The Unspeakable Discussion
"No matter, Veri," muttered Nikkey as she took her hand and continued running towards the next door. This was Rowena Ravenclaw's door. She knocked but no answer. "Of course she has left with Godric to the Great Hall already," scowled Helga accusingly for Godric was her friend and to her Rowena was trouble. "Oh, well!" remarked Salazar Slytherin, who was quite rude. He looked past Helga and saw Nikkey. "Why, I didn't see you there Nik," he said most politely using his wand to remove the bonds between Helga and Veriria's hands to Nikkey's and they started to stroll to the teacher's lounge. "I heard that Veri is letting those filthy mudbloods and half and halfs into in this school for witches and wizards," she muttered with a tone of hatred in her voice. "Well, you heard right," spat Salazar. "That Veriria, that stupid muggle-loving fool. What'll they do in return? What'll help her? Not a single thing! Those muggles know of nothing. Wait, what about squibs?" asked Nikkey with an acid tounge spilling these horrid words. "They are just as 'welcome' as pure bloods," said Salazar, "coffee?" ("Yes please: heavy creamer: french vanilla, sugar, and cinnamon if it isn't of a hassle" replied Nikkey.) He poured his own coffee: black, then hers: just as she asked. He brought it to her. "Thanks," Nikkey said in a tone of gratituitity as she took the hot mug. She looked up to find Salazar nodding a 'no problem' at her. She saw that he had a document in his hand and was quite suprised that it was a trembling hand. "What's wrong Salazar?" He jumped. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?" she said rather quickly because of his nervousness.
"No matter, Veri," muttered Nikkey as she took her hand and continued running towards the next door. This was Rowena Ravenclaw's door. She knocked but no answer. "Of course she has left with Godric to the Great Hall already," scowled Helga accusingly for Godric was her friend and to her Rowena was trouble. "Oh, well!" remarked Salazar Slytherin, who was quite rude. He looked past Helga and saw Nikkey. "Why, I didn't see you there Nik," he said most politely using his wand to remove the bonds between Helga and Veriria's hands to Nikkey's and they started to stroll to the teacher's lounge. "I heard that Veri is letting those filthy mudbloods and half and halfs into in this school for witches and wizards," she muttered with a tone of hatred in her voice. "Well, you heard right," spat Salazar. "That Veriria, that stupid muggle-loving fool. What'll they do in return? What'll help her? Not a single thing! Those muggles know of nothing. Wait, what about squibs?" asked Nikkey with an acid tounge spilling these horrid words. "They are just as 'welcome' as pure bloods," said Salazar, "coffee?" ("Yes please: heavy creamer: french vanilla, sugar, and cinnamon if it isn't of a hassle" replied Nikkey.) He poured his own coffee: black, then hers: just as she asked. He brought it to her. "Thanks," Nikkey said in a tone of gratituitity as she took the hot mug. She looked up to find Salazar nodding a 'no problem' at her. She saw that he had a document in his hand and was quite suprised that it was a trembling hand. "What's wrong Salazar?" He jumped. "Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?" she said rather quickly because of his nervousness.