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Godric Gryffindor 
“Slytherin scoundrel!” Godric blasted quite suddenly, sword drawn in a flash and pointing challengingly in her direction. How dare she (Isla) think to address him when she served a different colour. “Speak not as if you understand the inner workings of the noble house of Gryffindor! What do you in all your cowardice and selfishness know of bravery and chivalry?” Nothing, she knew nothing and would do well not to further anger him with her ignorance.
“It’s out here.” He stressed to the Ravenclaw (Chloe). “Look carefully. Have you checked the floors? I’ll give you a hand.” He was ignoring the Headmaster who was trying to lead the students elsewhere. In fact.
“I am Headmaster now, girl.” Another Slytherin (Jillian). Was there no end to their disrespect? “We will continue the search here. Find my portrait then head to dinner. There’s no need for a wild goose chase. I’ve told you where it is.”
His expression softened when one of his own (Phoebe) spoke. She could address him. “Ah but the hiding place is quite marvellous. Out in plain sight. It’s the last place anyone would think to look.” On his way in, he’d heard talk or offices and common rooms. “If everyone is busy looking in the usual places, everyone ignores the obvious.” He turned to the lot of them again. “So carry on searching. You’ll find them.” If anyone was paying enough attention they would notice Gryffindor hadn’t moved from the exit by even an inch.
Isla had seen Gryffindor's sword in photographs. She'd seen the sword in school books. She'd even cast a glance at
the actual sword as it rested peacefully in Gryffindor's holster.
But NEVER had she seen it so up close and personal, though, as she was doing right this very moment. Uhhh...this was just one big ole bag of NOPE. He could slaughter her with only one swipe of that thing, and she knew he'd done it before. Just...you know...to
someone else.
She darted backward and dashed into the thick of the group. Yes, as a matter of fact, she did know a bit about Gryffindors. Her father had been a Gryffindor during his time at Hogwarts, but that was just a thought she kept to herself. Somebody else could deal with Gryffindor for a second or two. He actually seemed...serious about the whereabouts of his portrait, but Isla still didn't trust him. She'd trust Slytherin in a room full of unarmed muggleborns before she'd trust Gryffindor right now.
She thought about taking a run for it, but Gryffindor was guarding the exit like his life depended on it. She was still sticking to the thought that this was all a trick. There was no way Gryffindor really wanted to lead them to finding his portrait. The only thing she could see helping them right now would be to have someone come up with a really good plan to get that sword away from Gryffindor. She didn't know much about the REAL Gryffindor, but this portrait Gryffindor seemed powerless without that sword.