founders friendships - godric and rowena
Rowena understood him completely in that moment. Sometimes she longed for freedom, too, just as she longed for knowledge. The sight of the mountains, the trees, the wide blue sky… she felt her chest tighten with longing. It was no coincidence that both she and Godric had chosen towers for their common rooms.
Ice and fire. Two sides of the same coin.
“You can talk to them?”
Salazar jumped and jerked his head around. He had not heard her approach, had not realised that anyone was listening. A small snake with dull copper scales hissed as it darted back into the grass and out of sight.
Helga felt a flush of shame at having startled Salazar, but she could not swallow her curiosity. “You talk to them – and they understand? They talk back?”
He nodded, his expression still and guarded. “Yes. We have an understanding.”
She had not intended to eavesdrop on him. Though could it be called eavesdropping, when she could not decipher the words he was speaking?
Helga had been wandering through the sunlit forest when she heard it. A voice, first soft then harsh, twisted through the trees. She couldn’t understand the words which sounded slurred, strangled – but she recognised Salazar’s voice. It made no sense. Then she realised that he was speaking another language. Parseltongue.
Rowena had always been suspicious of Salazar’s alleged ability, calling it a ‘dark’ art. Helga wasn’t so sure. “What were you saying to it?”
Salazar burst into a rare fit of laughter. “Do you honestly want to know what I was saying to a snake?” His amusement had melted away any feelings of awkwardness. “It is hard to describe. What they say - if you can put it that way - doesn’t translate exactly.” He shrugged. “If you must know, I was gaining its trust. When they trust, they obey. It’s a kind of affinity.”
Helga stared. “It’s… amazing,” she said, awestruck. “I would dearly love to be able to do the same.”
The smile slipped from Salazar’s face, but his expression was not unfriendly. “Would you?” he murmured.
She laughed. “Of course!” The sun had sunk low and the light that filtered through the trees was tinged red. “Come,” she said, turning back to the castle, “it grows dusk.”
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Helga felt the tensions perhaps more keenly than Godric and Salazar themselves. The veiled threats, the insults, the growing coldness between two former friends. Soon she could not eat, food turning to stone in her mouth. They all knew it - the end was coming.
She stood in her office watching the fire burn itself out.
"My lady?" Helga jumped and turned. Salazar lingered behind her.
"Leave," she said, furiously wiping her eyes, "I did not permit you to enter."
He shrugged, but didn’t move. “I came to help. You need me. A friend.”
Yes, she thought, but she shook her head."How can you help when the world is falling apart?" When you are the cause of the world falling apart? The last went unsaid.
Salazar was as stubborn as she was. He crossed the room in two strides and took her hand. “I am going nowhere,” he whispered, leaning close. “I know what you think, but forget it. Nowhere.”
Helga allowed herself a smile and tried to believe him. She closed her eyes and ran her thumb over the palm of his hand, imagined that this was another life. It was comfort enough, for now.
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helga // rowena → requested by anonThough they met later in life than Godric and Salazar, Rowena and Helga were possibly the closest of the four founders. In many ways they fulfilled each other – one the heart and the other the mind. Working together to build Hogwarts, they came to rely upon one another. Rowena, though fiercely independent and sometimes proud, valued Helga’s counsel above all others. And Helga had no greater champion after boldly deciding to go against her friends and “teach the lot”. When Helena ran away, it was Helga that comforted Rowena in her grief.
"What do you dream about, Slytherin?
Her. Her lips. Her hands. Her hair. Her skin. Her voice ringing through stone halls. Halls he built.
"Nothing. I dream of nothing."
they shared a wish, a hope, a dream
rowena ravenclaw & godric gryffindor → astronomy
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Tom Hiddleston's Ice Bucket Challenge + his tongue