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The black-spotted green beetle flew back to Slytherin's tower almost urgently. It arrived to Slytherin's chambers as he was conversing with his snake, Nagini. The beetle quickly transformed into a man wearing Slytherin's livery and a flinch. He cowered before his master, waiting to be acknowledged. Slytherin sometimes didn't acknowledge his servants for hours on end. He didn't feel, since their parents didn't possess the Gift but they did, that they were good enough to be acknowledged right away. All of his servants were Muggleborn, a word that made Salazar shiver with disgust.
Contrary to his usual habit of coldly ignoring the servant, Salazar perked up the moment he transformed and, cooing to Nagini in Parseltongue, he set her aside and said, "Well? What didst thou learn?"
"The Lady Ravenclaw has a spell with which to control living beings. She used it on me," the servant replied with a shaky voice.
"What did she make thou do?" Salazar asked curiously.
"She made me motionless. I couldn't move, but it didn't matter. I felt very content. It was a strange occurrence, my Lord."
"What was the incantation?" Slytherin asked. "Dost thou remember?"
The servant trembled before giving his answer. "Imperio," he whispered, knowing what would be next.
Slytherin withdrew a thirteen inch wormwood wand and pointed it at his servant. "Imperio!" After a moment of thinking, Salazar knew what he wanted his servant to do. The servant began back-flipping and cart-wheeling wildly around the room. Slytherin let out a hearty laugh. "Now I have my own jester!" He took the spell off. "Thou must go back to Lady Rowena's chambers and find out more of her spells. I do hope that the rest of her spells are as useful as this one." He laughed wickedly as his servant gratefully transformed back into the beetle and flew off in the direction of Rowena's tower.
Rowena noticed that Helga began sneaking out at all hours of the night after the Gryffindor boy was publicly beaten for his offenses. Night after night she watched quietly as Helga slid stealthily out of the chamber and returned about three-quarters of an hour later. Upon returning, she would pray for a good quarter of an hour and then finally fall into a deep slumber.
About a week and a half after Rowena noticed Helga's nighttime wanderings, she decided to follow Helga. A moment after Helga had left that night, Rowena slipped on her dressing gown and, bringing a candle, poked her head out of her chambers to see Helga disappear around the corner of the corridor. The stone floors were freezing cold, but as long as Rowena kept moving, her bare feet barely felt it. Helga appeared as thought she were going to the stables. Did Helga possibly have a secret betrothed that she went to see?
Indeed, Helga went to the stables. The warm straw felt a lot nicer under Rowena's feet than the cold stone floors of the drafty castle. She peeped her head out from a beam of the stable to see Helga stirring a cauldron and conversing with the Gryffindor boy.
"How long until 'tis ready, m'lady?" Godric asked. Rowena thought his lyrical Scottish tones absolutely charming. She didn't know that this boy came from the North.
"Only a few more days, sir," Helga replied thickly. "I should like to rest after it's done and over with."
"We all will, m'lady. We all will."
"Das is good," Helga said, suppressing a yawn and stirring more and more feverishly.
"Does the Lady Rowena know of this plot?" Godric asked curiously.
"No, she does not. I daresay, though, I think she would whole-heartedly support it. She despises her father as much as the rest of us. The evil, lecherous sinner!" Helga spat in the cauldron out of spite and continued stirring.
Godric had become accustomed to Helga's random outbursts of rage against Lord Ravenclaw and thought naught of this particular one.
"Dost thou believe that once the Lady Rowena is freed from her father's tyranny, that she might marry whomever she chooses?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, of course, m'lord!" Helga laughed heartily. "Dost thou have thine heart set upon asking the Lady Rowena thyself?"
"I have dreamt of her every time I slumber since I first laid mine eyes upon her angelic brow!" Godric replied passionately. "Once we are all free from Ravenclaw's tyranny, I can reveal my status as a Thane to her! I really am noble, Lady Helga, but I was abducted by Lord Ravenclaw several years past because of the Gift I possess but have not yet learned to control! My parents did not possess the Gift and were frightened when the Lord Ravenclaw demanded me at their doorstep, but they fought him bravely for me. And then, he muttered a horrible curse that killed both of my parents. He slaughtered them to gain control over me! The servants swore that whence I return, I shall become ruler of the castle once more. The Lady Rowena and I could live there happily. And we could learn to control our Gifts, and we could teach others! And thou could assist us, Lady Helga!"
"That sounds vonderful!" Helga cried. "Dost thou believe that the Lady Rowena would accept thine offer?"
"I can only hope, dear Helga. I long for her to accept, but there is always the possibility that she could refuse and marry Lord Slytherin."
"Marry Lord Slytherin! Of course not, m'lord. She dost not care for the man! If she doesn't marry thee, I don't believe she will marry. The Lady Rowena is very content living as a maiden. She will only marry for love."
"Thou dost believe that she might love me?" Godric asked hopefully.
"I don't know for sure, my lord. Time will tell." She added this last part quite firmly, exactly the way she had told Rowena about how time would tell about her fate. "Let us not talk about Lady Rowena any longer. I rather don't like talking about her when she isn't in our presence. She would not care for it. Tell me more about thine idea. The one about the school."
"We could headquarter it in mine castle---Hogwarts. We could make a few adjustments to it, to suit our magical needs, of course, but it would be worth it. We could teach how to control the Gift, and maybe even come up with some rules about how it should and shouldn't be used. I rather despise the way Lord Ravenclaw uses it to be a tyrant and induce fear into his inferiors. I rather think that the lady Rowena would make a fine headmistress, with her interest in books and all."
As intrigued as Rowena was, she realized that she couldn't hide in the shadows for much longer without being discovered by somebody, and she didn't want Helga or the Gryffindor boy to know she had been listening in, not yet.
Headmistress! The Gryffindor boy thought she would make a good headmistress! Now that she thought about it, she wouldn't mind marrying the Gryffindor boy. He was quite handsome, and he turned out to be quite romantic and dashing in personality as well. And that school idea was definitely something to think on.