A/N: Sorry for the late update, there was school. I don't like this chapter that much, its just mostly narrative, no conversation at all. But I think it gives a background to the characters. And PLEASE REVIEW...I would take criticism...just review, so I know people are actually reading this.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character, they all belong to J. K. Rowling...
Around the mountain, far from where Helga's cottage, stood an old mansion. The mansion had an eerie feeling, as if nothing belongs there. It was dark, covered with the shadow of the trees. The door of the mansion creaks loudly. No parent wanted their child near the mansion, it was rumored that a young boy name Cassius went into the mansion for shelter for rain and never came out. The rumor was never confirmed, but all we know is that Cassius disappeared on the day it rained. The mansion was owned by a young man. The young man was considered socially inept, he never attended the city social event. No one knows where he came from, or even who he is.
One night, a small boy noticed that the young man stormed into the house, looking extremely jubilant. The young boy said he heard the man yelling at the top of his lungs, "Snakes! Yes, snakes finally," Which the town draw into conclusion that the young man is crazy.
That particular young man in question, was indeed happy that night, for he found out something he had been after. Once inside his mansion, he rushed into his basement laughing maniacally.
"So snakes, huh," the young man, who was Salazar, said, "Godric is so stupid. I gave him the excuse that I had to do an experiment, and he took it completely. Tomorrow, we still be the 'best of friends' and he would forget it completely. Fool. He thought I forgot about that time, he thought I didn't care. Oh boy is he wrong!"
Miles north of the old mansion, was a beautiful lake. Next to the lake, lies a beautiful two-floor house. The house had a pleasant feeling. It's as if you walk into a paradise. The house was always lighted, either by the sun or by the moon. As you walk into the presence of the house, you feel a wave of peace wash over you.
The house was owned by a nice young women. She had a noble upbringing; her back was always straight, and she walk with an air of dignity. She was also very quiet. The neighbors never bother to invite her to tea parties anymore, she usually just sits there and read, but the neighbors like her though, she was a very likeable person.
On that night, the young lady was sitting in her study. Reading and taking notes, her glasses arched on her nose. Occasionally, she took out her wand, and chant something, than shook her head, and scribble in her notebook.
Far away from, Salazar and Rowena's homes, was a castle, situated on the mountain top. The castle was decked out in red and gold. The castle was very vast, with tons of rooms. There were all sort of rooms, rooms filled with books. Room filled with potions. There was even a room filled from top to bottom with sweets.
This castle, though big, is very clean. The castle itself was mostly empty, except for a handsome gentleman who lives in it.
That night, the owner of the castle was calm even though something terrible happened to him that morning. He seemed to shook it off his head, and went to bed peacefully.