SALAZAR SLYTHERIN
As Godric continued to laugh and make fun of the two witches that had confronted him, I was thinking, as I always do.
"Godric." I began.
"Yes, Salazar, old chap? I really owe you one. If I had to duel that lady, how cruel I would seem to beat her out of her wits!"
"I'd be careful if I were you. That witch was Rowena Ravenclaw."
"I heard; if you hadn't noticed, she was saying that over and over."
"Because she's supposedly the brightest witch of our age! If you had dueled her, she would have used spells on you that you could have only dreamed of. You may have been dead, Godric!"
"Her? The brightest witch of our age? That's a good one, Salazar!" Godric chortled.
"No! I am serious, Godric! Did you see that silver circlet on her head?" I licked my lips.
"I guess, but I didn't really pay attention to it. Why?"
"Rumor has it that it's a diadem of knowledge. It enhances the wearer's wit and cleverness. Imagine the amount someone would pay for that."
"Rumor, Salazar, rumor. You can never trust the town gossip."
"Well, I don't think it is gossip, Godric. It seems very true. After all, she can't become as powerful as she is without that!" I looked around quickly. "I've heard she's a half-blood." I spat. Godric stared blankly back at me.
"And how does that pertain to her intelligence?" he asked. "Come, let's apparate to Diagon Alley." We both turned simultaneously and left the budding town of Hogsmeade behind.
"She's the daughter of a Muggle and a wizard, Godric. That wizard is shamed for life!" Godric stopped in his tracks.
"Why?"
"He married a Muggle! Muggles are Stupi*!"
"They are not, Salazar. Just because they aren't of magical blood doesn't mean—"
"Forget it." I said loudly to stop him. "You wouldn't understand." I muttered to myself. We walked in silence until we arrived at the Apothecary.
"Milady." Godric opened a door for a young woman and gallantly bowed. She giggled and blushed. I rolled my eyes. Godric Gryffindor always gets the ladies.