A table in the back.

"Now Godric no need to be flirting with every lady who breaths." Salazar said smirking.

Rowena smacked Godric's arm then turned to Salazar. "Something wrong Salazar?" She asked with a glare.

"Now my dear Sally. He who has the ability to make a woman change color without using magic, should honor this skill and use it." Gpdroc replied, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Nothing is wrong my dear Rowena." Salazar said placing his arm behind her so it rested on the back of her chair. "I have that ability Godric." He said glaring.

"I think you are confusing the redness of a blush with the redness of anger, my dear friend." Godric chuckled. He placed his hands on the table, as he stared at Rowena, and then at Salazar.

Salazar glared at Godric. "I made Rowena blush just the other day! Right Rowena?"

Godric expectantly looked at Rowena, waiting for her to answer. His eyes were calm and bright, as he ook a sip of the drink he had just ordered.

"Sal, do you always need a woman's confirmation? I think you could tell if she blushed or not, no need for her to vouch for that. Low self-esteem, eh?"

Rowena laughed unable to answer the question. Truthfully she had forgotten. No wonder people called her the crazy one.

Salazar paled as he realized he was completely alone.

"Sal, are you okay?" Godric asked, summoning a Firewhiskey. "Drink this, should bring a little life to your face again." He handed Salazar the glass, a smile on his face.

"I'm fine." Salazar said behind clenched teeth. gGrabbing the drink he downed it in one gulp.

Godric's jaw dropped, as he saw steam unleash through Salazar's ears. "That's not my definition of fine, or actially it is. Fine means 'hey you, [raises certain finger]. That's what it means."

Rowena gasped quietly. "Godric." She scolded smacking his arm.

"Yes? I thought we were all adults, my dear." He smirked, as he poked her sides, making her squeal.

"Stop it Godric!" Rowena squealed. When he stopped she deliberately took hos butterbeer and took a sip.

Godric lunged at his beer, hitting hit accidentally and spilling it all over Rowena and himself. A low rumbling laugh rose from inside his chest, as the Butterbeer dripped down his face. Rowena twitched as it ran down her face as well.

Rowena twitched and wiped the sticky substance off her face. "It's in my hair." She stated glaring at Godric menacingly. "MY HAIR GODRIC!"

"No. it's not. Scourgify!" Soap appeared in Rowena's hair. Godric grabbed a towel, rubbed it over her head, and when he was done, it looked the same it had done before the Butterbeer incident.

Rowena ruffled her curly mass a bit more. Flicking her hair so it purposely hit Godric in the face she smiled.

Godric grabbed the curls, and gently placed them behind Rowena's ear. "I figure that was an accident," he said, as he touched her face.

Blushing Rowena nodded unable to speak.

Godric's fingers traced Rowena's jawbone, then curved up to her cheekbones, as he felt the intense heat of her blush on his skin. He felt a blush spreading across his face, as well, as his eyes caught hold of hers. He broke the connection a little too late, before quickly pulling his hand back, using it to fix his own hair.

"I...I'm sorry.."

Rowena caught his chin in her hand. Pulling his face back to look at her shs looked in to his eyes. "It's alright." Rowena said with a slight smile.

Gryffindor felt her fingers on his skin, and it seemed as if he was on fire. He wondered how he wasn't scorching Rowena's hand, as the blush spread across his face.

"I....I..." He muttered, before sighing. Unable to finish his sentence, he leaned back and stared into Rowena's eyes.