"Salazar." Helga's voice was determined and, dare he say, angry.
His gaze snapped up from his parchment to meet her eyes; she was indeed angry. She stood partially in the room, hiding behind the door apparently unsure of how he would receive her. He gave a frustrated sigh before asking, "What is you need, Miss Hufflepuff?"
Her eyes narrowed, apparently taking his uninterested tone as reason to become more enraged. Pushing the door open, she strode in and came to stop in front of the table Salazar was sitting at.
"What I need is for you to at least act civil towards myself when Godric and Rowena are around. Rowena continues to ask what happened to make you act so hostile, and I don't wish to discuss it with her," Helga explained, looking flushed.
Salazar fought the urge to smirk. He had never seen her so furious, and frankly it was amusing and satisfying. On one hand, his ability to make her so infuriated reminded him of his earlier attempts of subtle flirting, on the other it pleased him to see her suffer as he did. He was not sure she would be so affected, but she was proving him wrong.
"Why not tell them? After all, nothing is going on between us now," he said with the air of serene calmness. He was surprised at his own composure. He had not been alone with Helga in some time.
Helga began to pace, anger and contrite radiating from her. She stopped after a moment and looked at him directly. "Fine, if you wish to continue this," she searched for the word, "foolish punishment, by all means continue!" She threw her hands up, as Salazar watched in shock.
His amusement faltered, and resentment resonated within him. "Do not act like a victim, Miss Hufflepuff." He stood up to look down on her. "You decided this was the way it had to be, with no consideration for me."
Helga looked to her former lover, her angry demeanor replaced with one of sorrow and guilt.
"Did you think it would be as it was before? My subtle appreciation for you ways and manners?" Salazar continued, his words dripping with spite.
"I thought we could-"
"We can be nothing!" Salazar spat, his emotions getting the better of him. "I gave you my heart, and you…" His voice trailed off. He looked down, conflicted between feeling sadness and anger. Suddenly he heard the door hit the frame with a soft thump, and found that Helga had left. He could hear her footsteps as she ran down the corridor.
Running away from him once more.