ahh.. just a quick oneshot. i do support Rowena/Salazar, i think they'd make a good couple with Rowena's smarts and Salazar's ambition. ehh, i don't think i made this fit in very well with the time period, but oh well.
"Three… two… one! Here I come!"
A small child with long, curly black hair called out; turning away from the window she had her head against and clapping her hands. Helena skipped down the dark hallway and into a cramped living room with two small, squashy blue couches. Helena tiptoed across the room and peeked behind the couches and then frowned – nothing. Straightening up, she skipped into the room adjoined to see a young woman with her black hair pulled up in a loose bun, a few stray curls framing her face as she bent over rolls of parchment on the crude wooden table in front of her. The child's face fell.
"Mummy! You were supposed to hide so that I could find you." Said Helena, crossing her arms and frowning at her mother. The woman turned around with a wary and impatient look on her face.
"Hellie, dear, I really need to finish this. I'll play later." Said the woman, and then ducked back over her parchment again and scribbled something down. Helena's lip puckered – later. How she despised that word. It was an empty promise each time her mother spoke it. The child walked over to the table and stood on her tiptoes to peek above it, at the parchment her mother was writing franticly on. She brushed a bunch of her black curls out of her face as it lit up happily.
"Oh! I'll help you Mummy!" Helena said excitedly, scrambling into the chair opposite her mother and grabbing a bit of parchment before her mother could say anything. Her small hand had quickly snatched a eagle-feather quill from beside her mother's elbow before the woman said anything.
"No, no Helena. Mummy doesn't need any – No! Helena! Look what you've done!" Rowena cried as her daughter pulled on a bit of parchment and toppled over the inkwell sitting on top of it. Helena looked startled as her mother's voice suddenly rose and thick black ink began spilling over her hands and the parchment on the table.
"I'm sorry Mummy! I just wanted to help!" She shouted as her mother picked her up from her chair and carried her from the room briskly. Rowena sat her down on the couch and walked away without a word. Helena could hear the sounds of her mother's wand sucking up the ink she had just spilt.
'Crying doesn't solve anything, Helena. Don't cry, think. Plan. Get even."
Sir Salazar's voice rang in her ears. He came over often, more so then Sir Godric or Lady Helga. They would all play with her as well as listen to her mother talk about confusing things, but Sir Salazar would sit her down and speak to her as if she was a grown up – she liked that. Sir Salazar told her things about non-magic people called muggles, and how they were not as good as magical people like her and Mummy and him. Sir Salazar even thought her a very secret language. Not even Mummy knew the language – just her and Sir Salazar. He told her that only very special witches and wizards knew how to speak the language, Helena liked being called special. Sir Salazar told her she would amount to great things as long as she stayed away from 'dirty muggles'.
Helena liked being told she would amount to great things.