Take Four: Founder's Era.
A/N: This is the sequel. Hope you like it!
It was one of those days where outside it was sunny, but strangely freezing cold.
Well, that's March for you, Salazar Slytherin thought to himself. He was currently pacing up and down in his office, waiting for his three friends to drag themselves away from their cosy fires in their towers. All except Helga – he thought, who's never out of the kitchens. Salazar had, admittedly, been snapping at Helga a lot. Maybe it was because she was fun-loving and liked by everyone. Or maybe it was because she's just a generally nice person.
"Something I'm not," He mutters to himself, stopping his pacing. Salazar walks over to his door and opens it, letting a tittering Helga fall in. Godric helps her up and walks into the room with her. Rowena smiles at Salazar, though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes and walked in after her two friends.
"Right, so we're all here – Helga's slightly drunk, been drinking too much cooking sherry, I expect," Godric announces loudly, grinning at Helga, who giggles.
"If you've quite finished," Salazar's deep voice booms over the giggling.
"Of course, continue friend," Rowena nods encouragingly.
"Thank you. I'm sure you're all aware of the increasing number of Muggle born students coming to this school, expecting us to teach them the fine and delicate art of magic. I for one, am appalled-"
Godric: Well, this is rubbish.
Helga: How many times has he said this, and how many times have we listened?
Godric: That would be never.
Helga: When's he going to learn he can't control other people's lives?
Godric: I know. Have you seen the way he treats the Muggle students?
Helga: The other day I thought he was going to hit a child with one of the flipping broomsticks.
Godric: What in the name of Merlin's stockings?
Helga: That's what I thought. I went right up to him and told him to stop it immediately or...
Godric: Or what?
Helga: I'd hit him with a broomstick.
Godric: What did he say to that?
Helga: Get this, he told me to remove myself from his line of vision and go back to my sherry!
Godric: The very shame of it!
Helga sniggers under her breath, earning her a dirty look from Salazar and a confused one from Rowena.
"So anyway, Muggle borns are tainting the walls of Hogwarts by their incapability-"
Helga: Can you believe him?
Godric: He's got a very sadistic view on life, hasn't he? Some may say it puts a different perspective on things. Others may say-
Helga: It's weird?
Godric: That too.
Helga: What I'd like to know is how he's going to carry out all these extravagant ideas and plans.
Godric: Maybe he deliberately bores people until they fall asleep during his speeches and then he brainwashes them.
Helga: Maybe he's going to keep all the Muggle born students as his own personal slaves.
Godric: Maybe he's-
Rowena: Maybe you're just being mean.
Godric: Us? Mean?
Helga: Never. We love Snaky Boy really.
Godric: Well, that makes one of us.
Helga: What? Just yesterday after we drank that rum you said you loved him.
Godric: And then I threw up.
Rowena: Too much information, thank you.
Godric: Sorry.
Helga: You have to admit, he's a bit of a priss, Rowena.
Rowena: I wouldn't go that far.
Godric: He has ghastly and insane ideas.
Rowena: Only slightly.
Helga: Slightly? He's a bit mad in the head.
Rowena: Okay, he can be a bit... over the top.
Godric: Yes, we've turned you!
Helga: We've turned her, we've turned her, we've turned her, we've turned her!
Rowena: Stop that.
Godric: We've turned – oh, sorry.
Helga: Hey, Double G, do you think Salazar has a bit of a crush on young Rowena here?
Rowena: Oh please, he's just a dear friend.
Godric: Dear to your heart...
Rowena: Haha. Not.
Helga: Admit it Row, you like him back.
Rowena: I do not.
Godric: You do!
Helga: I of course, completely agree.
Rowena: Fine then. Goodbye Godric, Helga.
Helga: No!! Don't turn your back on us!
Godric: Err...
Rowena: Helga, I'm still facing you.
Helga: Oh yeah.
Helga and Godric start laughing, while Rowena rolls her eyes.
"-So, therefore, we should ban – what is so funny?" Salazar demands, his black eyebrows knitting together. He spies the piece of parchment lying in front of Helga and grabs it.
"This is what you all think of me? Even you, Rowena?" He snaps.
"Well, I-"
"Save it! Out, all of you, seeming as no one cares about what I've got to say," Salazar yells, pointing towards the door. Godric and Helga laugh their way out of the room, but Rowena stays, standing defiantly.
"I said out," Salazar frowns at her.
"Look, Salazar, you do have a few twisted ideas and some of your schemes are outrageous-"
"I'm not listening!" Salazar cuts in rudely.
"There's no need to interrupt me. You know, one day your sadistic and slightly insane views on the treatment of Muggle borns will be someone's life. They'll want to ruin everything just like you. If you want that on your conscience..." Rowena trails off.
"Go tell it to someone who cares," Salazar sneers at Rowena.
"Fine. Just... fine," She stalks out of the room, slamming the door.
Salazar scowls and goes back to his pacing. I'll show them. I'll show them all, one day, he thinks, ripping up the painting of the four founders he kept on the wall, framed. He throws the silver frame on the floor beside him. Four no more; the ripped pieces flutter to the ground.
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