A/N: It's been a long while since I've written a fanfiction. Please R&R, and the next chapter will be up shortly.

Godric's eyes wandered across the room, inspecting even the smallest detail. The cool, grey walls of his new office were well made and perfectly straight. Wooden beams supported the ceiling, which covered the circle-shaped room. The distinct smell of oak and stone filled the room, giving it a rural touch.

Godric walked over to the massive, oak desk that filled up most of his office. A red banner was neatly folded on top of it. With a quick whip of his wand, Godric nailed the banner to the wall. A golden lion stared into the room, shaking its massive head.

"That's that." Godric sighed. He knew he wasn't even near unpacking his books yet, but he needed a break. He had been working since 5 o'clock this morning. It had taken him most of the morning to attach the bookshelves to the walls, but he was satisfied with the results. Slowly, he walked over to a cabinet, reaching down for a bottle of Firewhiskey. On his way back to his desk, he grabbed a crystal glass, but before he could pour himself a drink, someone knocked on the door.

He swiftly turned around at the sound, his burgundy robe rustling as he did so. "Godric?" A familiar, female voice asked. "Can I come in?"

"Why do you even ask?" Godric muttered, as a beautiful, dark-haired woman opened the door and stepped in, not awaiting his reply. Her royal blue robe curved around her body, her vivid eyes locked on Godric's face. Rowena Ravenclaw was an astounding woman.

"You were going to let me in, no matter what." She smirked, as she sat down on one of the many boxes that contained Godric's book collection. Just like Godric's eyes had done a few minutes earlier, Rowena's eyes observed the room.

"I have to say. You don't have a bad taste, Gryffindor. Then again, I am comparing you to Salazar, so that means nothing." She smirked at Gryffindor, her long eyelashes hiding her eyes. "I do like the red," she said, pointing at the burgundy curtains. "Salazar's green makes everything look so gloomy."

"I thought you liked green?"

"Not as much as I like blue. And nonetheless, you have a sense of style and a eye for detail."

"Why thank you, my dear Ravenclaw." Godric replied politely. His cheeks turned a little pink, as he tried to evade Rowena's eyes. "Would you care for a drink with me?" He asked her, raising the bottle of Firewhiskey. He summoned another glass, not awaiting her answer, and filled both glasses with the mahogany-colored liquor.

"What year is it?" Rowena asked.

"Nine-oh-seven."

"Hmm… a very good year. Must have been a very expensive bottle."

"Actually, I bought it off of a vendor on Nocturne Alley. Bit of a shady character, but it was a bargain I could not resist." He explained, as he handed her one of the crystal glasses.

'Seven galleons for a premium bottle of Firewhiskey is an incredible offer, even if it was on Nocturne Alley.' Godric thought to himself.

"It still was pretty expensive, I presume. Seeing as it was brewed in rosewood kegs, and it has been made with honey, vanilla and… slight influence of mint." Rowena said, trying to remember all the ingredients of this particular year. "They never use honey anymore..."

His face suddenly twitched as Rowena summed up the composition of his Firewhiskey.

"Wow…" He gawked at Rowena. "You sure do know your lager."

"I normally don't drink Firewhiskey," explained Rowena. "But I make exceptions for exceptional years, like this one."

"So I see." Godric sat himself down into his leather chair, gesturing to Rowena to take a seat as well. Gracefully, she sat herself down upon the edge of his desk, her fingers running over the wooden surface. Her marble hands reached for the glass, as her fingers gently wrapped around it.

"To Hogwarts." Godric toasted, softly knocking his glass into hers. He watched as she took a sip, bringing his glass to his lips again. He watched her left eye twitch, shivering slightly.

"Are you okay?" Godric asked her. "I thought you liked this particular Firewhiskey." His eyes were joking and full of joy, but they quickly filled with horror and confusion.

"I… I don't feel too well." Rowena turned a deadly pale, before her glass fell and splintered into a thousand pieces. The mahogany-colored liquid seemed to scorch the oak floor the moment it made contact.

"Rowena!" Godric ran to her side, catching her falling body. Her eyes were filled with agony. A gurgling noise erupted from her throat, before her complete body turned limb.

Minutes seemed to pass, although it could have not been more than seconds. The scent of scorched wood penetrated the room, bringing Godric back to his senses. The Firewhiskey had been poisoned. Of course, he knew that there were people opposed to the idea of a school for Wiitchcraft and Wizardry, but for them to go this far. Never.

'I need to get help!' Godric lifted Rowena and cradled her against his chest. 'Salazar! He will know what to do.'

Godric ran out the door, Rowena still tightly wrapped in his arms. His fit, young body allowed him to sprint down the stairs, but he doubted he would make it to Slytherin's office in time.

"Just keep breathing. You're going to be okay." Godric whispered, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.