A/N: Yay, update! Okay, so the Sortings are going in order from oldest to youngest, with Dumbledore being first and Hugo being last. I don't know the ages of a lot of the characters, so I'm just going to estimate. In response to EternallyPivots' review, the Marauders will be featuring in this story. There's quite a few chapters to come before they appear, though.

Disclaimer: Let me just look out my window...Nope, not in Bel Air, therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

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Some years after, the Founders were hiding behind a statue in the Entrance Hall. The train had arrived earlier than usual this year, and the Founders had been caught by surprise when the first students came into the castle.

"Quit shoving! We'll be seen!"

"I'm not shoving! These skirts are bulky!"

Rowena was not in a good mood. She prided herself on being prepared for every eventuality. As such, being forced to beat a hasty retreat behind a statue had not appealed to her in the slightest. Nor did Helga and Godric's bickering. "Would you two mind? There is a crowd of first years not five feet away from you and we would like to keep our current state a secret until it is no longer necessary."

"Sorry! There's just no space behind this statue!"

"There would be if you didn't wear such huge skirts!"

" I don't see you complaing about Rowena's skirts!"

"Yes, Godric. Why do you only find fault with Helga's clothing?" Salazar teased, secretly hoping it wouldn't be anything risqué.

"I've no problem with her dress most of the time."

"Most of the time?" Helga's voice had dropped to a deadly whisper.

Godric would have paled, if at all possible. "I...em...I.."

"Excuse me."

The four Founders whirled around. Unbeknownst to them, one of the first years had broken away from the group and come over to them.

"I thought all the teachers were in the Hall."

Rowena, thankfully, thought fast. "Yes, however my colleague Professor...Nympharum dropped his hat, and we came back to see why he was taking so long to retrieve it."

"Why are you hiding behind this statue?"

This time, Rowena was stumped. "Erm..." She was saved from responding by the castle ghosts, drifting through the walls and distracting all of the first years, including the boy who had, frankly, unsettled the Founders. Quietly, they slipped into the Hall. As soon as they were safely secreted in the shadows, Godric turned to Rowena.

"Nympharum?"

"It was the first thing I could think of." Rowena said, with an evil twinkle in her eye.

Godric glared for a minute, then turned to face the High Table. Rowena whispered to Helga.

"That should teach him to insult your clothes."

"Yes, all I have to do is remind him of that and he'll do anything I say. It's like my own version of the Imperius Curse." Helga giggled. After a glare from Salazar, the pair of conspirators turned to observe the Hall.

Beside them, the double doors swung open, and the Deputy Head led the first years up the aisle to where the Sorting Hat awaited them. As the minutes wore on, Godric started predicting where the students would be placed.

"He's a Slytherin. Oh, and she's definitely a Ravenclaw. An-"

"Godric, shush! That spooky kid is up next!"

"He's not spooky, he's inquisitive. Definitely Ravenclaw material in my opinion."

As the red-haired child walked up to the stool, he glared at anyone who looked at him strangely.

"Okay, I changed my mind. With that "don't mess with me" look, he's pure Slytherin."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Godric looked crestfallen. Helga whispered into Salazar's ear:

"Aw, the disappointment of not having psychic ability."

Salzar grinned. Not only had Helga just insulted Godric, but her mouth was tantalizingly close to his...

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Sorting Hat's cry echoed around the Hall, startling Salazar and delighting Helga, as she hadn't had many Hufflepuffs so far. Salazar smiled for her benefit, silently cursing the Hat. If it had just waited one more minute...

"Are you alright, Salazar?" Helga was looking at him with concern.

"Yes. I'm fine." Soon...he thought. Very soon...

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Ooohh, the relationship progresses! By the way, if you don't speak Latin, Nympharum means "faerie", which is why Gryffindor wasn't too happy with Rowena.

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