Post by Godric Gryffindor on Sept 3, 2020 1:20:33 GMT
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It had been a rough month of transition for Godric. While he was able to land himself a position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts (ha, he should’ve been able to be the headmaster, but he settled for this as he loved teaching). The sorting had come and gone yesterday and now they had a free day before classes began. A day to settle in and get used to the settings. Just a month ago it seemed he had been in an entirely different place. The lake and the castle were fundamentally the same, but the feel of it all was completely different. The castle had just gone through a large remodel due to it being destroyed a few months ago, or at least battered in a lot of areas, including the bridge he had been standing on at that moment.
Funnily, there was a lot of things that were the same – the stone circle he and the others had placed to create a nice place to study and still have shade without heading to the forest, the rocks were all the same, completely untouched by the war. He even met Rowena’s daughter, Helena as a ghost. She seemed to look at him as if she herself had seen a ghost. Of course, he greeted her with friendliness despite everything that had happened, in his past and his future too. He had read up on all their lives, he read up on history in general and while he wasn’t completely up to speed, he had a general idea of how the world looked now. It felt like he was on another planet, but then the wind would blow just right and he’d get a whiff of the forest and feel like he was back home.
No, no he couldn’t dwell on the past. Godric was always one to look to the future with boldness. He chuckled heartily to himself as he looked out of the bridge taking in the sight. So many years, and yet there was still so many familiar sights. Well, at least his goal worked out, the school was successful and muggleborns were welcome to the school with open arms. Perhaps in this life he would have a better death than dying of disease, in his bed, at his home.
Of course, when he appeared and had to break through some floorboards into a poor muggle family’s home, it was quite a surprise and looking back on it, perhaps his death wasn’t quite so boring if that was the end effect. He thought that Salazar had come back and was playing some sort of joke on him.
He missed Salazar. He missed his wife. He missed his friends. He felt… alone. Would he ever fit in here? Or would he continue to be simply a memory, a revered figure of the past? No. He wouldn’t allow it. He clenched his fist and then laughed once more to himself. “I will make something of myself in this life – I will defeat myself and become even more renown,” He shouted, his voice ringing in the canyon below him.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
It had been a rough month of transition for Godric. While he was able to land himself a position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts (ha, he should’ve been able to be the headmaster, but he settled for this as he loved teaching). The sorting had come and gone yesterday and now they had a free day before classes began. A day to settle in and get used to the settings. Just a month ago it seemed he had been in an entirely different place. The lake and the castle were fundamentally the same, but the feel of it all was completely different. The castle had just gone through a large remodel due to it being destroyed a few months ago, or at least battered in a lot of areas, including the bridge he had been standing on at that moment.
Funnily, there was a lot of things that were the same – the stone circle he and the others had placed to create a nice place to study and still have shade without heading to the forest, the rocks were all the same, completely untouched by the war. He even met Rowena’s daughter, Helena as a ghost. She seemed to look at him as if she herself had seen a ghost. Of course, he greeted her with friendliness despite everything that had happened, in his past and his future too. He had read up on all their lives, he read up on history in general and while he wasn’t completely up to speed, he had a general idea of how the world looked now. It felt like he was on another planet, but then the wind would blow just right and he’d get a whiff of the forest and feel like he was back home.
No, no he couldn’t dwell on the past. Godric was always one to look to the future with boldness. He chuckled heartily to himself as he looked out of the bridge taking in the sight. So many years, and yet there was still so many familiar sights. Well, at least his goal worked out, the school was successful and muggleborns were welcome to the school with open arms. Perhaps in this life he would have a better death than dying of disease, in his bed, at his home.
Of course, when he appeared and had to break through some floorboards into a poor muggle family’s home, it was quite a surprise and looking back on it, perhaps his death wasn’t quite so boring if that was the end effect. He thought that Salazar had come back and was playing some sort of joke on him.
He missed Salazar. He missed his wife. He missed his friends. He felt… alone. Would he ever fit in here? Or would he continue to be simply a memory, a revered figure of the past? No. He wouldn’t allow it. He clenched his fist and then laughed once more to himself. “I will make something of myself in this life – I will defeat myself and become even more renown,” He shouted, his voice ringing in the canyon below him.
ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS