Hello everybody! I'm back and so is the continuation of the founder's letters! Thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed; VegetandAru, weirdoIV, Mystical-Maiden, Green Bird, druidess-bard, Banksie, hybridphoenix, emif and light-hearted69 ! You make my day! Hey people, review this story if ya like it okay?
It's not very easy to keep this in letter format but I shall try :) Especially now, because after that particular 'revealing' dinner incident most of the founders are a little tight lipped. Anyway, on with the story!
Bold: author's thoughts or narrative. Horizontal line: seperates different letters.
Dear diary,
Well that was a total waste of time and effort. I didn't learn ANYTHING! (Well except for the Godric/geese thing, I must remember not to cook geese then). Anyway, I mean Rowena's attraction to Slytherin isn't exactly uncommon knowledge... given how she ogled over him the first time they met. Humph, she thinks nobody saw her but when Salazar was sleeping I saw her hand BRUSH against his shoulder when she was covering him with her cloak. Humph, it's not my place to say but such physical contact is not becoming of an honest woman; especially one of Rowena's standing. I'll probably have to take that young girl aside and school her in proper female etiquette.
And what's this about an Emerald lady? Sigh, Slytherin never makes much sense.
Helga
Dear diary,
Did I say what I said? Oh Endless Eagles how will I face the world now? How will I face him? My humiliation will probably hound me till my aching demise! Which I would actually welcome, I would welcome the Ultimate End after this atrocious foolish confession! Oh Rowena Ravenclaw you silly duck! What possessed me to utter those words? Why in all the infinite skies did I wail those words? True, keeping them within had been a horrid experience, the very knowledge of it gnawing me from the inside... but... oh but what is the point is blurting it out like a blathering imbecile? He loves someone else! Not me... Salazar would never love a stupid girl like me...
Rowena
Dear diary.
Salazar. Is. Her.
I think I will scream now.
G.G
To Evan,
Evan! Did you hear that blood curdling howl? Did you! DID YOU! You told me it wasn't true! You said it was just Morgana messing with me! It's the Boy Eating Banshee! I know it! I know it! The one that only preys on boys with dusty freckled brown hair! Like mine! I'm too scared to crawl out of my bed now! EVAAAAAAAN!
Nimbus
Nimbus,
Go to sleep.
Evan D.
Dear diary,
WHAT THE ALL THE HECK! WHAT IN BLOODY BLEEDING BARRACUDAS! WHAT IN GRAAAAAAH! TOO MAD TO WRITE! BUT WHY AM I MAD? NO I… I'M NOT MAD… OH HOLY FLYING SQUIRREL SLIPPERS! IT WAS SALAZAR! How could... how could I mistake him for a woman! That's impossible! It's... it's... there's no explanation to it! Did I want to see him as a woman? What... what does that mean! What...? Oh gods. Am I ... attracted to Salazar! Hah! That's absurd! That's ridiculous! That's... that's... (lines trails away) But he does have very pretty hair. GAH! What am I thinking! I'm not a woman! How could I be attracted to him! Unless... unless I'm not? Mother had always said I was a 'gentle' person... and then Father was always saying he wanted a son. And I remember, just before he told me to leave home that I was "no son" of his. Did that mean I was never his son? Or I was never a boy? Or that I had 'convinced' myself that I was a man? When in fact I'm a woman? Who was just very mannish? Or... am I a woman... trapped... in a man's body...ACK! I'm so confused!
G.G
Dear (book that I'm using the record my thoughts as by no means is a) diary,
I got a sudden chill at the back of my neck. That's bad... I'm scared. I wonder what Godric's reaction is. He has not said anything since dinner. He just walked off, without a word. That's bad. Godric is most furious when he's quiet. Uh oh. Have things gone too far? Will he ever speak to me again? Maybe, maybe I should have told him. He was right, friends don't keep secrets. I was wrong. So wrong. Yes I should have told him. If I had broken it to him, in a... subtler... way... maybe, maybe things won't have happened the way they did. I wonder whether he hates me now. I don't know. I... I hope not. Why... why do I care? Yet I know the answer, even as I write the question. Godric is my friend. I've never had friends. So few, so long ago. But Godric, Godric stuck by me no matter what. Even when he learned I was a Slytherin... he did not balk. He... he stayed true to me. Oh Goddess have I just ruined the one and only friendship I ever had? Will we ever speak again? Will we ever share our friendly moments ever again? With him asking me the most inane of ques—
/Nightshade the owl flies in and drops of a letter to Salazar
SALAZAR! AM I A MAN OR A WOMAN? PLEASE HELP!
G.G
Dear diary…
Nevermind.
Salazar
Meanwhile! In the far of mountainous peaks of Hyrune Bane, mighty majestic eagles soar while an elderly man sits at his desk, scribbling!
To my dearest daughter Rowena,
How fare you now in the land far below? I pray that you are within the best of health. The Western Winds come and go as usual within the Keep but your gentle presence is sorely missed my daughter for the eagles cry each sunset, mourning that once again the day did not see to your return.
But I know better than to sway you from your decision; I only hope that it has proven as rewarding and wondrous as you had dreamt. Have your companions been treating you fair? Last I remembered you were not on good terms with the Shifter. Perhaps things have improved. And how is young Kieran? Or should I say Salazar? He has taken up the name of his serpent kin again has he not? Do not act surprise my daughter, nor should Salazar be troubled for I hold no grudge against his will. He never could fully forget his heritage and I do not deny it to him. I only wish he can carry the burden that comes with the name of Slytherin. Support him Rowena, for he trusts you.
I anticipate that you will have much to do, so I will end now with my blessings and love.
Your father
Dear diary,
I received a letter from Father today... but I haven't the heart to reply. It has been a full hour now since dinner and he has said nothing. NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! A scoff? A laugh? An apologetic 'I'm sorry Rowena but I'm madly in love with someone else' or 'I'm sorry Rowena but you are just too bookish and inhibited for my taste'? Anything! But no, he sends me nothing! I pour my feelings out in front of the whole school and that… that… simpleton has nothing to say? No witty reply? No sarcastic quip? I wonder what is keeping him... or am I so beneath him that I do not even deserve a response? That is sad to think.
Rowena
I kind of lost the letters that preceded this track of letters because I had to hide in Rowena's closet until she left so that I could steal her diary. :(
YES! FOR THE LAST TIME THE ANSWER IS YES!
S.S
I mean are you sure? I mean... I am very confused. And a bit insecure.
G.G
Oh for the love of Serpentine... Okay. Fine. Godric, you are a very handsome man. You are most definitely a man. Women everywhere would swoon over you and beg to be your love slave. Men would cower and squirm at how great you are and would envy and worship your manliness. If I were a woman (and no I am not) I would be passionately in love with you and want to carry your babies. Happy now?
S.S
Yeah. I guess so. Except of course for the mental image of you carrying my children. But thanks Sal, you are my best friend:)
G.G
P.S. I uh, feel kind of stupid now for mistaking you as a woman. Sorry.
To Godric,
Bah. And you three wondered why I wanted to keep my beard. It's the hair. Hex it, it's the hair. Why does it have to be so damn... silky!
S.S
To Sal,
Yeah... you have very pretty hair. So soft... so smooth... want to touch it.
G.G
Hahahaha. Godric. Shut up now before I kill you.
Salazar Slytherin
Fine, fine. No hair. Touchy subject eh? But don't let Helga hear you whine about your beard. It makes her feel bad. Also, why are you making such a fuss? You'd rather have run around with half a beard? You're lucky that Sword Leg Spider Rampager only swiped of half your beard and not half your face when you so dramatically leapt to push sweet Helga out of harms way. Heck, if you kind of think about it, it wasn't even a beard! It was more like a goatee. Well goatee doesn't even cut it. It was more like... a stub... like a group of hair... like some black moss... growing on your face. Which is rather disgusting.
Godric Gryffindor – multi animagus anonymous
P.S. It also made you look EVIL. All evil men have goatees!
To Godric,
Hufflepluff deserves my full scorn. And I did not, as you so eloquently put it: 'dramatically leapt to push her away.' If memory serves right, the only pushing that was done was unto me, by a certain animagus lion who I shall call The Spider Kicking Imbecile. Anyway, aren't evil men supposed to be bald too? Gah, I miss my beard. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep it? Lord Ravenclaw constantly hounded me, trying to force me to shave it of. Yes yes, he did say it made me look evil or more to his words: 'cunningly devious and up to no good'.
Salazar Slytherin – Parseltongue. Beat that.
To Girly Snake boy,
And now you look like a girl. No offence, but I don't think Lord Ravenclaw saw it coming. Speaking of Ravenclaw did I hear what I though I heard during dinner? Something like 'Oh Salazar you are so clever and your hair is so shiny! Marry me and we can have clever and pretty children with shiny hair!'
Godric Gryffindor – Not a Parseltongue true, but far more observant than you apparently.
ROWENA! OH Goddess, oh Goddess, oh Goddess. What should I do?
S.S
Uh, I don't think that snake goddess of yours can help you now. Hey! Here's a thought! Why don't you... TALK TO HER?
Godric
But it's the middle of the night! She must be asleep!
S.S
Nuh-uh. My telescope shows her bedroom candle still lit. I cannot make out the shadows but she seems to be writing.
G.G
…
You know, I always suspected you had ulterior motives for building such a dragon-damned high tower.
S.S
My dear father,
Things are fine father. The school is beautiful and we have accepted our first batch of students. The first was a young cabin boy we met on the trip across the seas to Hogsmeade. His name is Evan and he is a very promising student. The rest came to us after the school had been built – Morgana of the house of Maltrose; Quinton, a particularly bright lad I think you'd be fond of; gentle Diagon Dinkins; Nimbus Nerth, yes the same dragon breeder Nerth of Wales; and the ever curious Lupin. I am glad that we found some of them when we did, for they were too close to the harshness of Muggle persecution.
But enough of that, I am happy to report father that the Shifter – whom we learned was called Godric Gryffindor – has accepted us and himself. It makes me chuckle father, to think of how suspicious we were initially of each other. But now it is happier times and we are good friends. We even met a fellow witch on our journeys, Helga Hufflepuff is her name and she is the most talented healer we know.
Send my love to everyone back home. I miss the Keep. But Hogwarts needs me. I'll be home father. Soon.
Love,
Rowena
Dear Rowena,
You are troubled my daughter. I know you too well to know to be apprehensive whence you claim that all is well. All was well when you were sick but hid it because you did not want me to miss my Wizard Council meeting. All was well when you fell of your brother's hippogriff but said nothing because you did not want him to get into trouble. All was well when a certain youthful and brash boy – Salazar – burnt your hair when you were five.
And what of Salazar? You did not mention him in your letter though I did ask about him. Tis not like you to overlook it. Has that boy been troubling you again as he did so many years ago? I would have thought he had outgrown it. The two of you seemed fine when he came to stay at the Keep for those four months. Thus, it would sadden me if you two have grown apart. You were so close as children, before his parents death. But then again, he was a very different boy then; sheltered by parents who dotted on him, revered by their servants who saw him as the chosen of their snake goddess – he knew no sorrow or grief. Yet now that is all he knows. Send him my regards Rowena, and I hope you settle whatever void seems to have come between you two.
Your loving father.
Dear diary,
Alas my letter failed to dissuade my father. He is a perceptive man; I should have known better. But my heart is bitter at the thought of that Slytherin Simpleton. Which is all well and good. I do not need him. My heart does not flutter when he is near. I do not have wild, fanciful musings of him when the days are boring. I also most certainly do not dream of him coming to my room in the middle of the night in order to ravish me sen—
Entry ends here as Rowena hears a knock on her door