Nicotine (Godric)

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Godric was paranoid. Just not the same way as Eliza was. He was always worried people were after him, such as the gaggle of girls that had become his fan club, but that was only of those nameless faces that didn't talk to him and simply followed him around. Once you gave your name to Godric, he was fairly trusting. So he was paranoid, yet he trusted people. An odd combination, but Godric rocked that combination, even though his trusting side did tend to get him in some trouble. Alright, a lot of trouble. But, once betrayed, he wouldn't trust anyone, probably ever again. He actually didn't believe much in second chances, especially depending on the betrayal. If Salazar came back before he died and after their duel, Godric wouldn't trust him, but he could still be his friend, and tell him how he missed their fights and pulling a prank or two on the man.

"Well, maybe when you get to trusting me, it won't be as hard. You don't have to seem strong in front of me. I already know, no matter what you do or say, you are strong... for a woman," Godric said, smiling when he added the last part. He actually was just teasing her about the woman part, though he did believe she was extremely strong for a woman, and if pressured enough, may, just may, admit that she was stronger than most men he met as well.

Godric rubbed the back of his neck again nervously. Godric Gryffindor, Mr. Brave and Confident, had become nervous because of a woman! Sal would get a kick out of this. Rowena and Helga would too. Though Helga would hide it, because she'd be worried it would hurt his feelings if she laughed at him. Though, knowing her self-control on such matters, she would probably laugh anyways.

"Asking out is the proposal to become..." Godric quickly pulled a small reference book from his jacket pocket (right now he was wearing casual clothes, a white shirt, jeans, and a nice blue jean jacket) and quickly flipped to the back, making sure he had the correct terms, "Boyfriend and Girlfriend, correct? A relationship in which one tests out if the other is indeed their significant other, yes?" He tucked the book back and smiled at Eliza, hoping that he had gotten it right. After all he had gotten wrong, getting something like this wrong was bound to happen.

[Elizabeta Anne Beilschmidt]

She hadn't been paranoid as a little child; she could remember a time, when she was still a young girl, when she would speak to anyone that looked vaguely interesting. As she grew and realized that most people weren't trustworthy, though, she began to suppress her natural instinct to talk to whoever crossed her path until she got to the point of only talking to people that spoke to her first unless circumstances forced her to initiate conversation. It was a good way to keep herself out of trouble, when saying the wrong things to the wrong person could get you hurt or killed. Honestly, she wondered how Harry had managed to not get himself killed when placed in the same position she knew so well; he didn't have the lifetime of conditioning that occasionally benefitted Eliza. He seemed to just be abnormally lucky.

"Perhaps," she agreed with a soft laugh. "And I think I should say thank you...? Maybe?"

She was joking, of course. She knew that it was a high compliment from Godric; she just enjoyed teasing people. She didn't get tohve fun very often, and so tended to be easily amused. She could remember, for example, being endlessly fascinated by the routine flying drills that Viktor had to do for Quidditch. He had looked at her like she was crazy when she commented on it later that day.

"Ja, that's what it is," she confirmed, laughing a little. A reference book. He was carrying a reference book. She would never cease to find that funny.

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

While Gryff had admittedly not faced as much as she had, he had gotten in a lot of trouble. Outlaws, chased by the people. It wasn't the easiest choice he had made in his life, but he trusted people, got betrayed, didn't trust them again, got out of it. He had something that those chasing him didn't and it wasn't magic. It was extremely good luck. Or something like that. He dared, he stood up to those he believed to be wrong, and if he died, then he died. He didn't mind dying. People did it everyday, but Godric wanted to go out fighting. He didn't want to get sick and die like everyone else, so he took risks, and dared, his instincts insisting on him living, but sometimes... he actually wanted to die, usually a subconscious wish, but it was still there.

"Yes, yes you should," Godric said with a hearty laugh.

Godric wasn't the best at complimenting woman in this world. He could easily charm Rowena or Helga, because they were the type of woman he was used to. But Eliza was a very different sort of woman. She wanted to do things meant for a man, even in this world. She was tough. She went through a lot, and she wasn't some crying mess, or anything like that. He thought very highly of her, even if he might not sound like it sometimes.

"Alright then. That is exactly what I would like to do," Godric said with a smile, "Would you like to..." Tempted to take out the book again, he forced the temptation away, and hoped that he was using the right terminology, because relying on the book would not turn out well, and he needed to wean himself off of it eventually, "Date me?"

[Elizabeta Anne Beilschmidt]

She sometimes thought that maybe it would be easier if she was dead; at the very least, it sounded like a nice chance to finally get some rest, but she had a lot to do before she was ready to just lay down and die. Her whole issue with dying was that it was easy. She'd never taken the easy route a day in her life; she did what was right. Her life would have been easier if she'd ducked her head, gone to a school in East Germany and never involved herself with Harry Potter and his insanity, but then she would have been a coward, and that was worse than dying. She'd never take back her decision to go to school in England, no matter how much trouble it caused her.

"Then danke," she thanked him with a laugh.

She got the feeling that Godric still wasn't totally sure about how to deal with women in this time. Even the most feminine of them, like Juliette who had most certainly earned her moniker of "the Imperious," were rather....hardheaded and domineering at times. Eliza was no exception. She was stubborn enough to give a mule a headache; at least, that's what her mother used to say. Personally, Eliza liked to think of herself as endearingly driven, even though she knew well her own mulishness.

"Ja, I would," she agreed with a little smile.