Ravenclaw

Chapter 74- A New Home

Song for the chapter: Harry Potter Theme Song
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Two weeks.
Two weeks seemed like such a long time, like a long time to come, yet it managed to fly past in a blur. From the time when Rowena received news of finally conceiving a child; Godric and Rowena becoming the godparents of Helena Lilac's and Raziel Forfax's baby; Helga and Salazar confiding each of their Hogwarts secrets in each other; the start of the execution of the Revolution's plans; two weeks was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
And now, Rowena Racenclaw stood in the Great Hall, ordering around the staff and teachers to their posts and positions. "Smith, I need you down at the station along with the gamekeeper, Huntsman. Ask someone to go with you, we're expecting a lot of students, and of course, everyone has to go to Hogwarts the special way for the first time— the boats!"
Helga busied herself in the kitchens, ensuring that her magic was enough for the numerous house elves that dwelled in the castle, to make sure everyone was comfortable. "Now, now, m'dears! Only the best meals will do, of course! Remember, with good company and good food, people we see Hogwarts as their home, their sanctuary! After all, they are to be here for the next few years!" The small creatures hustled about, plates piled with potatoes, baked, boiled and mashed, and tons and tons of beef, chicken, mutton and pork being place underneath the golden plates above. Plates of vegetables and fruits sat in between the luscious plates of meat and potatoes, and the house elves stood, ready to serve the feast.
In the dining hall, Salazar hung the banners of the four houses; Gryffindor, where a golden lion representing Godric's pet lion roared proudly; Hufflepuff, where Helga's cute little black and white badger was painted against a bright, happy yellow; Slytherin, where a giant silver snake, not unlike the basilisk, curled around the emblem; and of course, Ravenclaw, where a golden-feathered eagle with raven claws stood proudly with its wings spread open. Salazar smiled to himself— he was definitely proud of his school.
He looked up to where Helga had enchanted the ceiling to look like the sky above, and tonight, it looked magnificent; the moon shone brightly, illuminating the light, grey clouds surrounding it, and the bright light of the stars twinkled and seemed to cast a happy glow down to where Hogwarts was. With another flick of his wand, the candles that floated above the tables flickered to life, the flames dancing within their waxy boundaries. He smiled to himself.
While this was going on, Godric Gryffindor hurried up to what seemed to be just another office, albeit a grand one, but really, it was the office of the next headmaster to come. The four founders would not live forever— this was a fact that they had willingly embraced— and had set up methods to elect the next worthy headmaster— or headmistress— to lead the school. Rowena had pitched in the idea of school governors; they would have to decide on who they shall be later on. But for now, Godric spent his time tidying up the office, making it suitable for the next person to come.
He had already previously enchanted the walls of the office so that when one headmaster has reached their end, they would be able to remain here, in the castle, to give sage advice to the next one, in the form of a well-done oil painting. He paced around the room, admiring the four's work— Rowena had put it upon herself to place only the most notable collections and series of books on the shelves of the office, and left space for more magnificent works to come. Salazar had given the room an aura of sophistication by dressing it in the finest silk from his father's motherland, Portugal; handsome rugs and chairs of fine tailoring dwelled in the office. Helga had also decorated the room; sweet smelling flowers in the prettiest of vases stood on most of the tables and ledges around the room, and the wood and stone of the staircase had intricate designs etched onto the newly-installed banisters. The window at the side of the grand room creaked open— a beautiful, fluttering phoenix entered the place and landed on a perch, specifically designed for it. A bronze dish hung beneath the perch, ready for when time came and the bird had to be reduced to ashes— only to be reborn for a new life.
"Why, hello Fawkes," Godric said, smiling at his companion. Phoenixes are extremely rare, and on top of that, extremely hard to tame— Rowena had once said to him, "They are dangerous creatures— not because of their nature, no— but because of how incredibly rare for it to be tamed by a human being.". When he had come back from his trip with a phoenix in tow— the look on his wife's face! He stroked the creature tenderly, and it snuggled up to his finger. He laughed.
"Why have you come, my friend?" He asked the bird, continuing to stroll around the office. "Surely, there is a reason why you've come to me?"
The bird let out a cry— Godric smiled to himself. It sounded beautiful, but he knew better than to be distracted by its call. He walked towards the door, arm outstretched. "Come, Fawkes, Rowena will kill us if we are late for the opening ceremony!"