Unto Eternity (Slytherin)

[Salazar Slytherin]

"I believe he had a brother, at least, as the name Ambrosius was owned by one of the students we are... were considering to be part of our first class at Hogwarts. It is...was not a common name of the time and I believe it may have been a relation of Merlin."

Salazar had heard of plays of Morgana and Merlin, and they made him laugh aloud. They showed them as rivals purely and only. There was no hint at the friendship or fondness they had towards one another. They were rivals, yes, but they did not truly dislike one another. It was fun to see the misinterpretations those modern day playwrights used.

"You may be correct. Even Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of his time, at least in Britain, uses lies and trickery to accomplish much. Yet many believe him to be truthful and trustworthy. It is rather interesting."

[Morgana le Fay]

"It's likely," she agreed. "As I said, he would not have known, and so I do not."

Playwrights took many liberties with Morgana. How Evienne had become Merlin's true love and Morgana had become an evil fay in modern depictions was anyone's guess. Her mind was still reeling from the depictions of Evienne as being not only good, but having learned magic from Merlin. What fools, modern magical folk! Evienne and Morgana had both been born before Merlin, at almost the same time!

"He is likely more truthful than many wizards of his day."

[Salazar Slytherin]

"It is a question to ask Dumbledore someday, though not one that matters at present."

Salazar was intrigued by the method of which Morgana was portrayed in modern plays. She was evil, scheming, and the nemesis of both Merlin and his "true love" Evienne. Evienne, on the other hand, was Merlin's close friend and lover. There were times he wanted to curse the playwrights and the actresses because of the depiction of Evienne. He despised her, less than Morgana, of course, but still despised her, and hated that she was portrayed in such a manner.

"If you consider riddles that circle both the truth and lies to be more truthful, then yes, he may be considered so."

[Morgana le Fay]

"It's basically irrelevant," she agreed.

She didn't like to ask questions that had meaningless answers, so she wasn't asking that one. What would it accomplish to know that, in some distant way, Albus Dumbledore was related to Merlin Ambrosius? He was talented, but not the wizard Merlin had been. Not by a long shot. For all of his years, Dumbledore lacked the edge that had made Merlin the enchanter he'd been.

A more violent witch would have destroyed the library had she found herself in the sort of mood Morgana was in after she read that first play. Sweet. Gentle. Curious. Evienne. HAH. Hardly. The woman was a menace. Surely, it would have amused her to see what modern Britannia thought of her, if she ever thought to leave her lake.

"I am rather fond of riddles," she noted with a tiny smile.

[Salazar Slytherin]

He nodded, he was curious about it but it mattered not.

Salazar could only imagine how pissed off Morgana must have been when she’d seen the way Evienne was portrayed. He knew her to not be a violent person, but even so, she must have been mad. He suspected that whoever had be near her at the time would have been lucky that she disliked violence. Otherwise… another block would have been leveled.

“Of course, dear Morgana, I know this well, but they are not always as truthful as yours.”

[Morgana le Fay]

She wasn't always of a...necessarily patient mindset. She annoyed quickly and calmed slowly; in her youth, she'd accidentally destroyed entire buildings in her rages, until she learned to gather her wits and calm down. It was luck, then, that it was after her tutelege under Vivianne that Morgana had time-traveled. When she was younger, she would have torn apart the library accidentally. There was a downside to being fay-born...

"There is almost always truth to be gleaned in a riddle," she responded. "Obscure and ambiguous though it may be."

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar had heard stories of Morgana’s rage fits during her childhood. Though he knew none of the people she had grown up with, stories passed through the time well. His thought of her leveling the block was not an exaggeration. She had once destroyed a block of a street in her childhood, a time when buildings were made of stone. Not easy to destroy.

“Perhaps.”