I liked Godric. He seemed kind, and honest, and brave. But I wouldn't let him pass so quickly. I would stay at his house for a week and get to know him more. I continued playing the melody that Godric seemed to love. After a while, I realized Godric wasn't standing next to me anymore. I followed a wonderful aroma that lead to the kitchen. There I saw Godric cooking a Western Style Omelet; my favorite! He blushed when I walked in and then continued creating the omelet. He quickly waved his arms and it completed itself and he looked as he just forgot that magic existed.