*  rvlcthcworld·       /        beatrice  haywood .

what had she done this time? this wasn’t the halls of hogwarts, nor was it anywhere close to where she was from herself. no one spoke the way that she did, majority all had the common american accent. but the ultimate question she had, was how had she even managed to end up in this place? what was this place? “excuse me.” sad eyes looking at the other. “do you know where we are?”

the  place  was  still  weird  but ,  after  a  month  or  so  of  being  here ,  godric  could  at  least  say  he  was  used  to  it .    ten  centuries  out  of  his  time   &   far  away  in  a  country  that  wasn’t  even  founded  yet  for  him .   it  was  still  hard  to  believe .   glancing  at  the  girl ,  godric  gave  a  half  smile  to  her   &   nodded ,  a  tad  proud  that  he  could  say  he  did ,  in  fact ,  know  where  they  were .              ❝     a  place  called  colorado ,  miss ,  in  the  country  of  america .    if  you’re  wondering  how  you’re  here  though ,  i’m  afraid  i  can’t  help  beyond  just  the  where .    i  don’t  even  know  how  i’m  here  myself .     ❞

*  fcghtthefcght·     /      arthur  pendragon .

“Hog…warts ?  You named a school hogwarts ?”  Arthur asks and then quickly backtracks.  “I mean no offense for that !  But…I’m sorry but it sounds like a pig having an extreme sickness of warts and I get an image in my head and I swear I mean no offense.”  It’s just the name is stupid to him and odd to a muggle like him. 

❝    no  offense  taken ,  your  majesty .    ❞            it  was  a  difference  of  cultures .   where  hogwarts  was ,  for  the  wizarding  culture ,  a  more  acceptable  name  it  was  bound  to  get  odd  looks  from  muggles .    it  sometimes  still  got  looks  from  the  wizarding  one ,  in  fact .    other  schools  had  come  into  idea  that  he  had  caught  news  of .    one  in  northern  europe ,  for  example ,  calling  itself  durmstrang  as  well  as  one  in  france  claiming  itself  as  beauxbatons .    a  bit  more  serious  than  hogwarts ,  but  he  wouldn’t  change  it  for  the  world .              ❝    hogwarts  school  of  witchcraft  and  wizardry ,  yes .     it’s  going  to  be  the  finest  wizarding  school ,  even  with  france  mulling  the  idea  for  theirs .    the  name   . . .    it’s  less  strange  to  magical  folk ,  i  suppose .    part  of  it  was  a  want  to  have  the  name   share  something  with  the  wizarding  village  it  stands  by  called  hogsmeade .   it  hardly  matters ,  though .   what’s  more  important  is  which  house  within  the  school  you’re  taken  in .    house  pride  beats  out  school  pride ,  i  think .    the  other  three  founders  and  myself  make  up  the  heads  of  houses  and  choose  which  students  we  want  to  represent  us .   we  each  teach  our  students  ourselves ,  they’re  our  pupils .    the  houses  are  just  simply  named  after  us  so  there  is  hufflepuff ,  helga’s  house  where  she  favors  diligence ,  loyalty   and   kindness  ;   slytherin ,  salazar’s  house  where  he  favors  cunning  minds ,  ambition ,   and   power  ;  ravenclaw ,  rowena’s  house  where  she  favors  wit ,  great  thinkers ,   and   those  with  a  love  of  learning  ;  and ,  of  course ,  gryffindor ,  my  house  where  i  tend  to  look  for  bravery ,  chivalry   . . .   those  who  dare  against  the  world .    ❞

* cfwcnders·     /      marlene  mckinnon .

Marlene didn’t know why she was here, pretending to be a year older than she was as she sat in the Muggle bar. Maybe it was because it was a Monday, maybe it was because she was finally feeling homesick, missing the way she could move around her parents restaurant, finally feeling free. 

“Listen, I don’t know you, but if you could just sit here, I would love ya forever, mate.”

 godric ,  looking  up  from  his  mug  of  amber  beer ,  cocks  a  smile  to  the  girl .    bars  can  be  chaotic   &   often  just  his  setting  when  needed   ---   but  they  could  also  be  melancholy  for  some .   she  seemed  leaning  towards  the  latter .    he  shifts ,  providing  room ,  but  doesn’t  slide  the  basket  of  food  he  has  from  where  it  now  sits  between  him   &   the  space  given .    it  would  be  an  offering  once  she  sat .    he  is ,  if  anything ,  friendly .            ❝    i  don’t  see  the  harm  in  it ,  spots  all  yours .    could  use  some  more  love  in  my  life  here  and  there  anyhow .    ❞             he  gives  a  smile  that  crinkles  at  his  eyes  to  her  before  glancing  behind  her ,  then  around .            ❝    hope  you’re  not  trying  to  find  a  place  to  sit  by  someone  to  get  away  from  someone  else ,  though .    ❞

*  eruditesouls·     /      rowena  ravenclaw .

                     it takes considerable will power not to roll her eyes at godric’s confidence about his statement— half wishing that she could find it within herself to latch on to his words, turn them into a dare, & turn her wand on him. a small stinging hex would definitely do the trick & remind him that while she followed their century’s rules & expectations, she was also the woman who raised her daughter all by herself after her first husband died. she didn’t allow herself to submit to men’s beliefs about a woman needing a man to survive, & she will not do so now with him.

                     pressing her lips together, tight enough to form a thin line, rowena dismisses those thoughts from her mind. one of her closest friends is here, in this unknown land, as well. she’s already slapped his arm once, it’s enough punishment for his foolhardy actions earlier, enough reminder to act less impulsive. though she hates to admit it, this is one of the instances where she showcases a tolerance to godric’s behavior more than others. if she isn’t so fond of the man who’s so willing to defend her honor, who looks at her so brightly, whose emotions & thoughts she can so easily & gladly read for days, the witch from the glens would have continued in her reprimands. 

                     “  dearest godric,  ”  sarcasm falls easily on her sharp tongue,  “  do not tempt me so.  ”  in one quick movement, she turns back around & packs her books, placing them inside the shopping bag they came from. there’s no reason to stay, not when her peaceful afternoon of reading has changed into something more chaotic, yet pleasant. she may be able to waste her day away by sitting around with her mind in a different literary world but godric, she knew, is as sprightly as any young man. offering the bag, in case he wishes to carry them, rowena hesitates for a second before responding in a hopefully convincing manner,  “  you can start by joining me for a walk, where you shall tell me tales about your entrance to this world & the day you disappeared in ours. i’ve been curious to know whether those in our world has noticed our absence.  ”

she  doesn’t  need  a  single  person .    not  him ,  not  helga ,  not  salazar   ---   sometimes  he  thinks  she  could  have  established  the  school  all  on  her  own   &   that  the  rest  of  them  were  just  help  she  accepted  because  she ,  logically ,  saw�� no  downside  in  it .    she  didn’t  need  him .    she  could  hex  him ,  easily .    his  confidence  stems  from  knowing  she  is  lighter  on  him .   that  she’s  allowed  him  some  cushion  in  what  he  can  get  away  with .    she  knows  him ,  they’re  friends .    she  didn’t  need  him ,  but  he  certainly  liked  to  believe  she  liked  him   &   his  company .     he  knew  he  liked  hers ,  perhaps  even  a  little  too  much .

though  she’s  read  his  chapters   &   lines ,  he  often  wonders  if  she  seen  the  times  his  expression  softens  to  so  simply    ------    smitten .    those  times  he  looks  at  her  as  though  she  hung  the  stars  in  the  sky ,   or  when  his  eyes  shine  at  her  as  though  he’s  seen  nothing  more  lovely  in  his  life .    if  she  has ,  perhaps  it  is  written  off .    if  she  hasn’t ,  well ,  then  that’s  simply  it .   she  hasn’t .    he’s  not  sure  which  he’d  rather ,  or  if  he  rather  that  she’s  noticed  it  all ,  understands  it ,   &   ignores  it .    if  it  is  rejection ,  he  can  take  that .   he  won’t  rage ,  he’s  not  immature   &   his  respect  for  her   &   her  wishes  is  stronger  than  that ,  but  he  also  doesn’t  think  that  would  stop  the  light  feelings  for  her  he’s  gained  in  his  heart .

convincing  isn’t  necessary .   she  could  offer  him  to  simply  sit   &   watch  her  read   &   though  sitting  so  still  wouldn’t  be  his  favorite  activity  he’d  take  part  if  just  to  join  her  for  a  moment .    he  takes  her  bag ,  tugging  it  over  his  shoulder .   giving  her  a  kind  smile ,  he  nods  once .            ❝     seems  a  fair  penance .   i  can  say ,  i’m  not  sure  how  much  longer  you’ve  been  here  than  i ,  if  longer  at  all ,  but  you  were  not  missing  from  the  world  i  left .   i  saw  you  what  must  have  been  just  hours  before  finding  myself  here .     ❞

*  ladymcrgana·     /       morgana  pendragon .

at his words, she slowly nodded and then shrugged, a soft smile crossing her crimson lips, fingers still clasped around the coffee, both for warmth and comfort. she then brought it up to her lips and took a sip out of it, sighing in contentment, her eyes flickering up at the stranger, immediately confused at his words. “hmm what?” she blinked, and moved to sit up a little straighter, her emerald hues locked upon him. “rowena? what?” she drummed her fingers across the takeaway coffee and then moved to stand up, lightly tilting her head to the other. “well i think you may have me mistaken for another. my name is morgana pendragon, i have no idea who this… rowena… is…”

hurt  rolls  to  confusion  then  is  doused  in  something  cold .    there’s  traces  of  shock  in  his  system ,  but  none  of  it  is  disbelieving .   wand  is  strapped  to  his  belt  by  his  hat ,  his  fingers  go  to  rest  on  it ,  ready ,  but  do  not  draw  it .    he  remembers  the  times  merlin  would  have  to  cast  away  his  eyes  from  rowena ,  close  himself  off  a  moment  as  if  to  gather  himself .   he’d  explained  to  godric  why  once .    resemblance  between  the  brilliant  ravenclaw   &   the  infamous  dark  witch  were ,  according  to  him ,  uncanny .    now ,  godric  had  seen  the  portraits  of  her  wild ,   &   he  could  pick  out  some  similarities ,  but  to  see  her  poised   &   polished  as  she  was  in  the  early  days  that  no  one  but  merlin  knew  hits  him  hard  on  exactly  how  much  the  two  shared  in  features .    morgana  was  not  always  untamed ,  not  always  wicked ,  merlin  had  intently  told  him  that  one  day .   she  was  once  beautiful .               ❝     . . .   merlin  truly  meant  it ,  when  he  said  she  looked  like  you .    ---   i  never  realized  he  meant  it  so  much ,  though .     ❞

*  lionheartedsouls·     /       ben  cooper .

                    cowardice seems to correlate to the young gryffindor— as ironically as that sounds. he could waste away 5 parchment papers listing down his fears, writing as small as a quill would allow & words written on each side, yet still have more unlisted in his mind. it’s no wonder that the sudden touch, the sudden clasp of his shoulder, makes him yelp & jump, heart wildly racing against his chest as his body moves forward to get away. the grip holding him is strong, a man’s, & his lanky frame lacked enough muscles to fight against it.

                    biting back the urge to shiver from the threat that found him, ben takes a quick breathe of courage— & before he could think more about what he planned to do, quickly glances behind him. intimidating is the first word he could think of— though, in his opinion, everything is intimidating when it came to his thought process & perspective. the man’s taller & wider than him, & his question made ben certain that the man’s a wizard. saliva gets caught in his throat, causing him to choke. he never did have a good relationship with magical folks, while his friends cared for him, & several teachers & students acted neutral or ignored him, a number of them, mostly those ‘pure’ of blood, went on to bully him for his mudblood status. he can already imagine the man looking at him with disgust, wondering why a coward like him is in the ’mighty’ gryffindor house.  “  i am… uh… sir. ben co-… ben, 7th year gryffindor student.  ”

bravery  is  not  the  absence  of  fear .    it  is  the  willingness  to  stand  despite  it .   whether  wobbly  knees  or  not ,  if  you  can  face  even  one  singular  fear  just  once  then  that ,  in  his  book ,  is  bravery .    he  took  many  into  his  house  that  some  raised  brows  at .    ones  that  shook   &   jumped  at  small  things .    he  did  so  because  he  saw  in  these  students  something  that  others  didn’t   :  walking  in  a  world  that  terrified  you  was  bravery  in  it’s  own .    it  wasn’t  all  holding  swords  against  dragons .    the  boy’s  nervous  glances  don’t  deter  him  for  this  reason ,  the  tense  feeling  in  his  shoulder  under  godric’s  grrasp  doesn’t  upset  him .    this  boy  is  a  gryffindor ,  this  boy  was  brave .

disappointment  or  disgust  are  far  from  his  expression  as  his  face  splits  into  a  wide  grin .    hand  resting  on  his  shoulder  shoves  off ,  pushing  the  boy  towards  him ,   &   godric’s  arm  goes  over  his  back  in  a  one  armed  hug ,  holding  him  against  his  chest ,  with  his  chin  brushing  the  boy  ---  ben’s  ---  hair .    he  chuckles .          ❝    a  pleasure ,  ben !    ❞           he  pulls  back ,  but  his  arm  stays  around  ben’s  shoulders .   merlin  had  mentioned  hogwarts  still  standing ,  students  still  attending .    no  matter  the  long  distance  in  their  lifetimes ,  all  gryffindors  were  still  his  students .   they  were  his  pride .         ❝    i’ve  been  wondering  when  i’d  meet  a  pupil  of  my  house  from  this  time .    ❞

*  fcghtthefcght‌     /      arthur  pendragon .

Arthur keeps laughing; he didn’t mean too but with the way Arthur and Merlin are around each other. . it wouldn’t have been Arthur if he didn’t laugh  “I’m sorry !  I don’t mean disrespect from laughing but…I lived with Merlin so long that calling him his highness is quite funny.”   He finally calms himself down a bit to keep talking properly.  “And yes…I figured Merlin would.  Regardless of what he says or might do he would be one to be like that.”  

godric’s  laugh  is  one  that’s  booming   &   it  chimes  in  with  arthur’s .         ❝     no ,  believe  me ,  i’m  not  surprised !    merlin  once  said  he  was  sure  you’d  laugh  the  day  you  learned  of  that  title  of  his !    it’s  good  to  know  he  knows  you  well  enough  to  be  right .     ❞           he  claps  arthur  on  the  shoulder  in  good  nature ,  fondly  remembering  the  few  tales   &   facts  merlin  had  shared  about  his  life  with  the  king .   one ,  in  particular ,  that  many  of  the  stories  got  it  wrong :   he  was  never  arthur’s  advisor ,  or ,  at  least ,  giving  arthur  advice  was  never  in  his  pay .    he  was  a  manservant .           ❝     he’s  proud  of  what  he’s  done ,  proud  of  what  our  world  became .   he’s  a  man  of  many  goals   &   he  intends  to  reach  each  of  them    . . .    he  does  like  power ,  i  think ,  more  than  he  would  admit .    back  in  my  time ,  i  suppose  he’s  made  it  by  now ,  he’s  plans  for  putting  together  an  order  once  he’s  finished  with  the school .    one  that  would  separate  the  magical  world  from  the  non  magical .   he’s  spoken  to  me  about  joining ,  which  i  would  consider  if  i  did  not  have  hogwarts  to  worry  over .     ❞

*  lionheartedsouls     /      ben  cooper .

                    “  oh no, no, no, no…  ”  his silent panic is spoken under his breathe, barely heard but still noticeable with the way he paced himself back & forth the street. out of all things to happen to him. OUT OF ALL times for aliens to abduct him or for someone to kidnap him… it just HAD to be during professor snape’s final exam. he’s gonna die ! professor snape’s definitely going to kill him ! he’s too young to die !! clutching his exam parchment tightly between his fists, the young gryffindor took several deep panicking breaths to calm himself… or at the very least, not faint from stress.

 there  is  a  kind  soul  laden  within  him .    one  that  not  only  radiates  bravery  but  also  tries  to  inspire  it  from  others  ;  something  many  needed  when  suddenly  coming  here .   it  is  fearful  to  appear  somewhere ,  suddenly ,  that  you  do  not  recognize ,  after  all .    he  sets  a  hand  on  the  boy’s  shoulder ,  seeking  to  calm  &  comfort  the  stress  pouring  off  of  him  or ,  at  least ,  sooth  his  feet  from  wearing  a  trench  in  the  street .          ❝    easy ,  friend .   you  seem  ready  to  faint .   what  seems  to  be  the  prob   ---    ❞         voice  pauses  when  he  spares  a  glance  at  the  crest   ---   a  mighty  lion  in  golds   &   reds   ---   patch  sewn  to  the  front  of  the  boy’s  robe .    his  head  tilts ,  tone  falling  slightly  distant .        ❝    ---   lem    . . .    are  you   . . .    a  part  of  gryffindor  house ?    ❞

*  fcghtthefcght     /      arthur  pendragon .

“Legends ?  There are…legends of me ?”  Arthur hasn’t gotten to the library yet…in fact this is his firsts time out in the real world since arriving here so he never got around to anything yet but hearing he’s a legend…well that makes him feel a little better…as if he did something right in his reign of trying to fix things.  “Of course you two would be.  Merlin has that way with people.”  Whenever Arthur mentions Merlin his blue eyes light up to be a sparking blue…a sparkle akin to those with a deep love and even, in Arthur’s case, a deep rooted crush.  “And finding a school ?  How fascinating !  Young minds learning in a place…how extraordinary.”  It’s then he realizes highness wasn’t directed at Arthur but Merlin.  “Wait a minute…hold up.  Did you call Merlin his highness ?  As in. . royalty ?”  

❝     arthurian  legend ,  they  call  it !    your  legacy  is  known  to  both  the  magical  and  muggle  worlds ,  though  we  wizarding  folk  tend  to  focus  more  on  merlin’s  part  in  the  tales .     ❞            godric  doesn’t  miss  the  twinkle  found  in  the  king’s  eye .    he’d  always  wondered  how  he  would  speak  about  merlin ,  judging  from  what  godric  knew  about  arthur  from  merlin .   he  can  recall  the  softness  that  would  blanket  merlin’s  expression   &   the  warmth  that  would  settle  in  his  eyes  on  the  topic  of  his  king ,  as  well  as  how  fast  it  would  all  fall  to  dying  coals  when  the  present  caught  up  to  him .    the  heartache  merlin  wore   ---   the  loss  of  a  loved  one .    godric  smiles ,  glad  arthur  shared  care   &   appreciated  merlin  for  all  that  he  was   &   did .           ❝     years  after  your  death ,  merlin  helped  form  the  magical  people  into  a  collected ,  lawful  society .    his  highness ,  prince  of  enchanters ,  they  call  him .   certainly  is  the  closest  thing  to  royalty  our  world  has .    says  he  hates  it ,  i  think  he  secretly  likes  it .   either  way ,  i’m  more  than  grateful  that  hogwarts  had  his  blessing   &   support .    even  if  he  did  chose  salazar’s  house  at  our  first  sorting .     ❞

*  ladymcrgana     /      morgana  pendragon .

“i now officially worship the god of coffee…” she smiles at the cashier, paying her for the drink before turning on her heel to leave the shop. morgana fell down onto a bench, hands clasping around the takeaway hot drink in her hands. it was early in the morning. she always had trouble sleeping due to nightmares, so here she was, out of the house due to yet another nightmare. she could feel the eyes of another on her “you alright? are you lost?”

 he  quite  likes  being  able  to  get  out  in  the  mornings .    he  savored  sunrises ,  despite  what  people  assumed  about  him  sometimes .    more  often  than  not  he  found  many  thinking  him  to  be  grizzly  in  the  morning ,  but  no .   he  rose  with  the  sun  with  ease   &  ,   in  this  new  world ,  greeted  it  with  coffee  in  his  hand .     he’d  been  looking  over  to  agree  with  the  other ,  originally ,  but  her  appearance  shushes  him  to  puzzled  silence .    smooth ,  british  accent  only  furthers  his  confusion  as  she  addresses  him .           ❝    course  i’m  not  lost ,  i  know  where  the  coffee  shop  is ,  i  come  by  near  every  day .    ❞           she  should  know  that ,  shouldn’t  she ?           ❝    i  thought  you  had  studies  you  wanted  to  attend  to ,  rowena .    you  said  so  just  before  i  left .    ❞

*  starlitmcons     /      arwen  undomiel .

this place was no Middle Earth. there were humans that walked about but none she had ever seen before. The elven queen observed, hands placed in front of her. Crystal hues watched as they walked by. Curious. However, she could not see anyone she recognized. No hobbits. No Dwarves. Luckily no orcs or Northman. Yet it still brought an uneasiness in her. 

she should have been dead, set in her eternal slumber; yet she walked and breathed life. She wasn’t sure how this came to pass and she wanted to find it cause. graceful footsteps forward, inaudible to ears. “Pray tell, traveller. I am not sure… where I am. Could you help me?”

he  spends  most  his  days  out .    always  starting  it  the  same  which  was  out  by  no  later  than  eight  am  with  a  cup  of  coffee       (   he  didn’t  have  to  bother  with  buying  it  anymore ,  not  since  merlin  taught  him  how  to  use  the  coffee  maker  in  the  home  he  provided  godric   &   the  other  founders   )       &   heading  north  down  the  street .    this  world  had  something  new  for  him  to  face  every  day ,  this  day  being  no  exception .

godric  had  met  veela  before   &   even  though ,  turning  towards  her  at  her  voice ,  he  knows  she  is  not  one       (   veela  were  known  for  blonde  hair ,  this  woman’s  was  a  midnight  sky  )       they  are  the  first  thing  that  comes  to  mind  at  the  sight  of  her .        ❝     yes ,  as  best  i  can  at  least .    it’s  a  strange  land ,  from  what  i’m  told  it’s  called  america .    this  area  of  it  is  called  colorado .     ❞

*  fcghtthefcght     /       arthur  pendragon .

Merlin’s beard ?  Since when did Merlin have a beard ?  And why would this man use it as a phrase ?  All questions he will ask…after the shock of someone seemingly being excited about him wears off.  It’s not that he didn’t expect it, he was always a man of the people and his people seemed to like him enough. .. but after the war and everything that happened…he never saw his appeal the same way.  He’s just a king who died before letting magic reign free and everyone would live in harmony and not war…and the biggest thing is that how does this man know him ?  And Merlin for that matter.  

“Back in Camelot yes I was king Arthur but here…I am just Arthur Pendragon.  No need for the King.”  He doesn’t deserve that title anyways.  “And yes Merlin did fi…how do you know Merlin ?”  

❝    something  tells  me  you’ll  always  be  king  arthur ,  i’m  afraid  to  say ,  sire .    the  legends  of  you  run  far  to  deep  to  remove  that  title .    ❞               legends  that  were  known  to  both  muggle   &   wizarding  kind  at  that  which  was  a  rare  thing  indeed  ever  since  the  two  worlds  took  their  parting  from  one  another .    stories  painted  him  as  something  more  than  man ,   a  king  among  kings !     &   despite  anything  he  may  claim  godric  had  faith  in  the  man  who  he  called  hero .             ❝     as  for  merlin ,  well ,    ❞            he  shrugs ,             ❝     there’s  not  a  witch  or  wizard  in  the  world  who  doesn’t  know  of  merlin ,  at  least .     i  have  the  honor  of  saying  i  know  his  highness  personally ,  though .     merlin  and  i  are  good  friends .    in  my  time ,  he  helped  supervise  in  the  construction  and  set  up  of  the  school  i  took  part  in  founding .    ❞ 

*  eruditesouls     /      rowena  ravenclaw .

                    rowena has held onto the belief that the ability to learn, to understand, to adapt, are the greatest indicators of wisdom that can be showcased by mankind. to learn another’s opinion, to understand the reasons they’ve reached to that conclusion, & to adapt your thoughts in an effort to compromise or debate with them. her skill in doing such actions has made her a formidable opponent in verbal battles & a better noble lady than those in her family’s surrounding lands. 

                   while she’s never expected her belief to work in a different context, the same idea can be used & is being used by her in this town. for days, ever since she arrived, rowena’s nose has been stuck in front of a book, blue eyes drinking in every text she could grab. she learns about the recent history, everything that’s occurred since a hundred years ago. she learns about technology & the creative muggle inventions made to counter their lack of magic. she understands their language, par the ‘slang’ & ‘memes’ this time is so fond of. & she’s slowly adapted. gone were her embroidered & often in shades of blue long tunic & coat dress, she’s dresses in something far more conservative than what’s worn by the women of today yet modern enough to get nothing but a passing glance & an occasional awed stare. 

                   today, she’s finishing yet another literature, the last in the pile of books she’s borrowed from the public library. her posture is straight & regal against the cafe’s seat even though her head is tilted down & the book she holds is far too close for her eyesight. her lips part every so often to read sentences out loud, forcing the words to stick inside her mind. rowena’s hour long continuous reading gets interrupted by sturdy arms lifting her off her seat & against a wide chest. her first instinct is to panic, due to the inappropriateness of such actions. blue eyes widen, hands flicking outward to get her wand, & her body turned to get a proper aim. a curse almost leaves her tongue until she’s caught sight of the man holding her.  

                   “  godric  ?  ”  the name slips unconsciously as she takes in the sight before her— sweet, courageous, chivalrous godric, who she tolerated more than anyone who dared to act like a fool in front of her. a bright smile almost forms, pleased to see one of her oldest friends, only to stop halfway as her mind finally assesses the position she found herself in. front too close than what’s appropriate in their time, hand clasping & accidentally squeezing his bicep, faces in closer distance due to the painful heightened shoes she’s forced to wear. it takes but a second for her almost smile to turn to a displeased scowl, a similar expression always on her whenever he does his idiotic pranks. the hand that’s clutching his arm pulls back enough to lightly slap the same place.  “  i ought to hex you, godric gryffindor. you’ve frightened away a few precious years off my life,  ”  her tone is as reprimanding as usual, her scowl still in place, but to balance her hostile words, her eyes hint of a fondness & delight that he’s in this town as well.

godric  liked  to  savor  moments .    capture  them  in  his  mind   &   hold  them  for  as  long  as  memory  would  allow .    he’s  startled  her  slightly ,  enough  that  recognizes  he  nearly  faced  a  curse  for  his  actions ,  but  there  is  still  a  moment ,  in  pulling  away  enough  to  see  one  another  clearly ,  where  he  sees  a  curve  on  her  lips .     it’s  a  better  victory  than  any  won  battle  can  bring  to  have  been  able  to  spark  one  of  her  smiles .    they  were  often  more  rare  than  the  world’s  most  precious  jewels   &   far  more  beautiful ,  in  his  opinion .    even  if  this  smile  doesn’t  complete   &   ends  too  soon  he  still  grasps  at  it  in  his  mind   &   pins  the  image  to  his  heart  to  wear  like  a  badge  of  honor .    despite  her  following  scowl ,  the  moment  is  enough  to  tell  him  that  she’s  as  happy  to  see  him  as  he  is  to  see  her .

he’s  comfortable  with  many  things ,  despite  what  society  or  rules  say  about  them .   it  takes  courage  to  defy  what  the  world  expects   &   prove  what  is  thought  to  be  right  wrong .    he  also  knows ,  though ,  that  she  is  not  so  keen  as  he  on  reckless  rule   &   expectation  breaking .   she  has  the  wisdom  to  break  some ,  when  it  is  so  clearly  needed ,  but  has  far  more  grace  about  it .   she  didn’t  have  anything  like  his  more  impulsive  nature  by  any  means .    though  a  new  age  here ,  he’s  aware  they  are  closer  than  she  would  be  fond  of  in  a  public  place .    he  is  a  respectful  man ,  to  those  he  knows  deserve  it  from  him .    at  the  smack  against  his  arm  he  chuckles   &   recedes  to  put  space  between  them .    

 ❝     you  wouldn’t  hex  me  and  you  know  it .    probably  ought  to ,  yes  you’re  right  on  that ,  but  you  wouldn’t .     ❞               he  smiles  more  cheerfully  than  he  has  in  days .    he’s  happy ,  delighted ,   &   has  always  been  simply  awful  at  keeping  any  emotion  off  his  face .    always  an  open  book ,  content  to  let  her  read  every  page .             ❝     give  me  time ,  i  promise  i’ll  find  someway  to  return  those  years  to  you ,  lady  ravenclaw .     ❞

*  fcghtthefcght     /      arthur  pendragon .

“So have I !”  Arthur said with a laugh.  Granted he was a prince first then king so of course he had to but he leaves that out.  “A renn faire ?  I don’t know what that is yet but I will have to ask my resident modern…explainer…close friend…explain it.”  OF course he would as Merlin.  Arthur doesn’t trust anyone else in this place yet…well maybe this man because he like this spirit.  “Arthur Pendragon.  A pleasure to meet you.”  He says and gives the man a firm handshake.  

every  child ,  magic  or  not ,  knew  the  stories  of  merlin ,  the  knights  of  the  round  table ,   &   the  brave  king  arthur .    if  one  took  out  the  more  gory  bits ,  they  were  popular  bedtime  stories  for  children  to  dream  of  great  kingdoms   &   mighty  dragons .    little  witches   &   wizards  who  heard  the  tales  almost  all  dreamt  of  being  like  merlin ,  the  wizarding  world’s  powerful  savior ,  but  that  wasn’t  the  case  for  a  young  godric  gryffindor .   he  didn’t  want  power ,  he  wanted  brave  battles   &   daring  quests !      merlin’s  magic  was  something  he  respected ,  of  course ,  but  he  was  never  who  godric  admired  most  from  the  tales .    his  favourite  character  had  always  been  the  chivalrous  king .    when  he  met  merlin  it’d  been  an  honor ,  but  it  didn’t  shock  him  the  same  as  this .    didn’t  give  him  near  as  much  boyish  excitement  as  this .

❝     merlin’s  beard ,  are  you  really ?     ❞               shock  begins  to  melt  away  to  delight .   a  laugh  slips  from  his  lips  as  his  grin  grows .              ❝    pendragon  as  in  king  arthur ?     merlin’s  arthur ?     you’re  serious ?    . . .    has    ---    has  he  found  you  then ?    ❞       

 he  can  face  the  land  alone .    he  can  face  this  new  world ,  with  all  its  oddities ,  with  without  fear  just  as  he’s  done  with  so  many  things  in  his  life .   that’s  bravery .   it  does  not  mean  wants  to  be  alone .    facing  the  fear  of  somewhere  unknown  was  one  thing ,  simple  loneliness  was  another .    the  world  fell  too  quiet ,  things  got  too  still .

his  mind  tries  to  replicate  conversations ,  commentary ,  to  absent  friends  as  he  tries  to  envision  their  thoughts  on  the  place .    what  helga  would  say  about  the  lovely  mountains  ‘round  them  or  even  salazar’s      (    he  can’t  help  it ,  even  with  the  distance  now  between  them ,  he  knows  the  man  too  well    )        complaints  on  how  dull  it  was  here .    as  he  steps  out  a  coffee  shop ,  drink  in  hand ,  is  when  he  wonders  of  rowena .    his  smile  that  follows  is  soft ,  as  it  always  is  when  she  comes  to  mind .    while  helga   &   salazar  he  thinks  he  could  predict ,  she  wasn’t  as  easy .    her  mind  was  something  far  too  beyond  his  to  try  to  imagine  her  thoughts .    still ,  he  tries .   he  always  tries .    as  his  thoughts  begin  their  best  impression ,  though ,  they’re  interrupted  by  a  better  one .     or ,  as  his  eyes  look  to  find  the  sound ,  no  impression  at  all .    raven  curls  stark  against  pale  skin .    sharp  eyes  that  seem  to  break  down  the  world’s  every  secret .    he  moves  without  thought ,  fingers  dropping  his  cup   &   feet  heading  towards  her ,  his  face  now  a  grin .

❝     rowena !     ❞           she  has  her  personal  space  that  he ,  more  often  than  not ,  respects  but  this  time  is  a  special  occasion  that  brings  him  to  cross  it .    his  pace  becomes  a  near  run  at  the  end    &   when  he  reaches  her  at  last  his  arms  encircle  her  shoulders  then  pull  her  close  to  hold  to  his  chest .          ❝     i  can  hardly  even  say  how  glad  i  am  to  see  you .     ❞

CLOSED  STARTER .      /        @eruditesouls  ,  rowena

*  fcghtthefcght     /      arthur  pendragon .

“Ah a man of the sword I take it !”  Arthur says with a laugh.  “Someone who agrees.  I was told this world is very different and…I don’t like it.  If I can’t wear my old clothes then I am staying with my sword.”  Much to the dismay of Merlin if he found out. 

❝     since  my  father  let  me  hold  one ,  yes !    he  trained  me  as  a  boy .     ❞           half - blood  benefits ,  a  background  of  both  worlds .    while  godric  obtained  his  mother’s  gifts ,  his  lionhearted  spirit  was  entirely  from  his  muggle  father .         ❝     it’s  certainly  a  place  of  it’s  advantages  and  disadvantages .     can’t  say  i’ve  been  reprimanded  on  my  clothes  yet ,  only  told  i  seemingly  look  like  i’m  from  something  called  a   ‘ renn  faire ’ .     i  was  spoken  to  about  the  sword  but ,  well ,  doesn’t  mean  i  put  it  away .   i’ve  a  way  of  keeping  it  hidden .     ------    godric .     ❞           he  held  out  his  hand  to  the  other ,  as  greeting .          ❝     godric  gryffindor .    ❞

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romantic    /     open    CLOSED   :      while  godric  is  all  rough ,  tough ,   &   battles  but  believe  me  when  i  tell  you  he  will  MELT  in  the  hands  of  anyone  he  falls  for .     he’s  absolute  stupid  romantic .    brings  you  flowers   &   writes  you  very  bad  poetry .    holds  your  hand   &   just  lovingly  gazes  at  you  like  some  big  fool .    when  he  falls  in  love ,  he  falls  hard .    he’s  not  much  for  playing  around ,  he’s  to  “ honorable ”    &    all  or  whatever  for  trysts .    he  wants  someone  to  have  his  heart .    godric  gryffindor :  actual  romance  loving  fool .       godric  will  be  romantically  interested  in  rowena  ravenclaw !    he’s  got  a  big  stupid  crush  on  who  he  will  tell  everyone  is  the  Smartest  and  most  beautiful  girl  he’s  ever  seen . platonic    /    always  open  :    first  of  all !    BRING !   HIM !   DRINKING !   BUDDIES !    bring  him  people  who  he  will  share  brave  tales  to  or  that  will  support  his  stupid  ideas  when  he  gets  them .    bring  him  people  who  will  put  him  in  stitches  laughing .    he’s  so  friendly  like  it’s  not  hard  he’s  such  a  nice  guy  honestly .   plus  he  needs  some  friend  support  after  his  falling  out  with  salazar .   he’s  secretly  sensitive   &   sad . roommates    /    open    CLOSED    (  2/2  )  :    godric  will  be  living  in  a  house  shared  with  rowena   &   helga  !     his  favorite  girls ! apprentice    /    open ,  preferrably  a  gryffindor  student  :    not  just  for  magic ,  bring  him  someone  he  can  train  in  swordplay  too !    he  stresses  that  the  sword  is  just  as  powerful  a  weapon  as  the  wand ,  knowing  to  battle  in  all  ways  is  important .    he’ll  also  heavily  train  in  dueling . designated  modern  day  expert    /    open    CLOSED  :    basically  a  friend ,  preferably  a  muggle  or  a  muggle  born  who  knows  about  technology   &   all  that  good  stuff ,  to  tell  his  stupid  late  10th  century  ass  what  the  hell  everything  around  here  is .    a  phone  ???    we  don’t  know  her .   please  help  him .       dean  winchester  is  going  to  be  here  to  educate  godric  on  the  wonders  of  21st  century   &   pop  culture !    good  luck  to  him  honestly !    godric  still  tries  to  wear  wizarding  robes ,  tunics ,  or  full  on  armor  outside . someone  to  teach  him  memes     /    open    :      dean  is  here  to  tell  him  about  the  modern  day  culture  but  also  adding  this  because  he  also  needs  some  youngin  to  teach  him  about  idiot  memes  lmao .     i  want  godric  gryffindor  to  hear  someone  scream  “FUCK  THE  POLICE”   &   just  reply  with  “big  mood”  

*   i’ll  add  more  if  some  comes  to  mind !   feel  free  to  suggest  anything  too !