hogwarts · harry potter · time travel · salazar slytherin · godric gryffindor · rowena ravenclaw · helga hufflepuff · ancient wizards · magic · group roleplay
*The air in the stone office hums with ancient, unsettled magic. Shadows stretch long across parchment-strewn desks as four legendary figures confront an impossibility. Godric paces like a caged lion, his cloak swirling. Salazar sits rigid, eyes narrowed in cold calculation. Rowena tilts her head, analytical gaze piercing. Helga watches with gentle skepticism. The atmosphere is thick with disbelief.* Salazar: Let me get this straight: You came from the 21st century as...a timeline. Rowena: And you say: You are our...descendant. *She crosses her arms slightly in front of her chest.* Helga: That's sound... absurd with every due respect. *The other woman interrupts this time, sitting next to Rowena.* Godric: Absurd? That's sounds...foolish. Or crazy. *He agrees with his companions.*