AN: I am sorry for not updating in a while but I needed some time to try and figure where the story would go and also start my new Doctor Who fanfiction.
"Tell me, Helga: Do you think that the boy currently staring at my back will stop anytime soon?" The boy whom Salazar had been referring to started to blush and immediately stared down at his food which rested on the Gryffindor table.
This morning they had all opted to sit together on Godric's table so they may talk about the day ahead without having to set up one of Salazar's mental conference charms or start shouting across the tables at one another. Also, it was extremely obvious - although, if questioned, Salazar probably wouldn't admit it - that he enjoyed being around his wife immensely and that he was benefitting from this table sharing much more than he was letting on.
"Your timetable, Mr. Po- Slytherin," Salazar was the last to receive his lesson plan, and when he did get around to it, Snape looked extremely annoyed that a lookalike of his ex-rival, James Potter, was in his house.
Salazar's timetable matched Helga's in every way - it was no coincidence that every single Hufflepuff shared their lessons with the Slytherins and vice-versa. (AN: I know Slytherins usually share classes with Gryffindors but I'm changing that a little bit to fit with the Salazar/Helga thing.)
Session 1 - Defence Against the Dark Arts - Professor Quirrel
Session 2 - Herbology - Professor Sprout
Session 3 - Transfiguration - Professor McGonagall
Free Period - Lunch
Session 4 - Potions - Professor Snape
Session 5 - Potions - Professor Snape
Salazar felt conflicting as to what to think about his last lesson of the day. His primary reaction would probably be 'Yay! Double potions!'. Although his recent encounter with Snape left him to wonder whether the benefits would outweigh the downsides of having the 'esteemed potions master'.
Quirrel was useless, neither Salazar nor Helga learnt a thing from the lesson (not that they would have anyway). Professor Sprout was very bubbly and Helga simply loved 'playing with her plants' as Salazar always aptly put it. McGonagall was the same as she was at the sorting: stern yet kind if you gave her the chance. To define Snape in one word would be quite easy: torture. He seemed to love making the first years feel bad about themselves by doing nothing but placing instructions on the board and informing them of what potion they would be brewing, before shouting at them for not doing well enough.
All in all, Salazar and Helga had a very interesting day and were quite content to simply snuggle up in bed and go to sleep in order to refuel on energy.