Why You Should Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon
Blues covered the skies, there were no clouds in sight, and Godric was leading Salazar out of the castle.
"Sal, you never get outside anymore."
"Well, I was trying to work on the castle, which you seem to be ignoring." Salazar had a pointed stare in Godric's general direction.
"The castle can wait, it's summer, it's actually warm out, and I'll work on it in autumn." Godric waved his arms around in the direction of the pleasant weather.
"The school is opening in autumn Godric," Salazar gave Godric a cool glare, "which you seem to have forgotten."
"I know the school is opening in autumn, Sal, but it's one day of the summer, and likely the nicest day of it."
"Alright, what will we do in the forest? Dueling?"
"Would you rather use Legilimency? Because you know how that makes everybody uncomfortable." Godric wiggled his fingers at his temples, "When you mess with people's minds."
"Fine, we'll take a walk." Salazar disdained walking; he believed that walking was far too silly when one could apparate, but walking with a friend was an entirely different story.
As Salazar and Godric walked through what eventually would become the Forbidden Forest, leaving the unfinished castle behind.
"I still don't think Mudbloods should be let in." Salazar muttered to Godric, bringing up the topic that so often ailed their conversations.
"Next you'll be saying Half-Bloods, or even those who have three-quarters wizard in them can't perform magic at our school." Godric pushed a branch out of the way.
"Is that so wrong, Godric? Those with pure blood are far more likely to be better witches and wizards." Salazar shoved the branch aside, following after Godric, ready to debate.
"If you just cared about the quality of wizardry, hardly any purebloods would be left for our school either. Look at squibs; they can be born to a Pureblood family."
"Now wait just a minute—" Salazar threw out his arm to block Godric from moving forward and into the large draconian figure that blocked their path. A grin played itself upon Godric's face. Salazar seeing his thoughts, without the help of Legilimency, cried out: "No. No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not," he crossed his arms, which was mistake number one. Godric no longer had a blockade from the snoozing dragon. It's blackish-green scales and knife-like talons gleamed dangerously.
"It's on our land, Sal. Our land that is about to become a school." Godric spoke hoarsely behind a cupped hand.
"It's sleeping and will probably leave. Currently however, we are supposed to be building a Room of Requirements, because Rowena decided that would be a good idea. Yet here we are. Do you know what would happen if the girls found out we were here instead of working on the castle?" This was Salazar's second mistake; while he was rambling on Godric crept toward the sleeping dragon. Pulling out his sword, Godric attempted to scare the dragon off. With a flick of his wrist he swiped across the dragon's side, causing it to let out a hiss that sounded remarkably like a giggle.
"Sal, I do believe that it's being tickled by this!" Godric turned around just in time to see Salazar's face drop as the serpentine tail swept the forest floor.
"Jump you fool!" Salazar yelled to his friend, this was his third mistake. While Godric managed to leap out of the way of the tail, Salazar was far too distracted trying to save one of his best friends a mighty blow.
After having to apparate back to castle with a limping Salazar, Godric smiled at him apologetically. Salazar only shook his head at his impetuous friend. Once they reached the girls of the castle, and they had told their tale, Rowena rolled her eyes at Godric as she healed Salazar's leg, and Helga snickered furiously.
"We really should make this our motto."