Reunions (Godric)

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar hated this new time he was in. He was surrounded by half-bloods and muggle-borns. He most especially missed him friends. Salazar had once been a lone wolf, but after meeting Godric, Rowena, and Helga he enjoyed having company. It had been several weeks since he'd seen any of his friends. He had landed in this world in the middle of the summer break, and was slowly learning about what the world here was like. Dumbledore seemed to be a bad example of that which Godric would like. Cared for muggle-borns and welcomed any and all. Salazar did not hate Dumbledore, but was not terribly fond of him. He was also learning of Voldemort. One who believed himself to be the descendent of Salazar himself. He spoke parsletongue so he very well may be. Although he disliked muggle-born and impure magical folk, he wasn't intent on killing them, simply exiling them from his pure magical world and letting them live with the muggles in the non-magical world. Salazar thought of all this while he sat below a large tree on the lawns, hoping that he might spot Godric, for her was nearly certain the boy had come back in time as well.

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Goddy had heard some interesting news.  The most interesting news that he could have ever received.  There was a new kid!  Well, actually that was normal.  But what wasn't, was that Dumbledore called him to his office, and told him that he should watch after this Mr. Alexander.  Goddy even asked the kid's first name, but Dumbledore seemed to disappear before he could find out.  Goddy sighed, leaving the room.  He'd learned over the past two years that Dumbledore was a great man, who was just the sort of person he would pick.  The perfect successor to his legacy.  The future was looking good... as long as that Frenchman would just die.  Goddy had a bad feeling about the Frenchman.  Had a feeling that he'd actually become one of the biggest threats in England's history, including the Italians during WWII, Herpo the Foul, and Evienne.  Then again... he tended to think of things that were happening at that moment to be the most important events in history, a bad habit, which he would never break, nor perhaps even realize. 

Goddy made his way out of Hogwarts, wondering where this Mr. Alexander was.  Dumbledore didn't say what house he was in.  He had given Goddy a short description that seemed to match every other man in the halls.  Goddy decided he would wait until classes at least to find this person he was supposed to look after.  Goddy made his way along the lawns of Hogwarts, spotting a single person walking in the lawns.  Goddy paid no attention really to the person at first, until he slowly got closer. 

Could it be...?   No, it couldn't.  It had been two years for him.  It was just the distance and his eyes fooling him.  However, as he got closer, Goddy began to question that conclusion even more.  The man... he looked so familiar.  It couldn't be him though.  Could it?  Goddy let himself hope and quickly ran towards the figure, pulling out his blade from his sheath (hidden beneath his robes, as Dumbledore had requested him to), and holding it up to the man's back, with a serious look on his face, which was about to burst into a huge smile. 

"Stop, you scurvy knave and draw your blade to answer for everything!" Goddy said fairly seriously, though a smile burst onto his face, not able to hold it in no longer.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar saw Godric coming as soon as he stepped onto the grounds. He loosened his sword in his hidden sheath and prepared to draw. Hearing Godric’s voice was wonderful. He’d missed the old pain in the ass. As soon as the challenge was called he pulled his sword and spun, touching his sword tip to that of Godric’s. “I have naught to answer for you bampot,” he replied, a smile breaking out on his face as well, “it is you who has done wrong.”

He lifted the edge of his lip into a smirk, “you’ve done well for being a muggle loving idiot,” he chuckled. “Professor, I see, of what subject?” The professors wore different robes than students and he knew the moment Godric was close.

God he’d missed this annoying kid. Godric was the person who had turned Salazar from the lone wolf to a man with friends. It had been awhile since he’d seen Godric, though he was sure Godric had not seen him for longer. Rumor had it, Godric had been there two years, whereas Salazar had only been there two months.

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

Gryffindor let out a laugh at Sal's response, not letting his blade drop for one second, just in case, knowing that he would take the advantage if Sal had dropped his sword.  "Eat a crocodile, you currish clay-brained flap-dragon!" Godric retorted, though smiling, with a  mock sense of seriousness in his voice, having a nice joke with his best friend Salazar Slytherin, "I?  I have done naught wrong.  It is you, jolthead, who has wronged me!  Where hath thou been these passed two years?"  It was actually weird to speak like he had two years ago, having been working on his modern English, and had gotten very good with it, though he did not swear as Eliza seemed to, as he thought it a high sin to swear. 

Godric let another laugh escape him, just extremely giddy to see Sal again.  "It is not I who has a Frenchman as a follower," Godric replied with a smirk, to his comment on him being an idiot.  Why was it idiotic that he like muggles and muggleborns?  Were they not fascinating?  But he knew Sal's side.  He knew he would not convince him otherwise, though Goddy would try.  "Indeed, I am the Transfiguration Professor, well, assistant now that the professor has returned from a year long break."

If Sal missed Goddy, Goddy was exploding from missing Sal.  After all, he spent two years without any of his friends.  At least he had Eliza, and made several other friends, but none could replace his best friends in the world, his fellow founders, and yes.... that was Sal too, no matter how much he hated Sal at times.

[Salazar Slytherin]

((I’m totally not good at old insults… let’s just pretend Salazar has a response to them, lol))

Salazar chuckled in response, “never, you poxy prat!” It’d been so long since they’d had their arguments, not really, he knew, but his insults were starting to fade from the few months in this time period. “I hath lived my life in London, preparing for thine school, the very Hogwarts in which we both currently reside.” Even the two months he’d been in this school had changed the way he spoke some. He was unused to the insults, he hadn’t used them against anyone.

“Ah, the Lord Voldemort. He believes himself to be a follower of mine. My ideas shall never reach the extremes history believes them to. If thee believe me not, speakest to thine old companion, Morgana le Fay, Lady of the Lake.” Salazar knew his opinions differed from Godric’s, but his opinions would never reach genocide as Voldemort’s had. “Congratulations. I know you’ve always hoped to be a professor at our school, once it reached completion.”

[Godric Gillian Gryffindor]

"You dewberry, you moldwarp, you idle-brained lout.  Hast thou lost your touch?  Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile," Godric countered, quoting the words of a man named Shakespeare, which Goddy had a good time reading in his spare time.  It did indeed keep touch with his normal "old English" ways, though in this circumstance, he was running low on insults Sal would understand from their original time.  After all, Sal had been here for only two months.  That being said he had learned what the foul "F" word was on his first day at the school from a foul mouth empress of Italy.  Being around his beauty Eliza, and others of this time, he had learned to not reprimand one every time the foul word was uttered, though he would avoid using such a word at all costs.

"It hath been two years since I last saw you and that is all you have to offer?  Didst thou think I would not worry?" Goddy was upset that he hadn't had one of his friends from his time until finally now.  He had been fairly lonely, though Eliza had helped with that a bit.  The woman he was slated to marry.  Oh, he did love her with all of his heart.  A feisty young woman, surprising him with her attitude and her intelligence.  One might have mistook her for he cleaver of Rowena, but underneath with the heart of Helga and the fire of Sal, holding her opinion firmly.

"That is not what I have heard.  According to history, you created a chamber where a beast lay waiting its chance to kill the muggleborns of the school.  Dost thou have an explanation?" Godric accused, having read about a chamber opened awhile back while the Frenchman was at school.  He did want an explanation on that, though perhaps this wasn't the best time to accuse a good friend he had just met. 

"Aye," Godric replied with a smile, "And that is not the only news I have for you.  I am getting married.  And I would be honored if you would be my best man."  An honor bestowed upon his best guy friend, which was indeed Salazar.  Godric had read all about marriage in this era, and it was fairly different than their time, where marriage was thought of as primarily a private matter, with no uniform religious or other ceremony being required.  Today it was much different, and required much planning.