Belle’s various personas as each of the Hogwarts House Founders
gryffindor- the adventurer
hufflepuff- lady belle
ravenclaw- the librarian
Happy that she still seemed happy, he put off the thought that he had disappointed her. Baelfire seemed glad, though obviously nowhere near the princess’ excitement. He would have to find a way to make Bae feel at home here, his own sanctuary in this large estate.
"Ah…I was thinking, that you could pick out what room suits you better in the east wing" he explained, not daring to look at her. "It would give you more privacy, and you would have the library closer to you" he added, knowing she most likely would love that. "As for Bae and me, I was thinking we could move into the west wing, perhaps in rooms next to each other?" he asked Bae, still wanting to be close to protect his son, even though no man or beast would be able to make its way through the dark one’s castle.
As Belle listened to his words, her lip started trembling and her throat felt dry. What she really heard was that Rumplestiltskin wanted her as far from her as possible. Or had he not earlier said that the west wing was forbidden?
Belle didn’t feel comfortable, sleeping on her own in her own part of the castle, even if it was close to the library. After she had left her father’s palace, she had not slept on her own, and while the idea was bearable that Rumplestiltskin and Baelfire would sleep one room away, it wasn’t okay to know they’d sleep minutes away from her.
However, remarking on the subject would be rude as well, and she understood that Rumplestiltskin did not want anything to do with her at night. He probably loved a good night’s rest, and she had been keeping him from it.
Ask Belle questions, about any of my threads, or why not send in some Prompts for the Hogwarts AU?
I currently have too many prompts for the Yule Ball (like I had to delete several because it were simply too many, like 20 or something for one event XD)
Obviously, I would still welcome general prompts. As for the prompts, I can only say: the shorter, the better. I have received several prompts that are stories in themselves, and to which I would not even know what to add because they’re so complete and all I would be doing is paraphrasing. Send me a setup for a story, not the complete plot already. ;-)
So just keep them coming. Why not some prompts related to the 2 weeks of Christmas holiday that Rumple will be spending with Belle? I have a few already, but more is always welcome!
Belle didn’t particularly understand how he was doing it. He was guiding her through a waltz and though they did not move around that much, he was guiding her well enough, showing that he had some sort of experience in the matter.
While she took each of the the three steps that were required with every beat, Rumplestiltskin only took one, sparing his leg from too much stress. But still he seemed to be completely aware of how he needed to guide Belle, and he made her gracefully spin under his arm and pulled her back with so much ease that Belle was truly amazed.
"Where did you learn all this?" she asked breathlessly when the song was over, and Rumplestiltskin smiled, glad she was impressed.
"There’s ehm… One of the people that work at the orphanage…"
Belle raised an eyebrow, not used to him talking about the orphanage at all.
"Most of the little ones go to bed around eight or nine… She often has the night shift, and once they’re asleep, she often watches the telly. She always watches all these dancing programs - classical dancing - and lets me watch them with her. She even taught me some dances herself, saying that I can do anything I set my mind to, even with my limp and everything."
Belle smiled warmly, glad that not all about his life in the orphanage was about solitude.
"Should I be jealous?" she asked teasingly.
Rumplestiltskin chuckled. “Of Angela? Nah, I think there’s no need. She’s in her fifties now. Just a little too old for me.”
Belle laughed softly, giving him a hug before the next dance began, a rather wild jive, and he gulped.
"As for this one… I think it’s one I need to sit out. Jiving with a limp… Not the best idea."
Belle laughed again, joining him as he sat down by their table, noticing how Jefferson looked rather pissed, drinking from a bottle of Butterbeer. Following his gaze, Belle noticed Victor and Red laughing as they were dancing wildly. Where it had been clear that Victor was well-trained in dancing many classical dances, he was making a bit of a fool of himself for dancing the jive with Red, but she seemed to love it, and to Belle it seemed that no one was having more fun than the two of them.
As there was once more a very calm song after this jive, Jefferson moaned, apparently not a big fan of this sort of music.
Rumplestiltskin noticed it as well, and was quick to take Belle to the dance floor again, taking her in his arms as they swayed to the romantic music. When Belle put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, he felt his heart burst from happiness. What more could he ever want?
"I thought so" he replied, offering her a quick smile. He quite wanted to see it as well, he had rumors of there being very rare books of magic and myth that he was interested in finding. Perhaps he would ask Belle to keep an eye for those books, should find them.
The way Baelfire lit up told him it was defiantly the place they needed to visit as soon as possible. “It should be in the east tower, the west wing’s one is forbidden ” he strictly said, knowing that it would no doubt be a great mistake to let his son or Belle into what already was a room where magic gathered. A sorcerer named Merlin had once lived there, and experimented with magic, and made spells and curses, and after he had died, no one had dared to venture up the tower in fear of what magic awaited them. Of course, those were mortals who knew little of the power of magic, he on the other hand, couldn’t wait to look it over and see what he could find in there. But that didn’t mean he would want the others to perhaps fall in danger because of their curiosity…at least not now.
As they walked down the east wing, they found more bedrooms. Though these were not like the servant ones they had found downstairs, no these were much bigger and beautifully decorated, with beds looking softer than anything he had ever seen. Quickly moving along to the stairs that led up to the tower, they began walking up there to find the mess that had been called a library. Dark, with very few windows surrounding them, they could only just make it out. Books were lying everywhere, and made it hard to walk through the room to properly look at it. “Still as amazing as you imagined it, princess?” he asked, turning his head to look at her.
"It’s beautiful!" she replied, completely in awe. She did not mind the books lying here and there, and stepped over them with great care, noticing how the books were lined up against the walls. "These are more books than I’ve seen in a lifetime!"
For someone like Belle, that was quite the statement, and it was no lie either.
Baelfire took some books off the floor and put them on a large table that stood by the side of the room, before he noticed a candelabra with no less than 9 candles and lit it up. This gave them an even better view, and Belle sighed happily. She could see herself sitting in this library for so many hours, with nothing else to want for at all.
"So," Belle suddenly said, figuring that they needed to go to bed soon. "Do we all sleep in the bedrooms below the library? They were some of the nicest I’ve seen in this castle. Or where shall we sleep?"
She figured that the three of them would share rooms very close to one another.
"A kind person?"
He looked and sounded skeptical, his eyebrow raised as he gazed back at her. “I… I’ve never considered myself a kind—”
He cut off as Ruby returned with their drinks, looking curiously at the way Belle was touching Gold’s hand. “Here ya go,” she chirped, sliding the glasses onto the table. “Two iced teas. The burgers’ll be out soon.”
Belle thanked Ruby, then immediately focused on the conversation again as she walked away. “Yes, kind,” she repeated. “Or is this something a mean person would do? Take his caretaker out for burgers and a movie? I don’t think so.”