Challenge: Dabble in a drabble
Characters: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff
Note: I don't know exactly how they talked in the 10th Century... so I just did normal text.
Word Count: 561, not including AN.
Laughter.
It was hard to believe there used to be laughter between the four as Salazar glared at Godric, who was glaring back, while Helena and Rowena watched, cautious, but ready to intervene if needed. The only things present were loathing and disbelief.
It was hard to believe that a year ago, the four had been laughing over a joke that Godric had made. Salazar couldn't exactly remember what it had been about. It was as if all joyful memories had been swept away by his current emotions. Hatred. Anger. Disbelief.
Why could they not grasp the concept that Muggleborn students were not to be trusted? How were they to know if the Muggle-born students would reveal the secrets, accidentally or purposely to the Muggle world.
Mudblood.
He had heard that name often at the school, but never used it himself. He'd told students off for it, seeing it as stupidity, and not something he would expect of students in his House. Nevertheless, he was accused of having used the word - even of having encouraged students of using that word.
He remembered the multiple times that two of them would laugh, when the other two would bicker over whose house which student would be placed in. More often than not, it would be him and Godric arguing which house the student would go in.
Salazar could almost hear the echoes.
The hall was silent. No students - they were on holiday, and none of the founders were having their usual conversations or arguments.
Perhaps the Basilik would do it's job. Hopefully, it would not kill all Muggle-born's, but just scare them off. It would be disastrous to have so many wizards killed, even if they were not from pureblood families.
How long had it been since there had been laughter between the four? Since the last school year had begun most probably. No, since Halloween, when the first utter of 'Mudblood' had been heard. Who would have thought one word would cause so much trouble for the Founders?
"Well?" Godric demanded, finally, after a long silence, that seemed to have stretched for centuries, "Are you willing to stop this behaviour start over, Salazar? Or will you leave?"
"Godric. Salazar. You are both being ridiculous," Rowena said, firmly, her dark eyes irritated, "Godric, that is not a reasonable choice to give someone. We need to all sit down and discuss this properly, or this will end in a disaster."
"Rowena, how long are we going to sit down and do nothing," Godric replied, angrily, "Salazar has repeatedly - "
"That is only a suggestion, Godric," Helga, the usually calm, but today, as irritated as Rowena, frowned, "There is no proof."
"And how do you suppose his students began to use that word?!" Godric bellowed, losing his temper.
"Any one of the students could have simply made it up," Salazar intersected, causing Godric's glare hardened even more, obviously not believing him.
"Will you leave or stop this behaviour?" he said.
Salazar looked around, taking in his last memory of the Great Hall. In reply, he turned around and walked out of the hall. There was no word from from the other founders, and the tension still thick around them.
He was sure he could still hear echoes of laughter from the past after him until the door closed, shutting him out forever.
Kind of sad... but, yeah. Not my best... but I don't think my worst either... I think. I don't know.
- a silent inferno
