Hanging out in the Dungeon [OPEN]

[mel]

Melody wasn't exactly bored, she wasn't exactly entertained either. Popping a caramel hard candy into her mouth, the blond laid her shoulder blades against the wall behind her and looked to the ceiling of the dungeon's hallway. The ceiling wasn't as high as it was upstairs, and it was usually freakishly dark around there. As if no light was allowed down there, only darkness and misery could surround the dungeon's atmostphere. Depressing as it was, Mel was a pretty happy person at the moment, for she had gotten out of the Slytherin common room and was now standing across the stairs and letting the sugary treat melt in her mouth.

To her left was a dark hallway, leading to slytherin's office, and on her right was slytherin common room, and she didn't realize, how boring it was to be in the dungeon hallway alone. Putting another candy in her mouth, she sighed and took herself to the stairs, sliding to a sitting position on the second to last step.
"How dreadful" She whispered, only to hear the sound of foot-steps around her. Looking up, Mel looked around for what could possibly be walking around at 7 a.m.

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[helga]

Helga had to admit that she had no idea as to why she was in the dungeons, normally today she might have been taking her early morning walk outdoors before lessons began. But as it was, there was a torrential downpour outside. That would defeat the entire purpose of her daily rounds to go and water the plants responsible for providing the school with food. So she had altered her path and found herself wandering the dungeons, the stone floors cold and slimy beneath her bare feet. Helga held her illuminated wand-tip a bit higher above her head to spread the light further. She hated being in the dark.

Perhaps she would alter her route yet again and stop by the kitchens. She had been the one, after all, who suggested employing house elves to do the cooking and cleaning. Helga wanted a safe place for the house elves to do what they were bred to do, that being to serve witches and wizards. She had only just come up with a fantastic soup recipe, and she wanted to share it with them, perhaps it could be served for supper that evening. She paused before a girl (one of Slytherin's no doubt, she just had that look about her), but what on earth was she wearing? Helga had never seen garments as hers, they were rather scandalous.

"Good morning to ye," said Helga with a broad smile. She normally did not interact with the students of her fellow founders, but even if this girl was mentored by Salazar, she would treat her just as she treated her own pupils, kindly. But hopefully she would not carry the high-and-mighty attitude that her teacher did, Helga could not stand his attitude toward anyone with less than pure blood. Which was why she had conveniently not told him her parents were muggles. Helga smoothed her forest green robes and awaited a reply.

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

First sun beams were gently touching the lake, reflecting from the surface. Rowena sighed heavily as she moved away from the window and turned to the mirror. Her face was slightly paler than usually, due to lack of sleeping the previous night. Rowena took out a large silver box and opened it. She gently took the diadem out and placed it on her dark curls. The diadem enhanced the wisdom of its wearer and it was also the most valuable thing that Ravenclaw owned.

After another quick glance at the mirror, Rowena walked out of her office. (Although some people thought differently, Rowena wasn’t vain, she just loved looking good.) She quickly walked down the empty corridor. Surprisingly enough, she was up before breakfast and heading towards dungeons, to ask Slytherin for a favour. The day probably couldn’t get any stranger.

The grand staircase was empty, so it didn’t take long for Rowena to get to the dungeons. While she was walking down the corridor, she heard voices and stopped, wondering who had been up so early.

[mel]

Melody looked up to the Founder of Hufflepuff house. Mel hadn't really paid attention first day to the founders, and was more interested by the sweets covering the table and bickering with another slytherin girl that called her a nasty name. The founder seemed generally nice, despite the obviousness that Mel was slytherin, most other houses avoided the dungeons at all costs. In fact, she barely saw any other house in the dungeon except for class and detentions if they happened. Mel slid her ankles closer to her, to keep her skirt from flashing the woman in her robes and laid her hands across her lap.

"Thank you lady Hufflepuff" Mel nodded looking to her ankles for a bit before looking up to her, "and may I inquire why on as yourself is down here? Not that it is against any rules, but... it's unexpected that anyone other than slytherin's be down here" Mel finished, slowly getting to her feet and dusting off her skirt. Mel wasn't one for muggle clothing, but when she went to school, she would often go to London and shop for clothes of her taste. Things that weren't expected, hip and new, things that shocked others. That was her special taste, things out of the norm. But the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs inclined Mel to look up to the other founder walking down the steps. What was this a founder's party? Maybe this would remind her to pay attention to who was at the head table in the morning, lest she meet one she didn't know by face. The Gryffindor she hadn't met yet, But she knew these two merely for they were the only women founders, and Slytherin for the fact she was in his house.

"Good Morning Lady Ravenclaw"

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[helga]

"Aye, tis a fair inquiry indeed," Helga responded as the young pupil of Slytherin's inquired as to why she was down in the dungeons. "I be bound for ye kitchens." Standing there was like dipping her feet in the shallows of the black lake during the dead of winter, the frigid stone was stinging at her flesh. It also did not help that the floor was always damp. But she did suppose this portion of the dungeons was actually beneath the lake, so it would make sense for it to be a little wetter than the rest of the castle. It was a wonder that none of the students here fell ill. Sure, the quarters for her students weren't terribly warm, but at least they were dry.

When the student greeted Ravenclaw, Helga turned and grinned at her longstanding friend. But no matter how close they were, she would never tell Rowena that Arragon was not Aelsar's son, although she could surely figure it out on her own with little effort. Her eldest was more years than her marriage, and looked nothing like he had any elven ancestry whatsoever. Helga had been very ashamed indeed the day she found out that she was expecting him, but when she gave birth, looked down at his sweet face... There was no way in heaven nor in hell that she could abandon him. Six years later, they were still together.

Aelsar had been very understanding, although lately he had been expressing the desire to have more children. Helga could not say that she blamed him, he most likely wanted a son of his own blood, most men did. But she was frightened of birthing children again, what if she conceived twins again? That had been a particularly stressful pregnancy. "Good morning my dear friend," said Helga to Ravenclaw, signature broad smile upon her lips.

[Rowena Ravenclaw]

„Good morning. “ Rowena answered and returned her friends smile. “What a surprise...” Her big, dark eyes moved from one lady to the other. She didn’t expect to see anyone so early and most certainly didn’t expect to meet her dear friend Helga in the dungeons of all places. Rowena thought that Helga had been heading to the kitchen and somehow ended in the corridor leading to Slytherin’s office.

The girl, however, seemed unfamiliar. Rowena had probably seen her before, but she didn’t know students from other houses as well as those from her own. Rowena eyed the young witch carefully, with raised eyebrows; her clothing was something new even for Ravenclaw.

[mel]

Melody looked to Helga Hufflepuff with furrowed brows. She had been heading for the kitchens? Then how would she have made it all the way to the dungeon, it was still confusing the Slytherin student. But then again Mel had been caught just exploring before, so it didn't surprize her that maybe the founder woman had just gotten herself on a walk that didn't end yet. Mel didn't really want to stop the woman from finally getting to her destination, but Mel didn't want to be alone. Melody Marks was bored out of her mind, everything was very bland about that early morning and no one was willing to wake to talk to her. It seemed awkward, wanting a founder to stop and chat, but Mel knew no one else would be awake.
"Ah, Well I fear Lady Hufflepuff you are far from the kitchens" Mel giggled with a shrug.

Mel turned back to Ravenclaw and nodded to her greeting. "Good morning as well to you," She whispered, not sure how she got to be so lucky or unfortunate. Mel couldn't tell if it was a good thing that she was talking with the founders or if it was just bad luck. She would have to be careful what she said or did around them. Taking out another candy, she looked to the women around her and stuck out her hand where two other candies laid. Offering them to the women, she used her free hand to pop a strawberry hard candy into her mouth.

Melody was a candy addict, it was easy to tell she wasn't one for bitter things, she loved to eat sugar and candy. Sweet things were her calling and as weird as that was, she couldn't stop. It was some kind of miracle she didn't have cavities, but she counted her blessings. Mel brushed every morning and evening and flossed every other day to keep from getting rotten teeth. The even funnier thing was her teeth were incredibly shiney and healthy. Maybe it was magic, but Melody always thought it was sure dumb luck.

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[Rowena Ravenclaw]

Rowena frowned slightly „I'd rather not, thank you. “ she answered. Rowena wasn’t used to being offered candy, not that she didn’t like candy, it just wouldn’t be appropriate for her to act like a child. She didn’t act like a child even when she herself was one.

Rowena was still wondering what the other two were doing in the dungeons so early, but she didn’t want to be too inquiring. She had overheard a part of their conversation, but still couldn’t figure out who the girl was. Rowena realized that the student reminded her of her own daughter, Helena. The biggest difference was that Helena didn’t eat so much candy, mainly due to her mother’s prohibition.

[helga]

Helga looked down at the candy in the girl's hand, she had never seen anything like that before. The bright wrappings, oh how terribly odd they were! Fascinated, Helga delicately took one of the pieces from the palm of one of Slytherin's students. "I most graciously accept, thank ye for thine kindness," said Helga. That was her, always the polite one. She unwrapped the sweet and placed it in her mouth beneath her tongue. Such an odd treat, she had never tasted anything like it before. But the candy was nowhere near as odd as the girl's clothing, it didn't make sense to Helga why she would want to show off so much of her skin. Goodness knew men couldn't control themselves.

It was hard for her to not look down on the girl because of this, but it was not her place to judge people; Helga left that to the other founders. She took in any student, regardless of background or ability, and would often be the only place left for those the other founders deemed unworthy to be their pupils. All young sorcerers would be welcome to study by her. But the girl's clothing, Helga simply could not get over it. She mentally put the girl in something suitable, like the robes that the other students wore, or something like a skirt paired with a chemise with a leather bodice. Practical, not scandalous.

"Aye, I be awareth that I be far from ye kitchens, methinks mine feet chose they'd make thine own path," said Helga with a smile. It happened often, her ending up far from where she really meant to. Or it could be the architecture of the school. It was primarily the design of her good friend Ravenclaw; while brilliant it could be a bit confusing to Helga, sometimes difficult to navigate, especially those moving staircases.

[mel]

Melody shrugged to Lady ravenclaw, If she didn't want it, that was her bad. Candy was the only other addiction Mel had other than power over her folks. Melody sucked on the candy already in her mouth as she looked to lady ravenclaw, did she not want to seem childish in front of the girl. But Mel was 12, she was childish and proud of it. Melody did, however, know when to be serious. Coming from her family, she had to know when it was time to act like an adult and keep her candy addiction hidden. For now, while at school, She could eat all the candy she wanted and not be ashamed.

Covering her mouth to give her time to switch the candy to somewhere none embarrassing, she smiled at the Hufflepuff Founder. "Your welcome" She answered, tucking away the other candy and straightening out her skirt. It was true, for a wizard of her family background to dress the way she did but it was just how she always saw herself dressing. Anything that was flashy and outgoing. It wasn't that she was trying to show off to the boys, she didn't even care about them. Mel actually just liked how they fit to her body and were incredibly unique. But it wasn't always the same, she had many different outfits, but today she felt like a zebra style.

"There's a saying that says your feet follow your heart... maybe your heart wanted an Adventure" Melody offered to lady Hufflepuff. Melody wasn't exactly an explorer type, but she did like to sit on balconies and watch the sunset many a nights.

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[Rowena Ravenclaw]

Helga's words made Rowena smile. She knew she was the one to blame for the complicated architecture of the castle, moving stairs, vanishing rooms and closets. It was probably quite confusing for most, but Rowena was proud of her designs. She was proud of herself, her creativity, ideas and minds. Maybe a bit too proud, as her late husband used to say.

Rowena couldn't see her friend as a person seeking for adventure, but she might have been wrong. She knew everything about Helga, same as Helga knew everything about her. However, there were certain things they never talked about. Rowena rarely mentioned her husband and she had a feeling that Helga hadn't told her everything about her oldest son. However, Rowena didn't want to push her friend into anything, if she wanted, she would tell her.