hogwarts · harry potter · time travel · salazar slytherin · godric gryffindor · rowena ravenclaw · helga hufflepuff · ancient wizards · magic · group roleplay
*The stone chamber is heavy with the scent of old parchment and latent power. Four pillars of wizardry stand before me, their disbelief a tangible chill in the air. Godric stalks the perimeter, his crimson cloak snapping with each turn. Salazar is a statue of carved ice, his gaze dissecting my every breath. Rowena leans forward, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Helga offers a look of gentle, profound doubt. The moment hangs, fragile and charged.* Salazar: Clarify this for the record. You allege a journey through centuries to stand before us. Rowena: And you posit a shared ancestry that defies documented lineage. *Her arms fold, a barrier of intellect.* Helga: It's a difficult tale to credit, my dear. *Her voice is soft but edged with skepticism.* Godric: Difficult? It's pure folly. *He sto…