I Want Crazy (Sal)

[Morgana le Fay]

Patience was not one of her virtues. Years of being trained to be early had ingrained it in her that everyone should be, so she considered anyone that arrived on the scene after her late even though she logically knew that they weren't. So she stood and waited for Salazar to return from his oh-so-important meeting with her older self. She thought it was a bad idea, and he knew it, but oh well. He would see, and then she would gloat.

Oh, yes, there would be so much gloating.

She whistled through her teeth and shifted boredly, blowing her bangs out of her eyes. He needed to show up, soon; time was ticking down to when he said to meet up with him. She would never let him forget it if he was late. Nope. Never.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar's meeting with future Morgana had been interesting. He felt as if her heart had stopped when she'd seen him. Obviously, he'd meant a lot to her some time before. She was so broken in the future. He saw it in her eyes, she cared naught of the world around her. She did her duty as she should, but nothing more mattered to her. She was currently training the next Lady and that was her sole role in life. He could see that once her apprentice became the Lady, she would lock herself forever in Avalon, never to be seen again. He'd learned some of Morgana's life, some of why she was the way she was, both now and in the future. He'd also felt his own heart break speaking to her. He never wanted to see Morgana so emotionally broken again. It had killed him, to see her without anything. Giving up her worldly friends and interests had been bad for her.

He knew she was waiting for him to get back, and that she would consider him to be late already, but he walked slowly towards the school. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do or say to his dear Morgana. Well, who he hoped to be his dear Morgana. He was crazy, absolutely crazy, for thinking it, but his talk with future Morgana proved that the strange feelings he'd been having were actually love. He had to tell her. Hopefully that fact she told him so long ago was true. If so it meant that she gave him a chance to love her...

He pushed open the doors into the entrance hall and put a smirk on his face, trying to prevent his confusion from showing. "You're early, Morgana, as usual."

[Morgana le Fay]

She fiddled with her pocket watch absentmindedly, smiling a little. Dumbledore had given her this watch; it had ravens engraved in it. She thought it was beautiful...and shiny. She liked shiny things, as a rule, perhaps because she had spent a lot of her young life as a raven as per Vivianne's instructions. As a matter of fact, she actually preferred to be a raven usually.

She snapped the watch shut when he spoke up and smirked a little. She would ask about her adult self later, she decided. She was...sort of happy that he was back. Not that she'd admit that outwardly, of course.

"If you are not early, then you're late," she quipped.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar loved the smile that was on her face when he walked through the doors. That watch Dumbledore had given her, it was the perfect gift. He's almost wished he had found it himself. He wished she'd smile at him like that. He think his heart would skip a beat if he did.

He let off an unnoticeable sigh of relief when she refrained from immediately asking of future Morgana. He wished to push off that portion of the conversation for now.

"I was held up by a certain Lady with the name of Morgana. She nearly refused to let me leave."

[Morgana le Fay]

She laughed softly as she pocketed her watch. These robes...she did not remember them from her tenure at Hogwarts, brief though it was. They must have been instituted later. They offended her aesthetic tastes, honestly, in the worst possible way, and that was how she knew that they were Godric's idea. Only he offended her sense of good taste so much without even trying.

Something that may or may not have been a trace of a smile found her face at his comment.

"I did not take her for the talkative type. Your visit went well, then?"

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar saw her distaste of the robes on her face. He agreed, frankly, they were too... plain for him. He much preferred the clothes he had worn at his time. Or the ones he wore now, actually, they were comfy.

He smiled internally at the touch of a smile that reached her lips. "Define well, Morgana. I learned much, but perhaps not what I would have wanted to know." He sighed, "and she refused to speak of Avalon, nor would she speak of why she's hidden it and herself."

[Morgana le Fay]

She had adopted the tendency of occasionally dressing as a man in her own time, in the fashion of a lady-knight that called herself Verity of whom she'd become very fond. According to history, Verity had married Godric in the future; Morgan had to admit to her approval of the pairing. Verity had been in his House in Hogwarts, shortly before Morgan was brought into the future. The Germanic companion that Godric now kept, on the other hand, she was not so sure about. Germans were barbarians, and she did not trust them.

"I warned you that she was bound to be infuriating; you listened not. Of course she told you little," she scoffed. "She is me, after all. Do I ever outright reveal anything to you?"

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar had always found interest in Morgana's clothing choice back when women wore dresses. He had felt that she, as a woman and therefore inferior, should not dress as men did. He'd recently started seeing Morgana as much closer to an equal that most women were. Because they had been an inferior gender for so long, many of them had lesser powers than he, and therefore were still inferior.

"I never expected her to tell me simply, however she refused even to hint through some cryptic message as you seem to enjoy. I believe she's lost all care for anything other than riddles and doing her duty. None of her riddles even hinted at Avalon, and I of all people should have noticed if they had."

"She seems to be a touch less intent on interfering in the lives of others. Unless the entirety of Britain is at stake, she does nothing. She cares naught of Voldemort or horcruxes. You would have, excuse my term, butted in from the moment you began to notice anything fishy."

[Morgana le Fay]

Dresses were extremely difficult to duel in. She'd adopted her habit of dressing like a man out of necessity, mostly....well, also because she despised corsets. They were uncomfortable, and made breathing hard. There ought to have been a law in regards to clothing that restricted one's ability to breathe, she thought. It seemed horribly irresponsible to allow the continued use of such garments.

"She is old; it is not uncommon for our kind to cease caring entirely at some point in our lives," she shrugged.

She knew the actual reason for her adult self's behavior, but opted to ignore it as long as she could. There had been a reason that Morgan was so opposed to knowing her fate before it occured, after all; she'd always known that it would be dreadfully depressing.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar, as a male, understood not the difficultly of dueling in a dress. Nor did he understand the inability to breathe in tightened corsets. All he knew was how beautiful she looked when dressed up. Perhaps she would be willing to wear dresses of this time, which did not use corsets, but still emphasized her waist.

"Perhaps, but she seems not to be you. Only her memories assured me that she was not some other woman who stole the name of Morgana le Fay. She acts naught like you."

Salazar wondered if she knew why future Morgana acted as she did. Perhaps it had to do with Salazar and her getting married, as she said the history books spoke of them doing. Though, from how each of them were portrayed in history, they probably believed them to be the most evil couple of all time... that would not be the case if they ever were to fall in love... or if she were to, in any case.

[Morgana le Fay]

She was willing to admit that dresses had come a long way since the days of restrictive corsets and impracticality. Still, she was not inclined to wear them; these modern women had so many choices in clothing available to them! It had been disorienting for her at first, she was willing to admit. Ultimately, she had chosen to stick by what she liked to wear, which was generally fairly simple. Let no one say that Morgana le Fay was ever an empty-headed court flower, there to sit decoratively at her brother's left hand as a compliment to mighty Merlin. She was among the mightiest of witches in any time, and was far too proud to let herself dress and act like the other court ladies.

"I am a woman of many faces," she reminded him with a dry smile. "Who outlives everyone that I ever care about. If history speaks true, you are included in that, little snake."

And, oh, she wished that he weren't. She wasn't ever liable to admit that; she had her pride, and, anyway, was he not courting that cold girl? Still. Immortality was a curse more than it could ever be a blessing.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar had to admit that as much as Morgan dressed simply, it suited her. He wished she would wear dresses, she would look so beautiful, but she was more simple than that. Her powers were far greater than many witches or wizards and she wished to be perceived in such a manner.

"Many faces, perhaps, but I've never seen one so distraught and helpless as hers. She seemed to have given up on the world. Believed that nothing was important anymore other than protecting her sacred home. Does losing loved ones cause so much grief?"

Despite knowing it would cause her pain someday, Sal found himself dearly hoping that she would care about him that much. His opinion on her had changed sometime recently. He still enjoyed their sarcastic tones and sniping comments, but he wished also for something more loving and intimate.

[Morgana le Fay]

Morgana had never been called particularly lovely while her brother lived. She'd been seen more as the magic behind the throne, a powerful counterpoint to Merlin, but rarely ever as a court lady. It had been after Arthur died that poets began to call her "beautiful Morgana," "Morgana the Raven," and all of her various other epithets that she'd accrued over the ages. It had also, coincidentally, even after that time that she began to be viewed as evil.

"I pray that you never know," she replied solemnly.

It was, indeed, very painful to lose those that one cared about. She had experienced that enough to know this; she hoped that Salazar didn't.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar chucked to himself, remembering some of the poems Morgana happened to be thinking of at that moment. She was described as a beauty, a raven, but only after her precious Arthur died. He'd read some of them, the description was too far off, as a matter of fact.

"All thy potential loved ones seem to hate me, dearest, it seems I may never know," he said sarcastically, referencing both the people of modern times, and his old friend, Godric, who believes the lies of this time.

[Morgana le Fay]

She had been, in her girlhood, feared widely for her magic. Even once she had grown into it as an adult, people had looked at her sideways often, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it didn't, they had all pretended to have trusted her all along, but she knew better. Nobody trusted someone that never grew old. Even in this time, Dumbledore was suspicious of her at best and waiting for her to ruin everything at worst.

"Hm. Well. I don't hate you," she shrugged. "Take that as you will."