A fated Meeeting of the Four

Helga Hufflepuff walked up to a tavern or inn of sorts it was the only building within miles that would allow them to hold a this conference and concidering this was the building site of the school, should this meeting go well, which she hoped it did..

The building was brand new and looked decent enough, it was small but that made sense since it was in a very young small villiage.

She hoped others came, the need for a magical school in england was obvious now, but she could not do it her self. To do this they needed a team of talented witches and wizards to work together and pull there expertice. There was great potentail if they were scuessful.

Helga walking inside and waited by a window the over looked where the school would be, she could almost picture it.. momentarliy she wished she had seer abilites so she could see if there school would "live" or not.

Taking out her chalice that her husband left behind she got a drink from the bar as she waited, egerly for others to arrive.

He had purposely left both distractions of his life in the care of a maid. The greater of these being his charts, books and telescope and the latter being his exuberantly vibrant daughter, Baby. However even as the wizard stooped to avoid the door hanging, despite his lack of great height, Godric knew he would have done better to leave himself at home as well. The tavern picked for the meeting was packed with lovely distractions as someone had enchanted the ceiling to mirror the constellations. His head titled immediately as he picked out several of his favourites, a joyful sigh lifting from his lips. In doing so however he nearly walked into another patron and his apology was ignored as a cane rudely assaulted his left knee.

"A thousand pardons." he bowed to the older woman. Without thought of mercy, the lady simply sniffed at him, muttering something about the fall of generational chivalry. Godric was already examining another glorious cluster of dotted darlings.
Taking a seat as the bar, he requested an ale nodding to the lovely witch with the chalice. Rarely did he lower his gaze from the heavens to the mere mortals of earth, but when he did, he was a fairly quick and thorough observer.

For one of the woman he noted that she was beautiful, although such thoughts were strictly platonic and without a swelling of such devotions that his wife had carefully pruned from his heart long ago. And in all other things as they quickly faded, he decided that she was as powerful as she was beautiful. Her magic seemed to flow about her as the soft material of a silken gown.

Summoning courage and a small portion of nearly (at times) forgotten courtesy, he nodded to the witch.
"Greetings, fair one."