Salazar knew he couldn't go to Helga or Godric for something like this, they'd end up questioning him and getting him in trouble. Luckily, he knew Rowena had some kind of fondness for him, he would only have to ask and she would most likely agree. He often would use this to his advantage. He stood besides the door, leaning against the frame as he waited.<br/><br/>"As much as I enjoy this waiting game, I'm in sort of a hurry." He announced, standing up straight when she finally opened the door.<br/><br/>When the girl opened the door he entered, striding into the room as if it were his own and standing in the middle, looking around. Hmm, very neat. He walked up to her desk, picking up one of the books that lay on the side and flicking through the pages. She did love her potion making - they had that in common. Though he doubted she would share his passion for the dark arts.<br/><br/>"You've had a spring cleaning." He pointed out, gesturing to the clean room. "I don't suppose you stumbled across any Knotgrass whilst you were tidying up?" He asked, tilting his head and looking at his friend. Dark eyes flickered to her rack of ingredients, inspecting each one as he searched for what he needed. Though he wasn't next to the rack, it was probably obvious he was already looking for what he came for without her having a chance to answer.