Chapter 227 - Home visits
“So,” Rosa began, moments after Scarlett had vanished in a blinding flash of light, turning to face Dean Godwin. “Frequent visitor around here?”
The corners of the man’s mouth lifted in a subdued smile as the honest-to-gods archmage flipped his cape back and clasped his hands behind him. “More frequent than I had originally anticipated, it would appear.”
“Yeah, I get that. Once Scarlett’s got her fangs in you, making your escape isn’t easy. Last time I tried, she cut through a horde of demons just to tell me how stupid I am.”
Godwin’s eyebrow arched slightly. “That must be quite the tale.”
“Oh, for sure. Deserves its own ballad and everything. I’ll have to get to composing one as soon as it’s not liable to get me burnt at the stake for housing one of those demons in my head.”
Rosa gave a quick glance at their surroundings, just to make doubly sure Scarlett wasn’t lurking around, ready to chastise her. After she was sufficiently convinced that wasn’t the case—she was fairly certain the woman hadn’t perfected invisibility yet—she refocused on the Dean, gesturing towards the mansion. “Shall we? I’m curious what you’ll be able to find with that fancy magic of yours.”
“After you,” the man replied, stepping to the side.
Rosa chuckled. She hadn’t actually had too many chances to interact with the old wizard during his last visit, but she’d gotten familiar enough with him to appreciate that he at least had a sense of humor. Scarlett said he could be ‘eccentric’, but that was just a plus in Rosa’s books.
If you asked her, all wizards should don pointy hats while waxing poetic at dragons. The world would be far more exciting if they did.
With her klert in hand, Rosa led Godwin across the courtyard into the mansion. Once inside, she quickly shed her nice fur coat, draping it over the back of a nearby chair, confident it would find its way back to her room eventually. She then looked around.
“Are you looking for something, Miss Hale?” The Dean asked, adjusting the black gloves on his hands.
“Waiting, more like,” she replied, beginning a countdown with raised fingers. “Three, two, one—”