A/N sorry it took so long for me to update. It's been nothing but run, run, run since, well, all month (more so than usual). Now that I'm on Christmas break, I have a bit more time to write and update. Here's another one!
"I am quite pleased with thine daughter, and consent to take her hand in marriage and unite our lands," Salazar announced to Lord Ravenclaw, with an oily icyness in his voice.
"Good! Let's have a toast to that! Angus! Our finest mead!"
The two men appeared to drink heartily; Salazar merely pretended to sip and pour the mead into his cup. Old Ravenclaw didn't know the difference. He drank quite a bit, and by now, he was red-faced and boisterous, and talking of things he normally wouldn't talk about.
"I'm not about to let thee marry my daughter!" he laughed uproariously. "Thou hast a funny air about you and I don't like it. Funny thing is, neither of us will remember this in the morning!" And with this he dissolved into fits of laughter.
Salazar had suspected such treachery. And he wasn't going to stand for it. He laughed with the old man and pretended to drink to his health until Old Ravenclaw had passed out.
The Gryffindor boy had spent the whole night tied to the lashing post. He wept angry tears. The tears blinded him from his former ambitions. He wanted Ravenclaw to die. He wanted to get out of here. He couldn't stand this oppression for another minute. Thankfully, the rain had stopped. Godric was so wrapped up in his anger and hate that he didn't notice Slytherin approaching.
Salazar considered the Gryffindor boy for a moment. He had heard tell of the boy's Gift from the footman that had captured him. Those with the Gift were the most highly trusted to Salazar, although Salazar trusted no one.
Godric looked up the minute he sensed Slytherin's presence and shot him a defiant glare. "Why didn't thy servant just let me flee from this place?" he asked angrily. "Why?"
"He didn't know better. Forgive us, my Lord, for we did not know thy plight. We have seen that thou dost possess a Gift, a Gift that we also possess, and that we might be able to use. Thyself and myself, we could combine our Gifts and end Ravenclaw's tyranny!"
Godric chose to ignore Slytherin's regal "we" and listened to the message. Gift? End Ravenclaw's tyranny? What message could be sweeter than that of salvation? "What must I do?"
"We will poison the old man. We would like thee to make a potion. Thou dost know how, we presume?"
"No, but I have connections in the castle, and I know one servant girl who could help me."
"Find a way to make the potion. We will find a way to contact thee in a fortnight about the progress of the plan. After the potion is made, slip it to us, and we shall put it in his drink. No one will be the wiser."
"My lord Slytherin, I believe we do have a plan," Godric said, "but what am I to do in the meantime?"
"We would save you from this whipping, but Lord Ravenclaw has to sense that nothing is wrong. We are deeply sorry, that it has to be this way, Lord Gryffindor. We have already tried begging for a pardon for thee from Lord Ravenclaw, but he refused." Now, Salazar had done no such thing, but even if he had, it wouldn't have made a difference. He knew that, and he knew that Gryffindor didn't know that.
"My lord Slytherin, I believe we have a plan," Gryffindor replied, a righteous anger burning in his eyes.