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hogwarts houses and the four elements / slytherin + water people with a strongly emphasized water element are feeling types and are very sensitive. their imaginative and emotional lives are deep and rich. used for healing, cleansing, and purification, water is related to the west, and associated with passion and emotion.
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1000 Picspams Challenge | #122 - Modern Salazar Slytherin
Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.
wildmoored:
“I can do one better,” said Garrett, raising his eyebrows. “Two of the boys in my dorm, Fred and George, they’re right clever. And they’ve already gotten into just about everywhere there is to get into. I reckon they already know. So then it’s just … getting them to tell me. But I think they would… and I don’t think it’d be too much of a problem.” Garrett covered for the twins more than once already, and had kept watch once or twice without asking what it was that they were doing. That was a favour owed as far as he was concerned.
Maybe not owed, specifically, but one unspoken. And they were friends. Friends sometimes helped each other and didn’t ask why or what or where. Didn’t they?
There was still time before the next block of classes. Ten minutes ago Garrett had been slightly bothered by the spell-locked door; now he was grateful for it. Looking over at Stephen, his conversation turned more casual. “…what’s your life like, this time around?” Sat on the desk, Garrett swung his feet back and forth. The movement felt calming in an otherwise significant moment.
“I mean… my parents aren’t dead. My father’s actually… happy. I don’t know if they’re the same. Maybe I’m making it all up. But I remember it being so different.”
Stephen glanced at the door. He should unlock it, should he? If someone tried to enter and found it closed that way, they would wonder, would try to open it. Then they would be in trouble, and a kind of trouble that he didn’t want to face, not now, not before they’d even really done anything worthy of a reproach.
What Garrett was telling him, however, captured too much of his attention to actually stand up and open the room. « Don’t make my name, though. »
He’d never been much of a troublemaker, or, well, he’d never wanted anything to think of him in those terms. That had to be the main reason he didn’t want Garrett to tell these Fred and George (weren’t they the Wesleys?) about his accomplice. --- Wouldn’t they also wonder why Garrett had picked a Slytherin for that little adventure? ---A Slytherin? The Slytherin. But they wouldn’t know anything about that, would they --- or about the fact that there was really nothing to be surprised about? No one would know anything. Sometimes Stephen doubted his own sense of what was true.
He sighed and looked at Garrett; he was... mad just like him, it seemed. And also young (well, not young. They were the exact same age, weren’t they?), maybe happy, happier, even his own person.
« Well, I... have a younger sister. She’s a baby, a few months old. We have a name but, uhm... », he shrugged, amused, « don’t own any lands. I think it’s all rather normal. But, yes, I remember it being different too. » It wasn’t normal at all. « I think I remember your sister, too, and... ---You know that if someone heard us we’d be sent to St Mungo’s right away, don’t you? »
The only way Garrett could possibly describe the pain in his head, if he were asked that is, would be to compare it to taking a Bludger at full speed and then falling straight on to the pitch. He looked as though his face was stuck in a perpetual scowl, glaring and unfriendly, but he wondered if this was truly what death felt like. Wait outside, he'd told Alice, just let me take care of this and don't wander off. Garrett did not know exactly what Godric had looked like when he was this age, but he could hazard enough of a guess that the reason Salazar had bothered with him at all was because he, too, could see the resemblance. The door closed behind him and Garrett did not wait to be invited to speak. "I need your help," said Garrett bluntly, brows knit together as he tried to focus despite the dull throbbing in his temple. Could a magical sensation make a blood vessel burst? He'd need a potion later too. "This is weird, I know it is, but but look me in the eyes and tell me you don't know who I am, because I need to get back, and I know you know that too."
Salazar, at first, did not move his head at all. He only looked up from his desk and stared at the boy a little askance. Then he also raised his head and regarded the, well, the intruder, technically speaking, with all of his attention. It seemed like the situation truly warranted it. « Admittedly, I have two theories. The first is that you are Godric's bastard and you came for your father, but since you don't know how to approach him, you came to me. But that sounds a little too mundane, doesn't it? The second, on the other side... » And that was where he laid his back against his chair and clasped his hands together. The girl outside, he'd never seen before, but this one was a whole different matter. He did look him in the eyes, directly, though he tilted his head a little as he pondered. « The second is a little more interesting but also more... of a problem. Someone has played with an hourglass, perhaps? »
"I didn't have any bastards," retorted Garrett incredulously, wrinkling his nose. Then he added a moment later in partial uncertainty, "none I knew of — know of — whatever," he finished with emphasis. For all he knew there may've been little bastard Godrics running around somewhere in Sweden or Rome or gods-only-knew where, but he'd never heard word of them. He met Salazar's gaze evenly. Garrett was not Godric. He had not endured the same struggles and losses, had not needed to bear the same loneliness and had not needed to fight any battles. He'd never taken a life nor nearly had his taken. But he knew what it was to bear an awful secret that would mean the end of his life as he knew it if the wrong person or people ever discovered it. He was afraid of that fate. He was not afraid of Salazar. Whether he would call himself by this name or as Stephen, this man was his best friend. "Bit more complicated than that. My classmate was fucking around with magic she shouldn't have been." Rude, but true as far as he believed it. "The bottom line is this: A thousand years from now, you and Godric and Rowena and Helga will walk these halls again. You come back. Born into a new life. Three guesses who I am, Sal, and the first two don't count."
Such a frank and direct stare that was. Had the situation been different, Salazar would have considered it rude --- or a challenge. But the situation, as sudden as it could seem, was what it was, and that stare the boy was giving him was neither of those things. Insolent, perhaps, but honest. The blue of the iris unmistakable even in the dim light of the study.
Wanting absolute certainty, Salazar prodded the young man’s mind with a soft brush of Legilimency. A dangerous thing to do if what he said was true (and Salazar, so accustomed to lies, liked to believe that he was indeed good at spotting the truth); but he sought no journey in the future, vicariously, through another’s thoughts. He found, however, familiarity --- and thus retreated from the maze of the boy’s head.
Reincarnation, “fucking around” with magic. It was a problem. It didn’t matter how much he wished to know, the only feasible thing to do was to fix this as soon as possible, to consign everyone to their right time. Perhaps he ought to be overly cautious and drink something to forget about the meeting entirely, once everything was said and done, lest temptation came back knocking on his door.
Salazar stared, rather attentively, and raised an eyebrow. « I think you might be Helga. Though I must say, she never called me “Sal”. » A brief pause, dripping sarcasm. « Now that this is cleared... I believe I will have to fix what your classmate caused, mh? You cannot possibly meet yourself. »
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Stephen’s sudden closeness in front of his face nearly made Garrett pull away towards the back of the chair. He forced himself to stare back into eyes that he had known since the dawn of Hogwarts, and yet only met two months ago.
God, this was fucking weird.
As Stephen explained Legilimency, a flicker of a memory sparked light into Garrett’s thoughts, and he interrupted without meaning to: “They had challenges over it,” he said. “Salazar tried to help Godric defend against it and Godric … randomly attacked Salazar in the halls to get him better at defending with a sword.” Garrett laughed at the memory as if he had been there. You were there, he reminded himself a moment later, and the smile faded. That was you.
He remained partially unconvinced that the founders had specifically planned their reincarnation, but since he could not disprove it either, Garrett merely shrugged, giving Stephen a half-nod. “I guess we’ll find out the truth once we get into the Restricted Section. Maybe. I hope we’ll find something, one way or another.
“As for permission… This is our school, isn’t it? It’s here because of us. As far as I’m concerned, that means we can go where we want, when we want, as long as we’re smart about not getting caught. We can’t be the only first years who’ve ever done something like it.”
(Little did he know, in two years, three first years from his own house would do a lot more than sneak into an off-limits section of the library. But that was a story yet to be told.)
“What d’you think?”
Stephen blinked. Godric Gryffindor charging across the entrance hall, holding up his fabled sword; having much more fun than anyone could ever imagine if they saw the scene personally. Salazar’s hand going for the wand or ready to cast a spell without a wand --- and then remembering the point of it all and drawing the sword. He couldn’t exactly see it happen, but there was a familiarity to the idea that should have scared him. And it did, a little. Only a little, because, on the other hand, he felt a chuckle bubbling in his chest and growing until he snorted, accompanying Garrett’s laughter.
« It is, technically, our school », he agreed. « We should have the right to do it. And even if we didn’t... as you said, we only need to be smart about not getting caught. »
If he’d sought Garrett with the hope and purpose to have a sensible explanation and to talk himself out of rather grandiose ideas about his situation--- well, this was clearly going in the opposite direction. But he didn’t feel particularly surprised. Maybe he should have known. Something in him told him that he should have known.
What did he expect, really? A possible reincarnation of Gryffindor to be level-headed? You didn’t have to be the possible reincarnation of Slytherin to realise the faults of your logic.
Stephen eyed the yellow and red colours of Garrett’s tie, then finally stood up with less doubts and a reassuring goal in his head; even if reaching that goal meant going where a first year shouldn’t set foot. He absent-mindedly paced around. « We do it. We’ll have to decide the time... avoid prefects in the corridors and other annoying complications. Maybe we should learn their routes? »
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“You realize that this entire plan between you and Garrett is going to crash and burn, right?”
« Let me handle it and it will go as smoothly as a snake through the water. Why so much worry? I will only get him a girl, not a dragon. This is... entirely mundane, really. » There are much worse things they all could be doing, after all.
“Oh? What’s their name? Tell me about them? When do I get to meet them?”
« Ah, she’s called... Clare. Blond, a Slytherin, her parents are nice. And, well... I don’t thik she will ever come here. We’d like to keep it a little private, if we can manage it. Sorry, Mrs Potter. »
“You were there, you can tell me, who the hell did I offend in my past life? Actually – don’t answer that. I can figure it out for myself.” They were teaming up against him, his mum and Stephen, and he was glad that Rachel and Heather were off doing whatever it was they did. They probably would have teamed up against him too. “Unless what?”
Yes, better leave that one unanswered, for a number of reasons. Stephen raised his eyebrows and stared at Garrett askance. « Unless you wanted to fuck, I suppose. But getting a girlfriend for that only is... well, tiresome. The full package just to have one thing. But that is why I will look for one myself, I’ll make sure that the rest is worth it, mh? »
“Uh-huh.” Lily is sceptical. “And what about your own lack of significant other, Stephen?” The blind leading the blind, it seemed to her.
« But I do have one. If I didn’t, Garrett could look for one on my behalf, and vice versa. We have each other’s back, entirely. »
“I tried an advertisement already, Stephen. It didn’t work. ”
« Ah, well. I suppose I’ll have to do it myself, then? A blind date. I’ll pick the girl personally. Trust me with this, Mrs Potter. »
“Is she paying you? How much did she pay you? You’re supposed to be my best friend, Stephen.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then dropped down his hand, glaring at his friend. But he said he’d go along with this, damnit. “At least if you’re in charge then you know what to look for.” Not like Garrett had a clue himself, but it was a start.
« Garrett, you wound me. She didn’t pay me, but now that you mention it... I might ask her to. I’ll find you a nice one, I promise. » There was a hint of amusement in his voice. He was not trying to hide it with any particular effort, either. « Though I don’t know why you’d need one, to be entirely honest. Unless--- »
“Fine, I’ll go on a date so my mum will stop trying to set me up with forty-year-old men. Gods above. How do you even start with something like that? I mean… do I just put out treats and wait until a girl comes by? Should I go buy a coffee? Christ.”
« Do I have to actively look for a girlfriend on your behalf, Garrett? A little advertisement, maybe? Please girls, come date my friend, he’s is tall, brown-haired, moderately handsome, with a deep dark secret? It might work, if I set my mind to it. »
RULES // repost, don’t reblog ; fill in the questions with characters your muse knows ; you can not repeat people.
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Some of these will be canon, some will be RP since he’s got all of three other people to reference in canon…
PERSON THEY CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: Slightly tempted to change the name and leave the same answer here, but I’ll rewrite it like a good person. The answer is Godric, with the caveat that he can indeed live without him, only he’s got a great amount of bitterness and anger in him. And even when he’s not living in Godric’s vicinity, there’s still his undeniable influence. PERSON WHO NEVER FAILS TO MAKE THEM SMILE: probably his daughters. PERSON THEY FEEL SAFE TO BE VULNERABLE AROUND: Godric. PERSON THEY WANT TO SPEND THEIR LIFE WITH: he’s already married and he chose that one carefully, so his wife here. PERSON THEY FEEL THEY NEED TO PROTECT: he hasn’t strong feelings in that sense, but his daughters again. PERSON THEY ARE AFRAID TO BE REJECTED BY: whenever he plans something for a long time, the possibility that something might go wrong because he misinterpreted someone’s feelings or ideas on the matter is always there. He not exactly “afraid” of it, but said possibility can be a cause of distress. PERSON THEY’D TAKE SHIT FROM & NOT MIND: Godric. PERSON THEY WOULDN’T HESITATE TO KILL: ...a great deal of people to be entirely honest. PERSON THEY NEVER EXPECTED TO LIKE BUT NOW DO: Godric. PERSON THEY FEEL BETRAYED BY: the other three founders, but Godric especially. PERSON THEY RESPECT BUT DO NOT LIKE: I gotta delve into headcanons here and I haven’t one that specifically fits this description. I can assume anyway that any person in power who is good at using and keeping it, but whose views on some central topics differ from his own, would qualify. PERSON THEY FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE FAILED: I kind of think he’s a little too self-centered for this kind of feelings.
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Alexander Siddig as Salazar Slytherin.
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