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Tis a hat, Gryffindor. Not a bloody crystal ball.

[Please excuse Godric as he grumps a little because it's his hat. And it's old, a little smelly, and boy does it need more than a little patching! Which means it can't just be tossed aside. The thing has seen and experienced to much to be thrown in the garbage pile.]

's prettier than any o' th' crystal balls in th' world if you ask me. Such a poor state. I don' think that no amount of spells can fix ya this time, old friend.

[Then he paused, casting Salazar a wry little grin with a twinkle in his eyes.] Though I think it can do th' hat some wonders, eh? Make it like new.

[He just leans againt the wall and shakes his head.] You're way too attached to that thing.

I think it rather charming.

[Charming? Oh that got a grin crossing Godric's face as he reached out trying to straighten the tip of the old hat only to have it fall right back over again.]

Charmin, lass? It does have a certain appeal doesn't it? A shame t' have t' toss it out though.

Yes, it does. I could be biased though, I have this sort of thing for hats.

Don't just toss it. There's some life left in it, I'm sure.

Hrm... quite possible.

[The wizard pondered the hat a little longer before snapping his fingers. A point to bring up in later meetings with the other Founders when the chance arose.]

Some say that a hat does make th' person.

[She moves behind him and studies the hat as well. Oh, Godric. You confuse her, at times.]

[Would you want him any other way though? A boring Godric would mean a boring life and, well, he's anything but boring. Not soon after the woman is looking over his shoulder at the hat the man started to grin a little.]

's a good old hat. Jus' imagine th' stories it could tell if'n it could talk.

[Why yes he is considering doing something crazy to the hat.]

[It's true. Godric has a habit of keeping Rowena on her toes and she would be rather bored without him to distract her from her constant-studying.]

It's certainly an old hat. It could use a washing. [...Talk? Oh, Godric.]

Isn't that your hat? Surely you know the stories just as well.

Aye. It is my hat- though th' stories would come from a different perspective than I could tell. Not t' mention I found it on th' side of the road so...

[Turning his head around to give Rowena a roguish smile the man near cackled as he looked back at the old, dirty, quite possibly smelly hat. The poor thing had been stitched up so many times repairing it that it was quite literally on it's last leg.

Brandishing his wand the man gave it a little twirl before looking back to the hat. Oh yeah. Seriously thinking of making the hat talk.]

...On the side of the road? [Rowena is mildly horrified. He's been wearing a discarded hat for all of this time?]

[Well, there's no stopping him, is there?] Will you at least be sure that you use the proper charm?

[Why is she looking at him like that for? He'd made sure it wasn't jinxed or anything before he picked it up. Perhaps that's why he looked the most boggled out of either of them.]

It was raining. I needed a hat and there it was. Have I ever been one t' pass by opportunity an' not take a chance? [And the hat had been with him for how many years now? Way to many to count.

With the question of using the proper charm Godric made a face close to a child's that was having the dirt brushed off it by his mother. Though the man did pause long enough as it he was considering not doing it.]

Tell me, Rowena. Have ya ever considered that once we're gone how th' school will get the students in t' their houses?

Well, no, but you mean to tell me you had no idea where that hat had been before you took it? [It being cursed was one of Rowena's last worries. How dirty it was managed to keep her distracted.[

...Admittedly I have not put much thought in it. It depresses me. I suppose we would appoint someone to take our place...

[Oh it was a belly laugh that Gryffindor managed up that caused the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes to show. He always had a merry laugh no matter what the situation or so it seemed.]

No idea. Twas only me an' th' hat on the road, in the middle of a downpour. It needed a head and I needed a hat. It was a perfectly good agreement. [Of course he had washed it then patched it up when the storm was over. But still- the hat had a history!]

One person cannot easily begin t' tell a potential student where they are going. No one knows what we look for better than us. [Twirling his wand between his fingers the man soon started to grin again. Oh so many ideas- thus the reason he glanced towards that hat again...]

[His laughter is infectious. Rowena's face softens and she allows herself to get over the dirty hat.]

What are you proposing?

[Oh it was only a little dirty in his eyes. It had been washed since he had found it a couple of times and considering the trouble that Godric often found it could have been far worse off. Reaching out he tried to straighten its point only to watch it fall over a few seconds later.]

What knows a person better than their own hat? It knows th' way it's supposed to fit, how t' sit just right t' the owner... Wouldn't be so hard as th' four of us t' charm it.

Ah, but a hat is not sentient. It fits out of habit, and sits after being adjusted. It does not know your heart's desires.

But yet its th' most loyal of a companion outside of a witch or wizard's wand. They develop character over th' years, people know a person some times by their hat alone.

[They could do this. Seriously. All it would take is a charm, incantation, or something greater and... Looking back up at Rowena with wheels working behind blue eyes Godric gestured towards the hat.]

What better t' help sort students than something that will have no bias. Pieces of us, yes, but not partial t' any House over another.