I am, who I am

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Helga smiled as she watched from the kitchens of the Founder's castle. Salazar may look dorky with black hair, rather then red, but he was still the world's best sword master. Right now, he was busy going up against Godric, rapier against greatsword. "A pity we couldn't find Godric's actual sword," said a soft voice behind her. She started, not realising that Rowena's reincarnation had been in the room the entire time. She turned and hugged her beloved, giggling madly once her ears registered the tell-tale clang of Godric, not used to such a heavy sword, dropping his weapon mid-spar. "We need to contact the goblins right away," the Celtic witch continued, running her hand through Helga's red curls. "I, Godric, and Salazar will be turning 11 in a year. I'm planning for us to attend Hogwarts, and retrieve our items from the bank. Then we find Salazar's supposed heir," "Mmmm," Helga turned around, still in the other witches' arms. "Boys!" she called out the open window. "Ce-Dinner!" she called out, almost tripping over her words and using the old term instead. There was another clang, a choice word, and a few minutes later, they were back into the castle. Actually, Salazar was. Godric was way behind him, lugging the greatsword and muttering oaths to find his actual sword. Helga couldn't sympathise, because she still had her giant, but light, battle ax, but she could see where he was coming from. The sword of Gryffindor was a lighter longsword. The greatsword was at least 0.7 times heavier then that. "About time you two," she scolded. "Me and Rowena have been talking. We've been to Diagon in disguises a few times, but when you guys turn 11, we go to the bank. We need to. So we can't go in our disguises. The goblins will see right through them,"