A Difference of Opinion
Summary: "How can you call letting muggles into this school keeping up our standards? You're teaching our deepest secrets to the enemies' children!" (Rowena/Salazar)
Disclaimer: I told you – I own nuuuh-tink (apart from le words).
A/N Just a piece about Rowena and Salazar having a little fight. Aww, now ain't that cute?
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"I don't like it, Rowena"
"And I should care because?" she replied, straightening the portrait on the wall of her office. His sudden arrival had not scared her; indeed, she'd half expected it anyway.
"Because you should be agreeing with me"
"Oh, and why exactly is that?"
"Because you're a witch, and you should want to hold up our standards!" he cried from where he stood in the doorway, arms folded and his expression angry.
She sighed, turning towards him and putting a hand on her hip. "I do want to hold up our standards"
"Then let's all bloody well start doing it then!"
"We are!" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air and shooting him a deathly glance, which he returned in full.
"How can you call letting muggles into this school keeping up our standards? You're teaching our deepest secrets to the enemies' children!"
"You see, Salazar," she said with an exasperated sigh, walking over to her desk and sitting on it. "This is where things go wrong. All this talk of enemies…it's driving me insane!"
"But these children…they're not witches or wizards. They don't possess even one drop of magical blood, and yet you and your two little friends—"
"They're your friends too!"
"—insist on teaching them as if they were your own flesh and blood!"
"But don't you see, Salazar?! These children have talent! I don't know why and I don't how, but they do, and yes, I do insist on training it. How we can let something so wonderful go to waste like that?"
"Because they aren't worthy of it!" he cried, stepping into the room. "They aren't worthy of being trained. Not by you, not by me, and not by Helga or Godric either!"
"But why?"
"Because their blood isn't pure!"
She paused for a second, anger written on her face, before sighing and looking up at him, her expression somewhat heated.
"Is that it then? Is that the reason? Are we…are we…" she cast around in her mind for the right word. "Are we…pureblood? Pureblood because we've got magical blood? And anyone who doesn't…what are they? What word do you think would best fit them?"
Her tone was sarcastic, mocking, and she didn't really expect him to reply, but he just smiled, infuriating her further, and took up her offer.
"Mudbloods"
"What?" she asked, her face disbelieving. "What did you just say?"
"I just answered your question, Rowena dearest; muggles have dirty blood – therefore, they shall be called 'mudbloods'"
"You…you…"
"Handsome young thing?"
"Yes, exact– No! Damn you Salazar! Why do you always just…"
"Adore and love you like the sun loves the flower?"
"No, I was going to say 'stick your big ore in where it's not wanted'"
"That's nice," he said, smiling impishly and walking towards her. She just crossed her arm and scowled at him.
"You're just too much, Salazar Slytherin, way too much" she said as he stood in front of her.
"And that's why you love me, isn't it?"
"Yes Salazar," she replied resignedly. "That's why I love you"
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