A/N: This will probably be continued. I can't make any guarentees. Enjoy!
Rowena Ravenclaw surveyed her nervous looking friend.
"Salazar. Come in."
He stepped inside her office.
She motioned to the chair on the other side of her desk, famously dubbed the trouble chair. Rowena was usually the one given the job of doling out punishments.
"I had another fight with Godric."
"I noticed." she said dryly, motioning to the small crystal ball on her desk, also acting as a paperweight.
Salazar made a face. None of the other founders shared Rowena's interest in divination.
"He said I'd turned to their side."
"Did he?"
"Yes. Don't be coy, I know you got Helga to help you with the sound on that thing."
Rowena shrugged.
"Row, I'm afraid he might be right. There's something nudging at the back of my mind-when I teach a class, while I'm telling you this, almost all the time."
"You should get Helga to check that. Especially if it scares you, Salz. You never know. Ever."
He shook his head. "We're trying to teach 200 students without help. It's probably just me. Goodnight, Row."
Rowena still looked skeptical, but she replied. "Goodnight."
"The Alzkov." she commented the next day.
"Don't swear in the corridor, Row." Helga half-joked. "But, seriously, how? If something did happen, we need to find out how."
"That's the problem, I have no clue how."
That night, Salazar came to her office again.
He drew his wand the moment he came in.
"No. No, you can't." she said, recognizing it as an attack immediately. He disarmed her, rendering her defenseless.
"I can." His eyes were a terrifying black of nightmares, no longer the green color she knew. A flicker of...what? Compassion? Love? Pity? Recognition? What small flicker of...something, something from what he used to be, crossed his face?
"I...I could put you to sleep if it would be easier. Wipe your memory. Something."
"No. I want to die knowing who I am."
He raised his wand. She didn't flinch, didn't run, didn't move. The last thing she did was whisper.
"Goodbye Salazar, my love."
