Helga looked out the window, watching the beautiful Spring day. As she looked outside, she saw a dragon handler approaching a Hungarian Horntail in the distance. "Look at that fool, wearing no protective gear and not even approaching with caution," said a voice behind her. She turned and found Salazar sneering out the window. She looked out again and saw that the handler was now kneeling in front of the big dragon. He reached out his hand and started tickling it.
"He's tickling it," exclaimed Helga.
"What in the bloody hell is he doing," exclaimed Godric. It turned out that all four founders were in the room now.
"He's tickling the bloody dragon, and he's going to get killed," Rowena said without looking up from her parchment she was writing on. It definitely seemed like Rowena was right though. The Horntail was waking up with flared nostrils and small flickering flames shooting out of its snout. The dragon got up, gave out a large, loud roar, swooped it's head down, and ate the person before he could even scream or run.
"You never EVER tickle a Hungarian Horntail dragon," Godric said with a shaky breath.
"Don't tickle any dragons at all," Helga retorted.
"Never tickle a sleeping dragon. Rowena, how do you say that in Latin," asked Salazar. "It would make a good motto for Hogwarts."
"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus," she replied.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. PERFECT!" shouted Salazar. The others flinched with his sudden increase in the volume of his voice.
"SHUT UP, SALAZAR!" shouted the other founders.
"You're going to break our eardrums," Godric complained.