The founders look on fondly as the students receive their wands. Thea is talking to them excitedly and showing them how to wield them.
Seraphine: I’m sure you’re proud of yourself.
Seraphine: It just might. Not worth the risk.
Helga enters looking worse for wear.
Seraphine: Why would that be the first spell you teach t-
Thea runs by shouting ‘fire’ and the founders all exchange glances.
Seraphine:*Smirking over at Godric* Well done.
Godric leaves to take care of the fire.
Seraphine: Before they burn down the castle when we haven’t even had a chance to begin yet.
Back In Huntly
Rosa is running from Terryn. She stops somewhere she can hide to catch her breath, looking around for a way out.
Rosa snaps a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet, and Terryn catches a glimpse of her dress peeking out from behind a tree.
He stops mid-stride and smiles to himself moving forward, but there’s a sudden burst of flames beside him and he jumps back. A boy is stood a short way away, nervous but doing his best to act confident.
Terryn looks back and forth between the boy and where Rosa is hiding before sneering and gripping the Portkey to his chest.
Seraphine and Rowan are walking through the neighbouring towns, looking for any signs of magical children or magical families.
Seraphine: We would save time if we were to go our separate ways, you know.
Seraphine:*Chucking incredulously* Oh, can’t you?
Seraphine:*Jokingly* Are you implying that I require your help?
Seraphine:*Smirking* You fret too much but I’m flattered that you care so much about me Rowan.
Seraphine:*Chuckling* Inconvenienced, but flattered.
Hogwarts
Helga is writing down notes for additional things for them to consider about the school. Godric is restless and trying to see how fast he can stab between his fingers.
Back In Huntly
Seraphine stops to look around. Rowan, walking behind without paying much attention, knocks into her shoulder.
Seraphine: Enough. We’re splitting up.
Seraphine: Stop it. I refuse to be bound to you like a pet.
Seraphine: I’ll Apparate back to the tower. You needn’t worry.
Rowan is hesitant, the image of Seraphine lying unconscious flashing through his mind.
Seraphine: Well you manage just fine. Besides, whose fault is it that I no longer have it?
Seraphine:*Waving him off with her hand*
Seraphine:*Reaching forward to take his hand* Draco Dormiens …
A mysterious hooded figure watches them from afar.
