Title: History
Characters: Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin
Rating: G
Words: 406
Notes: Not exactly in-character as far as the time period goes, but it's a start. (And I apologise in advance for the cheesiness of the second-to-last line, ahaha.)
"Accio!"
The unfinished walls of the near-empty room caught the call and flung it back, sending it echoing up to the ceiling, which was open to the sky, letting in the light of the setting sun. A flurry of scrolls whisked across the ground, unrolling themselves and sliding onto the surface of an enormous oak table. The tall, elegantly dressed woman standing at one end of it smoothed the parchment down, moving her eyes from one intricate scribble to the next. With her free hand, she flicked her wrist back and forth, weaving magic and light and stone and sending it hurtling up the walls to the sky-filled holes.
"Rowena!" someone called from the tall doorway at the far end of the room.
"Just a moment," she replied, not looking up.
"You've been saying that for the last hour," Salazar said, crossing over to the table. He wore a heavy cloak for protection against the cold wind coming through the open ceiling. "Helga gave up and sent me to fetch you. Your supper will get cold."
"No, it will not," Rowena said, still frowning over the scrolls and sending magic up into the sky.
"Very well," Salazar admitted, "it will not. But you will have to rest soon nonetheless." When Rowena ignored him, he leaned over the table and squinted at the scrolls, trying to read them upside-down. The fine lines and blots of ink continuously shifted across the pages. He stepped around the table to Rowena's side, and she made a noise of annoyance.
"You know quite well that I cannot work with you peering over my shoulder," she said, and Salazar laughed.
"I do," he said, placing his hand at the small of her back. "I was hoping it would make you give in and come eat with us."
Rowena sent a last burst of light towards the west wing of the room and then tucked her wand into her robes. "Very well," she said, and allowed Salazar to lead her to the door with his hand at her waist. "But I shall be going straight back to work after supper."
Salazar laughed, again, and let Rowena walk past him onto the winding staircase leading down to the Great Hall. "We have all the time in the world, Rowena," he said. "We are creating history, and history is infinitely patient." She tossed her head, but he could tell she had to struggle not to smile.