Ravenclaw's Castle


The milky moon shone high in the sky when Salazar arrived at the fabled old castle.

"What are you doing here, Slytherin?" Rowena asked the intruder when he entered the grand entrance hall. It really was a magnificent building; all swathed in deep blues and silvers—colours of the midnight sky that Rowena seemed to value.

"Godric and I have come to a mutual decision," the snake-tongued wizard told her silkily. "We plan to erect a school of learning; to teach young minds the ways of magic. Helga has agreed to help."

"What do you want from me?" she asked, haughtily.

Salazar allowed his mouth to melt into a charming smile. "But your castle, of course."