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Post by rowenaravenclaw on Feb 13, 2012 10:21:56 GMT
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All Rowena had been able to do for the past few weeks was wait. She was just a painting after all and there was very little she could do from within her frame. Little but not nothing. She had played her part in employing the enchantment by giving Raychel Entwhistle the advice and instructions she needed to succeed. Some might have said she was only interested in her success because it would bring her back to life. This was true to an extent but everything was far more complicated. She was helping Raychel so that the enchantment would be actioned correctly and the direct consequence of this was her own resurrection. It was the reasons behind her desire to return to the world of the living that made her intentions selfless. Katherine Dalton had suffered a fate worse than death at the hands of a beast that shouldn't even have been in the country. There were too many unanswered questions for her to accept that it had been accident and she knew the consequences of waiting to see if things would sort themselves out.
As she looked towards the door of the headmaster's office upon hearing it creak, her attention was drawn immediately to the necklace and length of fir in Raychel's hands. It had been so long since she had seen these possessions and now that she could see them, it wouldn't be long until she could hold them again. As the Ravenclaw girl moved across the office towards her, Rowena felt a tug from the necklace that grew stronger with each step. Even she hadn't known exactly how the enchantment would work but she presumed that the pulling sensation was a result of it. She walked forward in her portrait and discovered that the invisible barrier that was the front of her frame wasn't there anymore. She hadn't known that such a barrier had existed until the Battle of Hogwarts when she tried desperately to get out of her portrait in order to help. Now that it was gone, she was curious to see what that meant for her. Rowena continued to move forwards until she could feel the bottom of the frame at her feet. Cautiously, she lifted up one foot and stepped out onto the stone floor of the office.
But even as she stood in the office for the first time in over a thousand years, something felt off. She felt no different to how she had done while on the canvas and she wondered if perhaps this was all a dream. The necklace continued to draw her in and she took it carefully from Raychel's hand with a smile. Bringing it up to her neck, she pulled it around and fastened it beneath her hair. Then everything changed. Rowena felt a weight to her body. She could feel the floor beneath her feet and the still air of the office upon her face. She walked across to a bookshelf and pulled a random book from it, turning the pages with no aim other than to feel the paper move beneath her fingers. She had been conscious for so long but only now did she feel alive. Ravenclaw turned back towards Raychel to collect her wand, eager to have it back in her hands and casting spells once again. It had been painfully long since she had last used magic and she had a thousand years to make up for. Though she hadn't really missed out on anything seeing as she had in fact been dead, it hadn't really felt like her life had ended but rather changed its form.
As soon as she got a minute spare, there were so many things she needed to indulge in again. Sleeping, eating, reading, walking, teaching, writing, so much that she had been fond of and lost. Rowena knew that her purpose now was not to enjoy a second go at life. She was there to ensure Hogwarts didn't descend into chaos as it had done some forty years ago. Too many people had died in the Battle of Hogwarts and even more had died in the years leading up to it at the hands of the Death Eaters and indeed the Order of the Phoenix. Professor Dalton's soul had been removed and nobody knew why she had been targeted or who was behind it. Rowena had placed her suspicions with the group that had surfaced in objection to the founders. She understood the need to talk to someone about everything that was going on and as she would have had no objection if the confiding had been done in someone that could be trusted, she didn't feel justified in holding it against the student in question. They had not meant for anything bad to happen from it and if Rowena's suspicions were correct then it would make her and the other founders' job a lot easier. Whoever was behind the attack on the Headmistress was surely the threat that they needed to prevent and if those responsible were moving into the public eye then they had somewhere to start. Upon reminding herself of her colleagues, Rowena turned to look at their now empty portraits and smiled at the resurrected professors.
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Post by salazar roldan slytherin on Feb 15, 2012 16:49:12 GMT
I murder a rhyme [/size][/color]  [/center] One word at a time [/size] Salazar had been waiting a long time for this day, that being somewhat of an understatement really, as soon as he'd died he'd pretty much been waiting for this day. Honestly if it was entirely up to him he'd have been back alive a long long time ago but the other founders had their say in things too so he'd just learnt to sit back and wait until all of them decided it was time. Now was that time, Salazar wasn't sure what made this time any different from the other time's they could have intervened but didn't but he was hardly going to argue. He sat in his portrait resting his eyes for a while whilst nothing interesting seemed to be going on when the door creaked of the office creaked open. His eyes opened suddenly and quickly scanned the room finally ending upon the slytherin student carrying his father's staff. Salazar's eyes lit up slightly it had been so long and finally he could see the hunk of wood he'd been dying to see for years. He could feel it calling to him, pulling him almost, he stood up and smiled. He walked towards the invisible barrier he knew oh so well to be blocking him from life but as he reached where it used to be he found it was no longer there, he was finally free. Free to do all the things he'd longed to do since he'd passed away. He took one last breath and looked around at his portrait prison, sure he'd wanted to get out but it had been like home. Out he stepped, his feet emerging from the portrait and landing on the floor of the headmasters office. He smiled and walked towards his student claiming his fathers staff for his own. He felt again, he hadn't felt anything in a long time but now it was like he was human again, all he needed now was his wand. Salazar looked at his student knowing all the other founders would have their wand's simply waiting for them. His was waiting for him.. just not at Hogwarts, he knew exactly where his wand was located. He had however made the arraignments for him to receive a temporary wand however he wouldn't trust it, he had always been great at magic but when it came to using other peoples wand's he simply didn't trust them at all. He would have to leave as soon as possible to receive his own allowing his friends to get things sorted in his absence. This was one minor downer in one great moment, he was still ecstatic to be released from his painted nightmare. "We're back" he said simply looking around at his friends then towards the door of the office knowing the entire world was beyond it and he couldnt wait to be back out there. "And i need my wand."
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Post by godric aurelius gryffindor on Feb 17, 2012 17:41:12 GMT
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godric couldn't keep the proud smile off' his face as his chosen student, remus lupin, walked into the room where his portrait hung, and presented in his hands, the sword of gryffindor, and godric gryffindor's very own wand. two objects very near and dear to his heart. his smile widened as he felt the tugging sensation. this must be it, the enchantment at work! he thought to himself, taking steps closer and closer toward the portrait frame. he stepped over the wood and rested his feet on the floor. his eyes showed his happiness just as well as his smile, though he still didn't feel perfectly right. he frowned for a second, the pull of his beloved sword that had served him for so many years, still calling him closer. he reached out and took the sword from the hands of his student, and as soon as the hilt of it was sat comfortably in his hand, he felt his body gain weight, and substance. he sheathed the sword and reached next for his second old friend, the wand. once that was in his hands, it sparked as if to greet it's owner. he was alive again, it had worked!
his eyes roamed the room next, he'd been so drawn in by his sword that he'd forgotten that his friends would be there too, gaining the new lease of life, just like he had. he bounded toward rowena, picking her up and spinning her around, and planting two kisses, one on each cheek. "you absolutely amazing, astounding, woman! it worked!" [/color] he beamed, moving next to take helga's hands, and then after greeting the motherly figure, he headed to salazar, for a second forgetting all that had gone on between them. when he remembered, he greeted him with a nod. "welcome home! and happy halloween"[/color] he grinned. "can we go get something to eat? i'm starving!"[/color] godric remarked with a loud, booming laugh. ah, he'd missed food! it was absolute torture watching people eat in that office and not knowing if he would ever get to taste his favourite foods again. he wanted chicken.[/blockquote][/center][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/atrb][/table] |
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Post by helga elain hufflepuff on Apr 9, 2012 19:02:13 GMT
There were a lot of things that Helga felt an eagerness to embrace once she was free of her painting, in addition to the obvious one of her three best friends. Although now she gazed upon her former place of teaching, it seemed to have changed even more than she had recalled or noticed during the period where they were confined to a single portrait frame. She wasn't entirely sure where she would begin, what she wanted to do, but despite basic human needs seeming to be a problem when one examined the case logically, she felt no desire to fulfill any of these. Instead, what she most wanted to do was to run through the lawns of Hogwarts, to have the very basic but joyous sensation of touching grass and feeling the autumn wind following her body in the afternoon. She missed the sensation of those breezes upon her face and sweeping up at the corners of her clothes, she missed simple human contact with other people and she missed being able to feel the warmth of the October sunshine upon her cheeks. In all these years, her priorities had appeared not to change, for these were the things she craved more than food or books, like she suspected Rowena's thoughts had turned to. She wanted to be able to experience nature again. But she knew that to do so, required the assurance of her three companions that the world was safe enough for them to spend time in recreation rather than concentrating on more pressing matters.
Looking around, it didn't instantly appear that she would need to gather up her thoughts and push them aside, for the office did not reveal any immediate sign for concern or anxiety about the state of their beloved creation. She paused, taking in her surroundings, entirely pleased to be back in the place that she had made her home. The others, as she might have predicted, seemed instantly more comfortable with the change from being a being that merely existed in painting form to their current state, while she was still hesitating before speaking. She wanted time to get used to this sudden alteration in their bodily form, it wasn't something that she had expected to take place so soon, although she had known that to use the enchantment was to resurrect their earthly bodies, it still felt somehow unbelievable. To be back, after thousands of years where she could no longer experience the things that she had loved the most, it was a wonderful yet surprising sensation. As such, while she was still taking in this feeling of freedom, all of the others had voiced their thoughts, as predictable in their words as she would have guessed. It seemed that the time spent in portraiture had not fully changed her friends, something that she was grateful for, especially for not seeing Salazar since the moment he deserted the castle. To be reunited with the three of them again warmed her heart, so much so that she could not hide the small smile rapidly spreading across her features. Slowly, she spoke for the first time to the people she had missed the most, the people that had made this enchantment possible; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
Stepping forward, to allow herself some more room, she glanced first at the other woman, Rowena and bowed her head slightly, as though she felt she was in debt to the female for coming up with the idea. She, like the others, was truly grateful for the woman's intelligence when it came to bringing them back at this moment. "You're too clever, Rowena," she commented, giving her friend a grin as though suddenly aware of how much she could now do that she couldn't previously, walking towards her and embracing the other woman. "I doubt we could have managed this without you. I'm truly thankful to be standing here again." A childish kind of glee consumed her at this moment, as she felt the urge to run around and spin, with her dress moving, a desire that was becoming considerably more difficult to suppress. "I am glad to see you too, Godric, Salazar. It has been too long since I was able to see you in your entirety." Words hadn't come as easily as she had expected, for she wasn't entirely sure what to say, she was overcome with emotion at this point, still wishing to engage in every activity that she had been so pining for from her frame. "I see time has not changed you much, eating is still one of your main priorities despite all of the things available to us." She laughed, good-naturedly, as she once again found herself surveying the walls and floor of the office.
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Post by rowenaravenclaw on May 21, 2012 15:41:38 GMT
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Rowena's eyebrows raised slightly as Salazar announced their return in a calm yet dramatic manner. She could always rely on him to create an atmosphere, though sometimes this wasn't always a good thing, and the witch could hardly expect his nature to have changed over the thousand years it had been since he'd last breathed real air. To the untrained ear, he sounded as though he had some ulterior motive for being alive again but Ravenclaw knew and trusted him. He had made mistakes in the past but anybody that claimed not to have done so was a liar. As Slytherin was undeniably a great wizard, his mistakes were correspondingly more significant but she had made her own great errors and so would try to reserve judgement. He had, after all, seen her at her worst and so lecturing him for what he had done would be little short of hypocritical.
As her old friend mentioned his need for a wand, for his departure from the castle hadn't been part of the original plans, Rowena waved her own in the direction of the Headmaster's desk and thin threads of wood began to weave themselves together into a single length. "I took it upon myself to store a replacement for you in my office," she began, revealing that she had simply summoned it from the drawer in her old desk rather than creating it as it had appeared she had done. Ravenclaw had something of a need to make everything look more elegant and theatrical than was necessarily required and simply transporting the wand from her office to this one wouldn't have been sufficient. "Seeing as you didn't leave your wand in the catacombs when you parted ways with us, it only made sense to have another waiting for you to use until you can collect your old one from wherever you left it. I picked it out myself from the Ollivander of the time's stock so, providing my assumptions were correct, it should work well enough for you but naturally not as well as your original. Though she usually tried to remain modest, Rowena rarely doubted her assumptions for there had normally been a great deal of thought before she made them.
A smile crossed the woman's lips as she watched Godric take his sword. Now there was something she had doubted. Unlike the others, he had insisted upon binding his part of the enchantment to the object he was renowned for owning and none of Rowena's objections had been listened to. "You have no idea how lucky you are for that sword to still be here," she told him, irritated yet relieved that her arguments had proved incorrect. By some miraculous turn of events, his object had been the only one not to be turned into a horcrux. Ravenclaw had feared that something would happen to their most prized possessions, in her case her diadem, and for everyone except Gryffindor this had been true. Would applying the same enchantments to their famous items that Godric had cast upon his sword have saved from their fate? Had the protective spells kept it from Voldemort's hands or had there been some other factor that had stopped it becoming a horcrux?
Ravenclaw yelped a little as she was plucked from the floor but his enthusiasm was somewhat infectious. "I do my best," she replied before responding to his kisses with one of her own on his cheek. "Would I have got the three of you involved and hopeful if I wasn't entirely sure that it would?" There had, of course, been fallible parts to the plan but the witch had taken every possible step to ensure it could not fail. The necessary objects, with the objection of Godric's sword due to its (in this situation) unhelpful tendency to return to the Sorting Hat, had been kept out of the public eye in the catacombs. The catacombs had been sealed with every spell she knew and could only be opened with the cooperation of all four founders and then only with the cooperation of a student from each of the four houses. On top of all that, the whole enchantment had been kept a secret to ensure nobody would even know there was something to try and meddle with.
And then there was the final of her colleagues, the first of them she had met and the last face she had seen before her death. Any impulsive desires in Helga that the other founders were exhibiting were either absent or suppressed, the latter of which Rowena assumed more likely. She welcomed her friend's embrace that was so familiar yet foreign after so many years since she had last felt it. "Well we wouldn't be standing here at all if you hadn't covered my lessons for me. I wouldn't have had nearly enough time to figure everything out." As much as Ravenclaw liked to be praised for her achievements, she didn't think it right to take all the credit when such a reward had not been earned. Each of the other founders had played their part in the enchantment, all she'd really done was figure out what it was that needed to be done. Though she was often accredited as the most intelligent founder, her colleagues were also incredibly knowledgeable and she was sure they could have collectively developed the same enchantment if given enough time.
"Oh we must eat, it's been far too long. Besides, the rest of the staff and student body will surely want to know we're here," she added to Godric's question, feeling somewhat childish at the simplicity of her desires now that she was really alive once again. What had she expected? Rowena had known that she would want to do all of these little things as soon as she was in a position to do so but she couldn't help but feel as if she was supposed to be entirely focussed on ensuring the students were safe. There had been no direct danger to them between the Dementor attack in June and now, except possibly for the disappearance of Professor Malfoy but her successor appeared to be very competent in his new position, so would it really hurt to leave it until the morning to really get cracking? Besides, attending the Halloween feast would give them a chance to observe all of the professors together and distinguish who could be trusted and who they should keep an eye on.
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Post by salazar roldan slytherin on May 21, 2012 16:27:48 GMT
I murder a rhyme [/size][/color] [/center] One word at a time [/size] Salazar noticed Rowena's eyebrows raise slightly and a smirk formed on his face, he loved making an impact, no matter how big or small that impact was. Although It was her turn to make an impact on him, he watched her wave her wand and watched as the threads of wood formed into a wand. She always knew how to impress him even if she actually wasnt trying to. Salazar walked over and took the wand impressed that she'd have even thought of it, he had forgotten about his own wand untill recently. "You beauty" he stated simply, partly talking to the wand which he was now waving around slightly and partly talking to Rowena. He listened as Rowena spoke then nodded "It seems you know me too well, it will do fine" he told her slowly walking over to her and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Thank you"
Salazar then span around and turned his attention to the other two founders. "She'd have got us involved if she wasnt entirely sure.. i'm thinking she wasnt entirely sure at all, it's a lot to be sure about" he told them contradicting what Rowena said then smirked and turned to Rowena to say "I'm sure you were verry hopefull though". He loved going against what they'd say, it was fun to try and contradict them, he'd only do it when he wasnt entirely sure with what they were saying though. Salazar grinned at what Helga said to him and Godric, it had probably been a bad choice of words but he wasnt going to let her get away with it. He let his eyes wander down and up her body then replied "It's nice to see you in your entirety too" he then winked and span back around to see the entire group of his friends.
"Oh god yes food" he stated simply with a smile, it had been way too long since he'd had taste on his tounge, he wanted food and he wanted it now. "I'm guessing alcohol is out of the question?" he asked looking around at the founders hopefully but knowing the answer was probably going to be no. "Speaking of the students and the teachers.. can somebody make sure none of them freak out when they see me.. i'm kind of known for not being very nice." Understatement of the century but he was epecting a scream from someone at least.. he'd almost be disapointed if somebody wasnt scared of him.
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Post by godric aurelius gryffindor on Jun 5, 2012 18:51:11 GMT
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godric let his eyes travel around the office that they had surveyed for too many years to count on a hundred pairs of hands, probably. it was damned well nice to be able to take it all in from a different angle once again. the castle that they'd known and loved was only available for them to see from accessible portraits in the past, although they tended to stay close to the offices of the current headmaster or headmistress, as it was usually where the most important things were mentioned anyway. it made more sense to wait for information to reach them than to go scowering portraits to see what was going on. godric cracked a smile at helga's words, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. "my dear helga, it's more than lovely to see you in your entirety once again"
[/color] his twentysomething self teased, as if he hadn't aged a day since then. "can you blame me, my dear, the feasts here at hogwarts sound fantastic!"[/color] he said with a grin, almost wanting to rub his hands together in a somewhat childish but also greedy way. like he couldn't wait to get his hands on all the food. ok, well, yeah, that bit was true. there would be chicken, surely, he couldn't wait to taste that on his tongue once again. and pumpkin juice! he had to try and stop his mouth from watering by distracting his thoughts to less appealing things. godric watched rowena preform something that could probably be described as graceful. she always liked to add a bit of flair to her magic, and made everything look so complicated and yet so easy for her at the same time, godric was always in awe, and probably would always be in awe at that woman that he was so proud to know. and now he'd get to know her all over again, in a way. he watched salazar be reunited with a wand. of course, it wasn't his wand. had they not had the argument, he'd have probably been buried with the rest of them, but that was in the past. he couldn't help but feel a little anxious that salazar had a wand in his hands once again. of course, it was his right as a wizard, but godric just hoped that salazar would indeed help them against evil and not try and pull some stunt like the bassalisk thing again. godric would most definitely have to keep an eye on his co-founder. he didn't want to be bringing something even more dangerous into the school with their return. godric let his hand wander again to his sword, now sheathed at his side, to make himself remember that this was indeed real, and happening. they were back from the dead. an almost impossible task without preforming dark magic, and yet they had succeeded! he couldn't help but look smug as rowena mentioned that he'd been lucky. "you're just jealous that i was right"[/color] godric teased his friend, a glint in his eye. he did enjoy being right. he nodded happily as rowena agreed with him in going to the feast. it would be good for everyone to know they were back. then they could save the founders some of the best food! "i agree, they should know we are back, i don't want them to eat all the chicken and leave none for me!"[/color] he said with a grin. "of course not, i trust you, you wouldn't have put us in danger"[/color] godric answered. the plan had been brilliant. no doubt about it! godric chuckled at salazar's words. ”oh come now old friend, we all are surely old enough to take care of ourselves”[/color] he teased. plenty old, in fact.[/blockquote][/center][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/atrb][/table] |
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Post by helga elain hufflepuff on Jun 16, 2012 12:11:48 GMT
As equally happy to each founder as the next, she found a particular pleasure in being able to touch Rowena, having spent the last time when both were mortal in front of her close friend's deathbed. The memory seemed just as vivid and painful as when it happened over 1000 years ago, to be able to embrace and talk to her as freely as before was a wonderful sensation. The same feeling of comfort was found in the faces of both Godric and Salazar, having missed them sorely in the last years of her life. And despite having died, having moved away and having spent many years in separate portraits, it seemed still a little unbelievable that she could touch each one of them freely as all of those years ago. It was a weird feeling, she noted, the idea that she could feel anything now, to be walking around as though nothing had changed when, everything had. She threw Rowena another charming grin, "Classes I very much enjoyed teaching." In truth, Helga had dearly missed that part of her Hogwarts life - the one to impart her knowledge into the minds of other intelligent young witches and wizards.
Food didn't seem to instictively strike her as a need, or, at least, not one that she deemed more important than the other cravings she was experiencing. Of course, it didn't matter whether she thought she was hungry or not because she was not willing to part ways with any of her three friends so soon after being reunited with them. It was also likely that her hunger wasn't registering, a stomach that had been empty for a thousand years almost certainly needing some feeding. The appearance fact was one that she had almost forgotten in her eagerness, one that made considerable sense. The school did need to have that acquaintance with each of them, making their return complete. All in all, Helga was not stubborn enough to warrant arguing her way into a different situation, she trusted the guidance of her fellow founders. So, food it was and she was more than content to side with them, even if it meant turning the pages of a coveted book as opposed to filling her stomach in the Great Hall.
She exchanged a small shake of the head with Salazar, noticing his eyes fall down her body, a small grin once again falling into place upon her face. "Not entirely what I meant by that sentiment, but appreciated." She permitted herself a small laugh at his next claim, that students would be falling over themselves when they laid eyes on him for the first time. Of course, she was aware of most of the stories that came after his death, she knew him well enough to know that he gave an intimidating impression when he worked at it. But, when she was so pleased to see him, she couldn't help but mostly forget everything that he was convicted of, merely concentrating on the man she had known. "I'm sure they'll be able to control themselves," she replied, a small smile in his direction, as she considered being back at Hogwarts properly for the first time. Standing in this room was bringing back feelings that she hadn't recognised for many decades, ones that she had missed. She returned a grin in answer to Godric's comment, a small bout of teasing evident in her response, "I see I should consider my words more carefully around both of you. I forgot that you were both so difficult."
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