Chapter 3
Twenty minutes later, the hall had been emptied of students and only the crazy white psycho dudes, the founders and the f rambunctious trick-or-treaters remained.
Whispering to the others, Godric said: "How do we get rid of the idiots?"
Still whispering, the messy haired kid stated: "Leave it to me." Turning to the crazy white robed sect, he said pompously with a hiss to his deep throated voice: "My faithful followersssss, be gone. I will sssspeak to you at a later moment. Wait for my ssssommonssss."
Hesitantly, the leader asked: "Might we respond to the others sssommonsss." All four travelers began to snicker at his poor imitation.
"Yesss. Now go my ssssnake bitsss."
As the white psycho dudes left Hogwarts, the normally stoic Salazar Slytherin snickered, hissing under his breath. "Finally someone found a way to get rid of those idiots. I feel sorry for you. At least they'll leave me alone." Turning to the teenagers, he demanded. "Now, where's Bessy!"
Leaning over to the girl, the dark haired boy whispered in her ear. In turn she turned to the read head next to her and whispered like wise. This continued as he asked the last boy, who asked Rowena who asked Helga who asked Godric. Godric then turned to Salazar. "Who's Bessy?"
Everyone shrunk back as Salazar turned a dark angry red.
"Who's Bessy? Who's Bessy! You skin her and impersonate her and you didn't bother to ask her her name before doing so?"
Muttering, the dark haired boy stated: "There wasn't much room for conversation before I stabbed her with Gryffindor's sword."
"You what? Godric, why did you have you sword lying around again? First it was Bo the Blast-ended screwt, then it was sunny the thestral and now my precious Bessy ahs fallen to your sword!"
Finally turning from Salazar, the others looked at the four teens.
"So, who are you?"
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