A/N: Sorry it's so short, I know that's an issue with some of you and I'm trying to make them longer, so bear with me, I'm trying. Thank you everyone who reviewed! I really appreciate it!
Wind whipped through Salazar's hair and threw it out of his face. This was one of the most wonderful sensations Salazar had ever felt in his entire life; and Godric had agreed with him. Riding a broom was quite sensational and if only some one could come up with some kind of game ridden on a broom…
At the thought of Godric, Salazar suddenly felt angered and didn't even know why. He contented himself by telling himself he was more frustrated with him than angry. Frustrated that he wouldn't take Divination as a subject; but neither would Helga and he certainly wasn't angry at her at all. Not one bit.
Salazar let these thoughts drift out of his mind as he concentrated on the ground below; occasionally laughing heartily and making muggles look up; clearly confused. He knew he shouldn't do things like that but sometime he couldn't help it.
He saw a building coming up and started his descent towards the ground landing squarely in front of the door. It was unlocked, but he knocked on it anyway to be polite.
He waited a few moments before knocking again and opening the door.
His brows furrowed as the scene came before his eyes.
Remnants of mass-panic. It looked as if it had been a Roman Catholic church, but now there was nothing save for a few over-turned tables and pages of the priest's Bible spread everywhere. Candle fixtures were bent and broken and the wall held signs of fire.
Salazar sighed. If it weren't for the size, the building would be perfect; it was abandoned. But it was too small for what he was planning.
Much too small.
