Yo, I've decided to write a new story. I know, I know. I got my other story to worry about but don't you worry. I'm getting on it. Now if you please, leave a message (good or bad) and please ignore my mistakes. I'm to anxious to get this out to wait for my beta to read. Hehe.

Another cool autumn day has come. I could practically feel the sun baring down on my skin, the wind blowing my hair this way and that. I normally would have shied away from these frivolous thoughts but today I welcomed them. Today will bring new guests. I hate guests. My father assures me that this meeting shouldn't bore me out of my mind. Our supposed acquaintances have a son my age. Bloody brilliant. Now I have to actually seem interested when the baboon talks. My mother assures me that he's a nice handsome bloke. Right. Handsomely stupid she means.

As I sit in our more comfortable chairs I can't help but feel the all to familiar feeling of dread of meeting new people. Meeting people makes me all nervous and clammy. Not feelings that I'm overjoyed to have. Ahh, I hear the firm knocks on the door and stiffen up more. I don't do this on purpose. It's a reflex.

As my mother absentmindedly dusts off the non-existent dust off her dress my father hurriedly opens the door. I apparently am the only on surprised as a low bass voice asked, "What, Salazar? Got no servants ready to greet us?"

I heard my father's soprano laugh before hearing him say, "Why should my servants have the pleasure of seeing you first while I haven't seen you for years? It just wouldn't be fair to me."

There was a pause before, "Good thinking old man. Good point." Then there was a chorus of laughter between the two men.

I wasn't sure to either relax because the man seemed to have at a tiny slice of humor or to tense up more because he seemed to be the talkative type. I did neither except get up with my mother to greet our guests. The first impression of the guests was that they were light haired. My second was that they were all smiles.

Please God don't make me gag. Oops, I already did.

My mother elbowed me and gave me a harsh sidelong glance before turning back with a brilliant hostess smile. I ignored her and everyone else. Since I've never seen these people before in my life I doubted I'll ever se them again. So why I ask, should I care how I act around them? Apparently by the looks both my parents gave me when introduced, I merely nodded, I was supposed to.

Whoop-dee-do for them.

My father invited them in after introductions. I wasn't paying attention so when I felt my shoulder being I looked back and saw a teen my age scowling at me. The parents were ahead and I didn't feel like staying with them, so me ant eh imbecilic teen were behind them. They would see nothing.

I pushed him back and asked, " What was that for?"

"That was for being impolite and for ignoring us." The teen said angrily.

I gave him a quick once over and asked, "And what do you call this? A polite greeting to a host?"

Color rocketed to his cheeks, neck and ears. I found it fascinated that I could make this brawny idiot blush. He coughed, ran his hand behind his neck and gave me a goofy apologetic smile. "Sorry. Sometimes I act before I think."

I was going to say something witty when I heard his fathers low voice asked, "Godric what did you do now?"

His face went a brilliant shade of red that I thought quite goofy on him. He lowered his eyes to the ground and murmured, "Nothing."

I saw his father heave an exasperated sigh before saying, "Teenagers." And off were the parents on the topic of Godric and me.

I looked over toward him and was opening my mouth to say something when he quickly mumbled, "Sorry," and sat by his parents on a stuffy chair I never liked. I felt bereft by his abruptness but did nothing but stand there like the outsider I was.

I gave him another once over but more slowly this time. The boy's hair had to be either described as light brown or dark blonde. He was, when he stood by me, a head taller than me. That is not to say that I'm short by any means. It just means he's a giant by regular standards. He was very brawny for our age. He had a thick neck with a hint of sunburn on the back to suggest he liked the out doors. By his composure (or should I say the lack-thereof) I could tell he definitely had an energy problem. Too much of it, I guess.

I vaguely heard my father's voice call me but when I heard a boot hit by my side did I jump a mile high and I finally comprehended he wanted to talk to me. "Salazar, I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes! Now stop being rude and stop analyzing Godric and get over here."

I tried to get my heartbeat back to a regular pace but my father started to get his other boot and I hurriedly scurried over to seat by my mother. I felt more than heard Godric's snicker. I threw him a reproachful look but he wasn't looking at me but at our fathers.

It peeved me a bit but I ignored the feeling. Actually I ignored everything until I heard the words "tutor, Salazar, and Godric" used in one sentence.

I snapped my head toward my father and asked incredulously, "What?"

My father smiled and said, "I finally see we've got your attention, Salazar."

I opened my mouth to say something when I saw Godric smirk but decided to shut my mouth. I already looked like a fool twice; I didn't fell like being the fool thrice.

I saw my father raise his eyebrows but he said nothing but "I see that you heard some part of what I said so I shall repeat myself."

I really wanted to smart back but one glance at Godric and my mouth was glued shut.

"Okay," my father began, "now that I got your attention I'll tell you what me and Marcus have agreed upon."

Marcus continued as if they did this everyday, "Okay, lads, we have been talking," No way, "and we've agreed upon an agreement."

This scheme has me probably tutoring young Godric. Great. I have to spend more time with this gargantuan oaf. By the look on Godric's face my last thought, more or less, was on his mind. Goodness. He could think. Must be a new exciting new thing for him.

I must have been making a face again because mother slapped my arm again. Inconspicuous, of course, but still.

Father went on as if mother didn't do a thing, but than again, he really wasn't perceptive. "Now we've agreed that since the Gryffindor's well be living here soon that Salazar should help Godric with his studies."

I know it was arrogant of me but I couldn't for the life of me suppress a smirk directed at Godric. He looked sour but our expressions switched after what his father told us.

"And Godric will help Salazar if the more physical activities."

How diplomatic of him to phrase it like that.

When you first look at me you think that all I would do was read or write. On the most part, you would be correct. I really didn't like going outside. But that didn't mean I hated it. I just rather not go.

As I stared at Marcus I turned my shocked expression on father and said very bluntly, "I don't need to be taught by this imbecilic moron. I got my wand and that is all I ever shall need."

I heard Godric snicker and then, "That was redundant ye know?"

I gawked at him. He actually knew a big word and he knew how to use it.

He put his head on top of his hand (his elbows were on his knees) and said mockingly, "And I doubt ye have a wand at all."

As smart as I am it took me awhile to interpret his lewd remark. Once it registered though I felt heat roll all across my face. I ground my teeth. The bloody bastard made me blush. That never happens.

"Well, if were going to be on the topic of wands then I should tell you my wand is very long." Why my remark got the disapproval from both parents baffled me. Even though I was equally lewd, it was true.

Godric gave me a triumphant smirk but I ignored that and merely rolled my eyes. I got up suddenly and went toward the door. I heard my father get up but turned around before he could get a hold of me. I put on my infamous "bored" face my parents always tell me about and said, "Excuse me, fine sir and madam but I have business to attend to. I hope you have a nice evening with my parents." I bowed and left before I heard what they and my parents said.

That oaf of a boy was annoying and I didn't know how long I could stand him before throttling him. Granted, he would most likely win but that didn't mean I couldn't give him a couple of wounds.

Once I was outside my home I didn't know what to do. I just stood there for a minute pondering what to dot when I heard the door open. I sighed and turned around to face my father. Except, it wasn't my father at the door. My mouth lay open a few more seconds than necessary but I quickly closed it. I glared and asked, "What do you want?" Godric gave me a ruthless smile before saying, "To punch you."

I was taken aback. I really wasn't expecting that answer.

A/N: Forgot to mention. I don't own the Gryffindors or Slytherins. I just own my theme and outline of this story. Thank you.