"What a wonderful sight this school is!" Helga Hufflepuff yelped, stretching her arms outward to show her friends the building. Four round towers stood high in the sky on top of an ancient looking castle, engraved with statues and gargoyles. The detailed carvings of the rock castle gave Hogwarts a wealthy, royal style as well as a unique character.
"All that is left to do is hire our teachers and we are done this project," Rowena Ravenclaw said, turning to her co-founders, "Where on earth is Salazar? We have our first interview for our staff in just ten minutes!" Both Helga and Godric shook their heads unknowingly and began up the stone steps to the entrance. The floors inside the school were brand new marble and shined in the candlelight. Hundreds of clean, white candlesticks illuminated the hallway and rooms of the brand new Hogwarts. Where in the world these four witches and wizards came up with the name of this school, could not be determined. None of the people who came to Hogwarts cared. Approaching quickly was the grand opening day of the school, which had been chosen by Helga herself. She had chosen her birth date, September first, to be the beginning of the school year for all time, as long as the school would still teach.
"Godric do you know where he is?" Rowena continued, her voice vibrating with worries, "You are his best friend, you should know!" Godric was oblivious to any knowledge of Salazar's whereabouts. He shook his head and checked the large sundial at the edge of the wooden platform.
"We better proceed to the Great Hall," Godric told his co-founders, "That is where we will be interviewing. Both women nodded, still looking around as they walked, trying to find Salazar Slytherin. It was no surprise to any of them that the man who held Slytherin as his surname was the one to be careless. Salazar Slytherin was a very intelligent and power-hungry man with jet-black hair and blazing orange eyes. His eyes set him apart from the rest of his friends along with his amazing power as a parseltongue. Many people disliked Salazar because of his aggressiveness and constant struggle for power and control. Only one person had ever understood Salalzar and his dark and sly ways. Godric Gryffindor was that lone person.
"Don't worry Rowena," Godric said reassuringly, "Salazar has never let us down before." Godric had always been understanding of people and their immediate mental and physical differences. He had grown up with four sisters who taught him the skill of listening and compassion. Even though he had grown up with four emotional sisters, Godric was far from being the least bit feminine. His thick light brown hair hung a little higher from the tip of his ear and always appeared full and clean. His piercing blue eyes, though shockingly beautiful, were calm and comforting to anyone who looked upon them. Godric seemed to be completely different from his best friend mentally as well. No one could ever dampen Godric's bright spirit and his deep love of his world. Along with his manly good looks and delightful personality, Godric's braveness charmed witches of all ages and ranks.
"Here we are," Helga gushed, smiling more happily than ever as they entered the completed and simply breathtaking Great Hall. As she pushed the huge oak doors open, all three of them felt proudly of their hard work and imagination. The idea of the ceiling changing to suit the mood of the people around it came from the creative mind of Helga Hufflepuff. Helga was the shy witch of the bunch and usually didn't announce her wonderful ideas loudly. In fact, she usually told her thoughts to Salazar or Godric, since both were not afraid to speak their minds. Since Helga had always been a tiny bit bigger around the middle, she had been teased as a young witch. Because of her harder childhood, Helga always tried to be nice to everyone she met and keep her secret insecurities to herself. None of her friends had ever understood why she felt so shy around wizards her own age, because Helga had gorgeous curly strawberry blonde hair that bounced at her shoulders and the sweetest smile that they had ever seen.
"You know Helga I saw that you were voted the best smile in Witch Weekly," Rowena Ravenclaw exclaimed, giving her friend a small hug, "You looked beautiful in the pictures." Helga stood proudly and thanked Rowena as they sat down on one of the newly polished benches at the Ravenclaw table. The last, and probably the bossiest, out of the four founders of Hogwarts was Rowena Ravenclaw. Rowena had arranged most of the plans for the new school and had completed most of the paper work. This was simply because Mrs. Ravenclaw was a perfectionist in everything she did and would probably hold the title of the most intelligent witch ever. Rowena gained her name Ravenclaw from marriage, not from her uncanny resemblance to a raven. She had a very large nose and straight dark brown hair that slightly resembled the sharp features of a bird, but she also had wonderfully soft facial structures. Her eyes, for instance, were a very pale blue that glittered in the light and her cheeks were always brushed with a dash of rose.
"We need to hire the best of the best for this school," Rowena stated with no hesitance or room for argument, "My baby will be here next year and we must make it so he will become the best wizard he can be." The "baby" she was speaking of was her son Dominique, who in just one year would be old enough to attend Hogwarts. Besides Rowena, none of them were married or had any children, which proved to be good for work. Because Rowena had a child, the others guessed they would be seeing her the least throughout the school year. Suddenly the door slammed and the three adults snapped their heads in the direction of the heavy doors. There stood a man with jet-black hair and a crooked, pale face, beside a heavyset woman wearing the ugliest dress that any of them had ever laid their eyes on. Yellow and pink polka dots covered the middle-aged woman from head to toe. Even her high heel shoes were splattered with tiny little yellow dots.
"Oh my," Rowena whispered, so only Godric and Helga could hear. Although all three of them wanted desperately to crack up laughing, each of them knew they were on the job and no insulting of the job applicants was allowed. While Godric and Rowena sat chuckling to themselves, Helga stood up and glided over to the two figures.
"Hello, Mrs…"Helga realized she did not know the strange woman's name. From the start they could tell this woman would be the perfect teacher. She seemed to be strangely happy and immediately gave Helga a huge hug.
"I'm Betty Weiss," she announced loudly, hurrying over to the table where the others sat, "I was so impressed that you sent a tour guide for me. Salazar, here, was very helpful and he has a great sense of humor, don't you Salazar? He just loved my jokes didn't you?"
"Sure, whatever you want," Salazar mumbled, sitting on the opposite side of the table next to Godric. Leaning over to his friend, Godric whispered softly.
"Sense of humor? You?"
"I just zoned her out the whole time; I couldn't tell you what she was talking about. I do believe I heard something about her ears and orange pickles one time, but I couldn't confirm it," Salazar answered, appearing to be on the verge of laughter himself. Godric smiled and started to listen as the women founders began to interview Mrs. Weiss.
"So…Betty….What experience have you had in the field of child education," Rowena asked, her voice still cracking from laughter.
"Wonderful experience," Miss Weiss answered, cupping her hands in her lap and flashy them a toothy grin. The four interviewers waited patiently for Miss. Weiss to continue, but no more came.
"Well that's great Miss Weiss, but we really would like to know what kind of…." Rowena started, but was rudely cut off by Godric.
"Um… how about another question," Godric insisted, "How well do you work with teenagers?"
"Wonderfully," Miss Weiss chirped, proving that her interview would go absolutely wonderfully.
"I can't believe you actually hired her," Salazar snorted three days later after they had finally made their decisions on the teachers for Hogwarts.
"Don't worry Salazar, Miss Weiss will be a wonderful Charms teacher," Rowena giggled. Salazar shook his head, obviously not looking forward to spending a year with her.
"So this is our final list then?" Godric asked, scanning the paper quickly.
"Yes," Helga sighed, happily but softly, "I think we're done." All four of them sat inside the Great Hall once again checking over their list of teachers and staff.
Staff list:
Salazar Slytherin (Headmaster/Potions)
Godric Gryffindor(Headmaster/Defense Against the Dark Arts)
Rowena Ravenclaw (Headmaster)
Helga Hufflepuff (Head-Headmaster)
Leslie Marsden (Transfiguration)
Daniel Bennion (Herbology)
Betty Weiss (Charms)
Connie Lehman (Care For Magical Creatures)
Joseph Jackson (Arithmacy)
Patricia Trawleny (Divination)
Ruth Muggleworth (Muggle Studies)
Conrad Davidson (Study Skills)
Madeline Larson (Flying Lessons)
Catherine Boyerman (Head of Mealtime Department)
Jack Bodman (Gamemaster)
Terry Radshaw (Quidditch Head)
" Great! Now we need to chose who will be invited to attend Hogwarts!" Godric exclaimed, pulling out a piece of blank parchment, "The names of magical beings between the ages of 11-17 will show up on this paper and we will say whether we should ask them to attend or not." Salazar pointed his wand at the brown piece of new parchment and cast a spell. Immediately it flew of the table and floated in the air right in front of the four witches and wizards. Suddenly ten names appeared in black ink.
"Wow, I guess these are in no specific order," Helga whispered, her voice sounding awed and excited, "The first name is Laura Brown, her information is here….oh no, we can't have convicts in our school." The name disappeared instantly from the parchment and they all started to call out the names from the paper.
"Patty Leonard….no….Jessica Boardman…yes….Roland Weasley…yes….Sara Dorrington….no….Albus Dumbledore……yes….who else…" Godric could tell that something was bothering Salazar.
"What's wrong Salazar?" Godric asked, stopping the parchment and turning to his friend. Salazar was ready to speak his mind.
"I do believe we should be choosing our students by blood, don't you? Purebloods are better at magic and should be treated like they are better at magic.," Salazar said, almost as if he was ordering his co-workers to follow his directions. All three shook their heads.
"No Salazar. We must allow all different types of magical children to enter our school. All deserve a good education," Godric told him, bringing up the parchment once more. Next two names came up together. Godric noticed this and pointed it out to his friends.
"I guess those two girls are twins," he said, ordering the parchment to show them the files of the two girls, "They look like very nice and smart girls and they could probably be useful to the school….Tara Daney and Ava Daney….send them a letter."