Rowena had been convinced that all this had been an elaborate ruse set up by Godric simple because she had chosen to focus on creative a comprehensive rubric for their potential students and he had called her a damn stick in the mud. At least, that was her thought when she awoke in that floating boat. But when she'd been ushered from place to place, she began to wonder...

Even Gryffindor couldn't begin to plot something this elaborate.

She stuck to the sides, eyes watching along the merriment for something amiss. There had to be a way home, a way out. Had she been kidnapped? She hadn't been approached to demand ransom from her House nor her friends. No one had even mentioned Salazar, Helga, nor Godric yet. She missed her friends already and was just on the cusp of not hexing Godric's bollocks to the four corners.