell into a deep unmoving sleep. But after a few, it took him a while to find contentment in the dark, the vivid feeling of the slash to his stomach bearing down on him. Percival woke with a start, a low emission of a grunt leaving him.

       He was surprised when the one who had saved him appeared again and it was now that he could focus his eyes correctly upon her.

       ���Much better than I did before, thank you. I have nothing worthy of repaying your kindness.”

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“One of your potions to have it fade over time would be greatly welcomed, my lady. But trust me when I say that he’s walked away with far worse.” Rowena wasn’t proud of what she did. But the spell that the suitor had casted tried to prove his superiority, his cleverness over her. Something she could not stand for.

“And it happened years ago.” She reached for the robes and slipped it on. “Och, it’s a bit tight on me. Perhaps it would fit you better.”

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“What happened here?” the young witch questioned, her eyes wide with horror as she caught a glimpse of a long, pale scar travelling quite a distance down the other’s body. “That must have been an awful injury! 

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She sent a glare back at him. The corner of her lip turned up a little at the remark about Salazar. The man did happen to pout just a tad more whenever Godric wasn’t around. It was a blessing that they had a small crop of students to keep the two busy.

“You as ransom? At least a schilling. At least. Perhaps a schilling and a sheep.”

Rowena ran her hand over a stone. This had become her home as of late. Not the stuffy manor hidden away in the Highlands but with others, growing young minds. 

“We should waste no time, then. How are we getting there? On foot? Apparating? Or have you a port key nearby to take us over?”

“… I reckon she would worry more were she to suddenly find both of our bed chambers empty and our things missing than if she were to have been told in advance,” teased Godric, pinning Rowena with a certain look.  “Though praise be to anyone who managed to kidnap me.  I wonder how much I would be worth.  Likely not enough for the trouble of it…” 

He trailed off a moment, walking in relative silence.  Only for a few years he had lived in one place before, and to settle down within these halls after a near decade of sleeping in different beds every fortnight was both calming and somehow foreign.  “That depends upon how quickly you can travel.  A week ought to be plenty of time, without pushing too much.  And, yes, I do think Salazar would have pointed it out already.  If not by a direct statement then by an increase in his broodiness.” 

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“Blessed as she is, Helga tends to worry.”

But her nerves were soothed a little when she was reminded that Helga wasn’t alone and that Salazaar, a wizard more than capable of handling his own right and the rights of others, would be there to help her.

“We won’t be gone for too long, will we? A few days, aye? I sent the collection an owl to ensure they would hold onto the tome I want for our collection. Perhaps we’ll be able to send Helga an owl, then. Then again, Salazaar has most likely told her by now.”

Whatever the source of Rowena’s discomfort, Godric had not reached the same place.  The school was secure and in this he trusted; in Helga and in Salazar, especially, he trusted, for he had known the other man for nearly twenty years, now.  What did surprise him, though, was that Rowena had apparently not told Helga.  He had told Salazar. 

“…why doesn’t she?” he asked, arching up an eyebrow.  “It isn’t a long trip.  And she’s more likely to notice than she isn’t.”  A week perhaps, to reach their destination, acquire what Rowena wanted, and return.  Godric had made similar journeys before in something of the same time, but when he travelled alone he travelled fast.  Half a dozen times, at least, he had been through the continent on some business or other.  “Anyway - Salazar knows.  He can handle it.” 

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The witch wanted to just crawl under Albion and not come out ever again when it slipped out. The giggle had her groaning and pressing her palm to her face. A room full of magical dignitaries and that had to leave her mouth. 

“I’ve got my lucky stars to thank that only you heard that and no one else.”

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“Lumnos.”

Rowena lifted her wand, tip aglow. The song had called out to her. But she wasn’t sure about where it actually had come from. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the shadowy figure in the trees.

“Hello?” she called out. “Someone there?”

It had been a little over two years since Elphaba had left Oz, taking up residence in a small village near a forest. A little over two years since she last saw Glinda, since Fiyero’s death, since leaving behind everything from her former life. Though no day passed where she didn’t miss the two most important people in her life, time had generally been kind to her, and there were more days where she was almost feeling, dare she say it, okay.

As she strolled past the forest’s edge, she began humming the tune from an old song under her breath, unaware of the presence lurking behind the trees.

“I thought home was all I’d ever want My attic all I’d ever need…”

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She gave him a look and tugged her pack along with her. She was uncomfortable enough that they were leaving the school that they had supposedly wanted to keep so that students of magical families could find a safe place to learn. But she needed to build up the library at the school. She could only bring so many books from her own home to fill in.

That and the rumor of nearly lost Albanian spellbooks appearing again was too good to pass up. She needed someone to take her through the continent; a place she hadn’t explored yet. As it stood, the only person she could think of to take her along those borders was...

Godric. 

“If Helga knew I was leaving the school--Och, especially with the term starting so soon--”

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It was only the assurance of Physician that kept Rowena informed that the great knight was merely sleeping and not dead within the guest chambers. From his reports, the knight seemed to be healing and taking to the health potions well enough. She knew they would: she crafted them herself. The witch kept herself busy during the day and off of her new guest by working on her spells and potions, for the better of other wizards and witches through the land.

No word from either of her friends. That was mildly concerning. She went to the coop and sent her fastest raven with a message to them. 

She walked by to check in on her guest when she saw some movement from him. Curious, she walked in.

“Are we feeling better, then?” she asked.

       He tried to keep his eyes open, for while he seemed to have found a place of sanctuary, it was not for certain. But soon he gave up despite the varying contradicted thoughts bustling in misty mind.

       Percival soon fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep and one unlike any he had had since he was a young boy, asleep in the bed of his parents’ farm. He made so little movement during the night that he might be thought to be dead.

       After a great many hours, he groaned, finally fluttering his eyes open to take a look around.

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