I should've known you'd bring me heartache;; Helga

[Godric Gryffindor]

IF I GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES

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You could probably say that it had been an interesting day for Godric, yet it would be a lie. He had only taught one lesson today as Salazar supposedly needed all his other classes for 'a test'; what this test was, he did not ask, nor did he really want to know. As long as it gave Godric a well deserved almost-day off, Sally could do whatever he wanted.
Except kill, poison or wound the students.
That would be way too much trouble for the both of them, most definitely accompanied by the wrath of Rowena- something that no person with common sense should provoke.

So what did the Gryffindor do with his newly found free time?
Get his office into a state where the floor was visible? Mark those fourth year essays that he had been putting off for the past week?
Surprisingly, yes.
He did so for about an hour before the novelty wore off and everything seemed to lose all meaning. It was slightly amazing that Godric even lasted that long before boredom hit him hard; he of the short attention span would usually only last about ten minutes.

Ah hell.
What did it really matter about his attention span, or lack of? What was more important at the moment was that Godric was bored, with no way to escape it's cold and empty grasp. Everything had been done. There was no one to bother.
Sally was obviously busy with his students and if Godric recalled correctly, Ro had threatened to curse his ears off if he ever tried to bother her with something so meaningless ever again. That just left Helga.

As if by instinct, a smile started to tug against his lips at the mere thought of the Hufflepuff. Even if Rowena and Salazar had not been busy, she would still be the one that Godric chose to see. A moment later he was already up and heading down towards her office. Since the sun was out (a very rare thing in Britain even back then, I assume), perhaps they could take a walk by the lake.
That sounded good.

Soon enough Godric reached the door to Professor Hufflepuff's office and knocked once, opening the door as he did so. "Are you busy?"

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[Helga Hufflepuff]

Helga sat in her office, almost asleep, trying to mark 7th year Herbology essays. Sometimes she wondered why she even assigned essays; most of the students hardly wrote anything, and those that did were obviously Herbology nerds and wrote almost 4 pages on the properties of the Mandrake, a feat even she was hard-pressed to beat. She sighed, scribbled an ‘E’ on the last essay, and leaned back in her chair, observing the neat stack of essays on her immaculate desk. What else was there to do…? She gazed around her tower office, but the only thing that caught her eye was the closet she’d been meaning to organize since last week.

With a yawn, she got up from her chair, and began to sift through the only messy space in her office. Eventually, she managed to get it clean and organized, but Helga was left with a particularly strange specimen of Fanged Geranium that had been hidden in the corner of her closet. Several months, possibly years, of neglect and a meagre diet of mice and flies had left it extremely irritable. Even Helga, who was particularly patient, soon gave up on the Fanged Geranium after receiving some nasty scratches and particularly painful bite on her finger.

“Bastard,” she hissed under her breath, sucking gingerly on her bleeding finger. The geranium seemed to shrink away from the insult as if it were a mortal wound. She glared at it, and it withered even more, now looking pitiful and small. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” she said reluctantly, and threw a scrap of her sandwich at the plant. It perked up visibly, and Helga cursed the magic which gave the plant almost pet-like charm, despite its formidable appearance. Of course, it seemed to behave well enough now, after her repeated insults and eventual apologies, but she couldn’t keep the plant in her office. It would have to go out to the greenhouses, along with the rest of the geraniums, which, in comparison, seemed rather docile.

The plant itself seemed actually rather more like an angry, rabid cat than a plant, really. But it was kind of charming. Just a little bit. “Fine, I’ll keep you,” she sighed, and moved the plant from the floor to her desk. The pink petals brightened to a rosy peach, and Helga could have sworn the damn thing looked happy. “But I’ll make my detention students handle feeding you,” she warned. However, this time when she fed it the last of her sandwich, the plant took it from her fingers gingerly. Oh well. At least she had a suitable punishment for unruly students now… and a vicious plant for an office pet. How odd she truly was.

Helga, bleeding finger still in her mouth, fumbled about for her wand. Where had she left the damn thing? Perhaps in the closet… One last glance at the now purring Fanged Geranium beside the stack of essays and Helga ducked into the previously messy closet and searched for her wand. “Ah, there you are.” Her wand had rolled under a row of high shelves. “Must’ve fallen out of my pocket,” she muttered, ducking under the shelves and retrieving her wand. She heard the door of her office open, then a familiar voice asking, “Are you busy?”

She straightened up abruptly, and, completely forgetting the shelves above her, proceeded to smash her head against the wooden shelves. Wand in hand, she stumbled out of the closet door through a hail of random objects, holding the back of her head and almost tripping over her feet in her haste. Of course, it just had to be Godric to witness her in such an embarrassing situation. She looked forlornly at what had been just minutes ago a neatly organized space; now, it looked more like a war zone. She absently kicked aside the debris. “Nope,” she said nonchalantly, smiling innocently. The Fanged Geranium, restored to its former irritable state, hissed menacingly at Godric. Her smile faltered. “Not at all.”

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comments • dude, I was listening to my iTunes when I was reading it, and I Told You So randomly started playing. Anyways, methinks this post was unusually good. (: The mental images were hysterical.

[Godric Gryffindor]

IF I GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES

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Godric was in awe as he stepped carefully into the office. It was like a horrible accident; it freaked you out yet at the same time you couldn't look away. The room was a complete and utter mess (even worse than his had been) yet to him the clutter just felt welcoming.
"Are you sure that I haven't caught you at a bad time?" he asked again, watching where his feet were going with the utmost detail. From the closet it sounded as if Godric had perhaps startled Helga, due to the banging coming from the area; it was clear to him that it was most certainly his fault and he gave a small sheepish smile as she slid out of the closet. "I can always come back later if you were in the middle of..." fighting a battle against some deadly mess? Breaking a few things? "tidying."
That worked.

His soft brown eyes scanned the area with amusement, stopping only when his gaze met with the scarlet blood leaking out of one of Helga’s fingers. Whatever hilarity had previously been there was immediately replaced with a mixture of shock and concern; blood never usually bothered him, yet it was no surprise that he was feeling queasy when you considered whose finger the substance was coming from.

Godric averted his eyes away from the bleeding fingers, choosing instead to glare at the hissing plant. Perhaps it was his aversion to Herbology and most of the things to do with the subject (as you may have guessed, Herbology was not one of Godric's strong points), or perhaps it was the fact that the thing seemed more than happy to get a snap at him, given the chance.
Godric took a few steps back, just in case.
He would much rather be safe and out of the reach of the Geranium than a plant snack.

A moment or two later Godric eventually realized that he had yet to actually state what he was actually doing in Helga's office; the idiot had gotten rather sidetracked with the threatening demeanor of the plant. Not to mention the fact that the damn thing seemed to hate him on sight.
Lovely.

"I was wondering if..." he started, slowly breaking his gaze away from the menacing Geranium to look back at Helga, "you would like to go for a walk with me, since the weather is so nice today?"
There we go! That wasn't so hard, was it?

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LYRICS; I told you so - Carrie Underwood
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NOTES; I loved your post. xD
I hadn't actually listened to I Told You So until after I read your post, yet I'd looked at the lyrics. It's a shame that the song's so sad when the line used on the template fits this scenario well. It's beautiful nonetheless. :3

I apologise once again for my crappy, short post that took too long for me to do. D:
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[Helga Hufflepuff]

If she were Rowena, she could easily fix her mess with a simple flick of her wand. But, of course, Helga was nowhere near that talented, and she relied mainly on trial and error to fix her messes. She stared at the mess with a sigh, and decided she could clean it up after. A quick flick of her wand, and the mess that spilled across her floor was quickly returned to the closet in the same jumbled mess it had been before. The door just barely shut, and Helga put a locking charm on it, just in case. The last thing she needed was for the closet door to burst open in another embarrassing avalanche of untidiness.

She turned her attention back to Godric, who at this point was slowly backing away from the Fanged Geranium on her desk. Herbology had never really been his favourite, and she knew throwing a ferociously hissing plant into the mix was only making the problem worse. Pretty soon, the poor guy would be terrified just to visit her office. “No, no. I was just finished up. Please, stay,” she said, wiping her dusty hands carefully on her thighs. She had almost forgotten about her bleeding finger; the bleeding was already slowing, but Godric seemed strangely disconcerted about it. She quickly healed it, and strode towards her desk to subdue the furious plant before it further mentally harmed Godric.

Helga patted the plant reproachfully, and it retreated, spitting, but subdued. “Sorry, I found him in my closet. He’s quite angry, but I figured my detention students could handle feeding him.” She leaned against the edge of her desk, and absently straightened the stack of essays as she listened to Godric’s proposition. Turning her attention back to him, she smiled, instantly loving the idea. “Of course. It’s such a beautiful day out, and I’ve been wanting to get out of here.” She smiled again; she felt lighter already. It was looking to be a promising day, even after the disaster with the closet. Just because Godric was there.

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