Wrath
Rowena stormed through the halls with such ferocity that students were being forced to throw themselves against the wall to avoid her speeding form. The look of shock on their faces as they did so proved to each other that no one had ever seen the Head of House so angry before. In fact, normally, her emotions were kept so far under the skin that students not in Ravenclaw often believed her to be completely emotionless.
Rowena didn't care. At this point, all she wanted was to get her hands around the throat of Salazar Slytherin.
Slamming open another door, making another group of students jump out of their skins, she screamed, internally of course, as Salazar eluded her once more.
He was unbelievable.
Half an hour previously, she would have defended him to the hilt, and frequently had to, against Helga and Godric, and said that his muggle-born hatred was just a phase, nothing to worry about, he rarely showed it in front of students, so what did it matter?
That was before she'd been visited in her office by two trembling first years, a boy of the name Boot and a girl of the name Corner. Both muggle born students in her house, who were undoubtedly also some of the brightest in their year. She hoped Corner would continue with her transfiguration studies, and she knew that Helga was convinced that Boot was a Healer in the making. They were also two well behaved students, there had been the odd instance of misbehaviour but nothing to rival the antics of the Slytherins and Gryffindors particularly.
Yet here they were, telling her that they had been advised it would be in their best instance to return to muggle life.
After much probing, she finally managed to squeeze out the name of the person who told them this, and just about managed to stay calm until she had sent them off to the kitchens with an obliging elf, for some well needed refreshment.
And now, she was on a hunt. A hunt for Salazar Slytherin, whose prejudice had finally got the better of him and caused him to collar two of her best first year students.
Walking straight past a duel between two third years, house unknown due to the excess of smoke that surrounded them, she burst into the staffroom to find Helga and Godric holding a mildly irritated conversation.
Helga had five first years come to her, it turned out. Godric had six.
They were both justifiably irritated with Salazar, although pleased to see that for once she wasn't defending him.
Yet neither were physically shaking with anger. Neither of them were seething and almost unable to form a sentence.
Rowena Ravenclaw was, for the first of very few times in her life, speechless.
Why was she so much angrier with Salazar than them?
Feeling her stomach covertly, she knew why.
He had let her down. Badly. And she was so angry, she was quite unsure how she was going to explain her predicament to Helga and Godric in a few months.
They were both intelligent, after all, though not as intelligent as she. Although she hadn't proved her intelligence recently, she thought to herself.
She was filled with wrath, and it felt sinful. But that was mainly due to the fact that it was making her realise just exactly how much difficulty she had put herself and her stomach in.
Damn Salazar. He was the cause of all this. The sinful anger, and everything that proceeded it.