Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling! I own nothing, I am not making profit of this! I'm just borrowing the plot and twisting some of my ideas in. Having fun, ya'know.

Chapter One: Weekly Chats.

Godric took a sip of his Mead, giving a small smile, he had spent the last 20 minutes sitting silently at a table of the local pub in Godric's Hollow listening to his friends bicker. Every couple of nights, himself and his three closest friends would meet up for a chat, just to keep up on things, since they were all very busy with their jobs. Putting his glass down, he saw past Rowena's head that Salazar had just walked inside the pub, he chuckled and raised his hand, signaling him over, if he hadn't, he was positive Salazar would've saw Rowena and Helga arguing, and turned to leave before seen.

Salazar sighed, walking over and taking his normal seat next to Godric, "Again?" he asked, nodding to Rowena and Helga, Godric laughed and signaled for the owner of the pub to bring another glass of Mead over,

"Yes, again, this time it's about Charms, however. I stopped listening after the first 5 minutes, but from what I've heard, Rowena believes Charms takes more talent than Transfiguration." He said with a raised eyebrow at Salazar.

Salazar shook his head, taking the glass being handed to him, "You women fight about anything," Salazar scoffed, taking a drink of his Mead. This got both Rowena and Helga's attention, and they both stopped arguing to turn on Salazar,

"Us Women? If I remember correctly, you and Godric have fights about much more idiotic things," Rowena retaliated, rolling her eyes,

"Indeed! Like that one night, remember Rowena? Godric and Salazar had one too many bottles of Mead, and began hexing one another.." Helga said with a smirk.

Godric coughed on his Mead and laughed, "Darn it, Sal! You got them on us now!"

Salazar rolled his eyes and attempted to ignore the women by ordering himself some food.

"On another note, ladies, Sal, how've you guys been? We missed our last chat because I couldn't get out of work, so it's been over a week, I'm sure you guys have had many things happen?" Godric asked, finishing up his last sip of Mead, and flashing a smile at Helga, he'd never let the woman know, but he had always had somewhat of a 'crush' if you would on her.

Helga smiled back at him, giving a light blush, "Oh, I've been not doing much, except cooking, actually things have been a bit slow at my Shop." She said with a sigh, Helga when she had turned 18, inherited an old shop from her Grandmother, who baked sweets, and since then she had been cooking, she loved the art, as she saw it, and she was damn good at it.

Rowena shrugged at the two, sitting back in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose, "What can I say? I teach foreign children Transfiguration, it's a shame if you want to learn you need to hire tutors for Magic, yeah? And we all know Beauxbaton's is an exclusive school." She said with a sigh.

Godric nodded, he knew what she meant, he taught Defensive spells and Transfiguration to children as well, and as Professors who did Home-School, they had to apparate between appointments, sometimes apparating as far as Germany. Snapping out of his thoughts, he turned his attention to Salazar, whom was just as quite as ever, "And you, Sal?"

Salazar listened to the complaints everyone had about their work, and sighed, he couldn't complain, "I don't have a job anymore." He said plain as day, not a care about it.

Everyone blinked at him, with their mouths open slightly, Salazar had been fired from more jobs than they could all count with their fingers. It was Rowena who made the first noise, a chuckle, "What did you do now, Sal? Hex your boss?"

Salazar glared at Rowena, "Actually, no, I hexed a fellow worker." He stated with a smirk.

Godric, Helga, and Rowena all sighed, then began laughing, followed in by Salazar, "Sal, what're we going to do with you?" Godric asked, patting his back.

Salazar raised an eyebrow, and gave a shrug, "It's not like I need a job, nor do you three, we're a couple of the wealthiest in the England Wizarding World," and it was true, they all four were, with that, the owner of the pub handed them all their plates, and walked away,

After a very well cooked meal, they all sat in content silence, each one thinking about various things, it was Godric to say something first, "Have you all heard about that new Lake they built near the Forbidden Forest?"

"You mean that Forest in Scotland?" Rowena asked, raising an eyebrow, wondering why Godric had brought that up.

Godric nodded in reply, "I heard they're selling that land up there. Lots of charms imbued in the lands to prevent Muggles from seeing it."

Salazar put down his third glass of Mead, and looked at his old friend, "What're you getting on about, Godric?"

Godric chuckled, "Well, I was thinking, we either hate our jobs, can't keep a job, or work is slow enough where we can hire help, why not build our own company? Or something along those lines, 'eh?" he asked, looking at Rowena, hoping she had caught onto his drift.

Rowena raised an eyebrow, "Or a School?" she asked with a smirk.

Salazar coughed up his last bite of food, "A school? Why in Merlin's beard would we want to make a school?"

Helga sat back silent, she was intrigued by the idea, and it was true, she could hire two or three helpers to take care of the shop.

Godric patted Sal's back and nodded, "A School! It's perfect, a school which accepts anybody of Wizarding descendent! Children can finally have somewhere they can go to learn, whether they're too poor for tutors! Or.." Godric stopped in mid-sentence, thinking about everything, "It's a good idea, isn't it?"

Rowena, Helga, Salazar, and Godric all four looked from one another, minutes of silence went by, all thinking about all the work that would need to be done.

"I can build the Castle with Charms." Helga finally said.

"I can Transfigure anything we need, and enchant the Castle." Rowena claimed.

Godric nodded at the two, then all three turned their attention to Salazar, "We can split the cost for everything, four ways. What do you say, Sal?" Godric asked.

Salazar stared at his three closest friends, blinking, then sighing, he couldn't say no, it was a good idea, "Let's do it."