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Salazar Slytherin sighed. He knew that he shouldn't be mad at the others, but he was. They had chosen to let mudbloods into his school. It appeared that he was the only one who knew that they were nosy, worthless, good-for-nothing pretenders. Mudbloods didn't know a thing about their powers, and he wanted to keep it that way.
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Meanwhile, while Slytherin was in the Hogwarts' dungeons, the other three founders were sitting in a corner of the Great Hall.
Godric Gryffindor smiled. "Now that we have Hogwarts, our magnificent castle, built, I suggest we decide how we will teach our students."
Helga Hufflepuff piped up. Her squeaky voice said, "How many will we teach?" Before the last word escaped her mouth, the fourth founder, a brainy, know-it-all, spoke up.
"We should scour the country, looking for someone just like us, and we'll teach them!" Rowena Ravenclaw said, looking like she had just one the Greek Olympics.
A new voice sounded. "Only one problem, dear. What if the people 'just like us' are Muggles?" This voice had a very oily tone to it, and it sounded much like a rattlesnake's hissing.
"Salazar, we all know that you don't, erm, approve of us letting half-bloods and muggle-borns into our school. But, if we must argue, I would like to make this point. Some of the most wonderful wizards and witches I know have come from Muggle families. In fact, my young neighbor is doing wonderfully. She is making sparks come from her wand already, and she is only ten years old. Much more, her mother is a Muggle." Godric Gryffindor smiled again, and looked across the room at the tall, dark figure that emerged from the corner.
"So I suppose that that girl is the one you wish to teach?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
A tiny, squeaky voice spoke up. "What is her name?"
"Rachel Madaren."
Ravenclaw spoke next. "You really should go owl her and tell her the good news." Catching the look in Gryffindor's eyes, she added, "Don't worry. I'll make sure that Salazar doesn't try any funny business while you're gone."
Slytherin growled. The only person who could control him was Gryffindor. He'll show that woman. He raised his wand and muttered, "Serpensortia."
Ravenclaw gasped at what she saw. A long, dark, cobra was inching its way towards her.
Slytherin smiled to himself. His plan had worked. He hissed a few words, sending the snake out of the castle. "Remember this moment, my dear ladies. Never try to control Salazar Slytherin while he has his wand." He thought for a minute, studying the shocked faces of his fellow founders. "So, Godric was right. You two didn't know I was a parseltongue, now did you?" He smirked as Hufflepuff fainted.
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"Helga! Helga, wake up!"
"Let her be. So she's afraid of parseltongue. It doesn't affect me."
"Salazar!"
"Sorry, Godric. I didn't know you fancied her."
"I don't. Now quit being so rude. The poor dear was terribly frightened, wasn't she, Rowena?"
"Yes, Godric."
Hufflepuff suddenly stirred. "What's going on, Godric?"
"You fainted. Come, now. Up you go." He lifted her up with one hand.
"Thank you," she mumbled, before sitting down once more.
"I would take it kindly if you would join us, Salazar."
Slytherin was muttering to himself, but pointed his wand across the room and shouted, "Accio chair!" A fourth chair zoomed toward him and he sat down.
Hufflepuff, still in a slight daze, asked, "Has anyone else decided on a student?"
The oily voice of Slytherin spoke. "I have. I've been thinking, and I have decided on Michelle Alexia Brandberg. She's a relative of mine. Something like a fourth cousin, twice removed. I know for a fact that her blood is as pure as the water we drink."
Ravenclaw snorted. She thought to herself, "Our water comes from the lake with that giant squid. I'm surprised we haven't yet poisoned ourselves with all the bacteria from that monstrous creature."
Gryffindor seemed to have read her thoughts, and said, "That's enough, Rowena."
She opened her mouth to retaliate, but thought better of it. Instead it was Hufflepuff who spoke. "I've heard of that girl. I would say something about her, but it would be rather rude." She glared at Slytherin and received an equally deadly glare in return. "I have chosen my student also. I dated her father when I was younger. Her name is Sidra Haag. She's a very nice girl, and she seems a lot like myself."
"Now that I'm the only one left, I might as well tell you who I have chosen." Ravenclaw looked around at Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. "My student is also a girl, and, like Godric's, she's a half blood. Her father is a muggle, and one of my best friends. Her mother is from a long line of witches and wizards. This girl's name is Hazel Johnson. I think she represents one of the best qualities in witches. She knows and wants to know more than anyone else."
Gryffindor spoke up. "Well, if you three are done trying to be the best, I would suggest that you send your owls right away. Rachel is going to arrive bright and early tomorrow morning.
Gryffindor smiled to himself as the three walked briskly away from him, silent as stone.
A/N: How did you like it? Please tell me in a review. I love getting them, but it often seems like no one is even reading my stories. Also, I'm sorry if the spacing is a bit off. I'm trying my best to format it after uploading it, but it gets awfully annoying after the fourth or fifth time I've done it. So, please don't comment on that.
These characters are from the application for the story that I posted. I tried my best to describe them accurately. I'm sorry if your character isn't how you pictured her. And I'm awfully sorry to the readers for having no male students. I said I'd pick the first for each house, and the first ones were girls. Once again, you have my apologies.