Chapter Eight: A Proposal

The first decade of Hogwarts students went fairly smoothly, with only the occasional disagreement about blood status as an admittance factor for future students.

As soon as the tenth school year ended, Godric left the school for a short time. On his way out of the school, Rowena pulled him aside.

"Godric, where are you going?" she asked. "I half-expect Uncle Salazar to leave after all these disagreements, but you? Not you; you wouldn't do that. I know you aren't a quitter."

"I'll only be gone a little while, and it doesn't have anything to do with that."

"What, then?"

Godric hesitated a moment, and then smiled. "It's a surprise. If all goes well, I think you'll like it."

Upon leaving school grounds, Godric Apparated to Rowena's forest home.

In Lórien, Godric met Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.

After what, to Godric, seemed like an endless but friendly discussion, the three reached an agreement.

Godric thanked the royal couple before leaving. Out of earshot and vision of anyone that had been around, he jumped for joy.

Stopping short, he realized that was only one obstacle he had to meet. The harder one was yet to come.

Back at Hogwarts, Godric tracked down Rowena in a quiet classroom.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, turning to face him.

"It's good," he replied. "It could be much better, though."

Rowena gave Godric a puzzled look.

"Rowena, will you marry me?" he asked, going down on one knee.

"Yes," she said. "Yes!"