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I just wanted to tell all of you that I am so so grateful for this RP experience!!!! You guys are amazing writers! Ty for helping me bring the slytherin siblings to life woooo.
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grydric:
Salazar was far too emotional to be out there, Godric was being to fear. Those who ran into battle fueled only by rage and not sense often were the first to fall. He had made a promise that he and Salazar were going to make it back to Hogwarts and his job was going to be extremely difficult if he kept running ahead of him.
“You can not leave me behind like that!” Godric growled at him,“We are here as a team. We work as a team. It’s the only way we have a chance of making out alive.”
He looked towards the square,“We can not just run in there. We need to do this as stealthily as we can. We are not going to be able to fight twenty muggles.”
Salazar ran a hand through his hair. He knew Godric was right, and it was truly for the best that he was there to balance out the uncharacteristic recklessness Salazar had exercised. Salazar nodded in agreement, still very much surprised by his own reaction before dismounting from his horse and turning to Godric.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.” He managed before turning to the village. “It looks like the muggles are looting them first. That may give us some time to herd the wizards into the woods without being seen.”
grydric:
Godric was far more used to the destruction than his dear friend was. Death was something he had encountered often in his time as a knight. Violent death was a friend of his. He had seen pyres before. He had watched enemies steal children from their parents and force them to watch as they died. He had seen torture in so many that he could not count them all. Perhaps that was why he froze as he saw the smoke.
He couldn’t help but think of those who he had watched pass before. It wasn’t until his dear friend began to race away from him did he move. “Salazar!” He yelled after his friend, urging his horse faster as he tried to focus his scrambled mind. “Salazar, we have to plan for this!”
Salazar felt the blood rush to his ears as he neared the village, the vague calls of his friend overwhelmed by the beating of his heart and fury pumping in his veins. He urged his horse to go faster, only to have it lurch back at another plume of smoke erupting from sparks and fire. Salazar felt himself lose balance as his eyes grew wide in surprise. He managed to steady his horse, allowing that moment to smack some sense into him. They were but a few yards from the chaos, the curling of screams and the sound of metal clanging offering no respite to Salazar’s anxiety.
“Right. You’re... You’re right.” He managed as Godric caught up to him. He unsheathed his sword and swallowed thickly.
“From what I saw, they rounded all of them up in the center square.” Sweat dripped down the nape of his neck as he forced the words up his throat. “Maybe twenty muggles... Maybe more.”
artistaxaltieri:
pureblood-hufflepuff
“This is all your fault.”
She shot him a look that she hoped he would feel to his bones. She couldn’t believe what just happened, and while she thought she was ready to scream at him when he’d followed her from the chambers, she found just silent rage. She hadn’t even wanted to come wake Sal, and given in for the amusement to see this boy be reprimanded for it, and now they both were in hot water.
“If you keep repeating the same lie, it doesn’t come true,” she said, sick of listening to him attempt to be the victim in this entire thing. She’d never met someone so completely spineless in her life, and it was starting to disgust her.
She opened her mouth to give him another retort, but was silenced as Sal came storming from his room into the hall. She couldn’t look him in the eye, still embarrassed by what had just happened, and she immediately looked to the floor again.
“I’m sorry Sal,” she muttered, there wasn’t any explanation to be given that would not make her look as childish as this boy had been acting since the moment they met,” This could have waited til morning, or not at all.”
Mateo was not embarrassed at all, looking at Salazar directly. “Of course she thinks that, but I did give her the choice not to come.” His voice was softer now, hoarse. It wasn’t an attempt at pity, although he surely would have done it if he’d thought about it. He’d never been good at regulating the volume of his voice. He was always either too loud or too soft, and should someone complain, he’d just remind them he can’t hear as well as they can. It was why he sometimes struggled with the tone of a voice as well.
“She attacked me. I could not sleep, so I went for a walk, thinking I might sketch some of the castle, and the next thing I know, I’m on the ground, and she’s threatening to hex me again.” He gestured to her, again slipping in an insulting sign since it made him feel better. “If she does not want to tell you, then check her wand, and check mine. All I did was cast a protection charm in case she did attack me again, since she was chasing after me when I tried to leave after her threats.”
“I did say I was sorry for coming in like that, by the way.” He added as an afterthought. “And I’ll say it again, I’m sorry for waking you, but I was under the impression Hogwarts was safe, yet it isn’t. Would you allow someone to hex Eleonora like that, without warning, without provocation?”
“Don’t bring Eleonora into this.” Salazar warned, shooting Mateo a stern look. He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation before looking around. It was dark, cold and this was obviously a conversation that may wake people, at the rate they were going. “Come inside, the both of you. We don’t want to wake half the castle.” Salazar muttered, ushering the two back into his chambers, moving them to a small nook away from his bed. “I’m making tea.” He grunted, flicking his wand without another word.
“Yes, this could have waited till morning. But I suppose there’s nothing we can do about that now.” He averted his attention to Persephone, crossing his arms over his chest as his kettle and cups moved behind him. “Persephone, is this true? Did you really attack Mateo?” Salazar was already dreading how he’d have to bring this up to the rest of his founders. Student’s hexing each other on the grounds... Brilliant. Not to mention how he’d bring this whole debacle up to Eleonora.
tomasofalltrades:
Although he doubted the man would like it, Tomas crossed to where the swords now rested, drawing one of the sheath. “Good blade.” He spun it, getting a feel for the balance. He turned back to Salazar. “The world always needs help. Why now if it is not near here?” The days of wanting to be a hero were long gone. He knew better now. He’d tried to start a revolution for his people. He’d fought with those he’d once considered enemies for his people. Now he had nothing. “Or is it about your people?” Although he knew he was a wizard now, he didn’t really consider himself one of them. He didn’t belong to anyone, not anymore. “They hunt people with magic. I was hunted.” Other than the captain, Tomas had killed the men who had pursued him in hatred and fear. “Is that why you go?”
“If not now, then when?” Salazar could only reply, watching the man handle his sword with no amount of aggression. He trusted the students they admitted, at the very least. He also looked like he had no problem handling a blade, so Salazar allowed himself to relax. He pressed his lips together in thought before nodding his head. “I can not help but feel the injustice. Muggles destroy what they do not understand. I suppose yes, that is why I must go. I will not let my kind suffer under the hands of those that are acting out of hate for something they can’t understand, without even the slightest means of protecting themselves.” Not everyone was as privileged as they were, having been taught magic at such a young age. Some of the wizards there only had but a seedling planted, waiting for its opportunity to be nurtured.
grydric:
“I know,” He said softly, as he gazed at the beast below him. There was once a time where Godric was quite fond of horses. The closest muggles got to flying was on the back of horses, but he wondered now, if it was just better to leave the creatures alone. “Easier with horses and all that,” He replied a bit monotoned. He wasn’t sure this was how he wanted to start the mission out so morose, yet he couldn’t help the feeling in his chest.
Godric followed suit, urging his horse forward and kept next to Salazar. After a few long moments of silence, he needed to tell him what had happened. “I made her cry,” He admitted, decisively looking ahead and not towards his friend. He didn’t need the disapproval from him as well. “I believe I will be fighting to make this up to her for a long time, my friend. I was very unkind to her,” He wouldn’t sugarcoat it. It was bad and he knew it. He knew that he fucked up badly.
He listened closely, knowing this information but enjoying the recap. He needed to go over plans often when it came to things such as this. “Likely better if we just keep the wands out of sight from them. Hopefully they’ll believe us as idiotic muggles trying to help.” He didn’t like the idea of separating families, but what choice did they have. “Children first. Those who can fight we’ll have to leave. Hope that they will be able to defend themselves for long enough.”
The road was long and tiring, though relatively uneventful. They moved through the woods to remain unnoticed, hidden by the tall trees and thick greenery. The first two villages went by without much fuss. They herded the wizards to their safe houses as a temporary precaution, putting up protective wards and offering plans for the future, with promise to check on them once the mob moved on.
Though fulfilled, Salazar could feel the fatigue seep into his bones, His shoulders were tighter, lips set in a straight line as they made their way to the third village, after which, they could finally go home with the knowledge that their mission was a success. He turned to Godric before averting his attention back to the trail they were following. Despite their success and ease in evacuating the first two villages, Salazar couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was amiss.
The sun grew lower, the light playing between the leaves as darkness drew upon them, shifting from the brilliant blood oranges and reds of sunset to the cool purples and blues of dusk.
Salazar slowed his horse, eyes narrowing as he looked ahead. “Something’s not right...” He murmured, mostly to himself, gripping at his reigns before urging his horse to go a bit faster. He felt his steed transition from a trot to a gallop, only to stop abruptly at the sight of large flames licking at the roofs of cottages.
“GODRIC!” Salazar yelled for his friend to come see, though his eyes were fixated on the plumes of smoke coming from the village ahead.
Before he could even think, before he could properly process what was happening, perhaps wait for the advice for his friend, or understand the consequences of his actions, Salazar charged. His eyes were alight with a fury for his people, hand reaching for his sword as he galloped into the chaos that was their final rescue.
eleonoraxaltieri:
The worry that was knotted tightly in her chest loosened another fraction, her shoulders relaxing as he comforted her. But there was still the concern of his and Godric’s safety— which was, much larger. “Not meant to fight, and yet you take swords,” she said gently, her worry for him obviously being the stem of her words now. “I know it’s good to be cautionary, and that’s what you’re most likely doing by bringing them but-” she let out a little, dry chuckle, along with a soft smile. “You can see where my worries come from, yes?”
She slipped in the smallest of teases, trying to lighten the moment a little. “I’m telling Godric that you secretly like him.” Still, she had to test her luck. Eleonora couldn’t help that she wanted to look after them. “And wouldn’t a healer be convenient to have along, though? What if those being evacuated need healing?” Then, a little quieter, “What if you need healing?”
Again she grinned towards him, throwing a little smirk at his stern expression. “Come on, caro mio. Me? And trouble? You know we’re like water and oil.” But then on a more serious note she added. “I promise to stay out of trouble, if you promise to as well.”
“And your worries are appreciated, Eleonora.” Salazar replied with as gentle of a voice as he could manage. It was then that Salazar realized he was trying mostly to placate rather than anything else. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her retort about Godric, shrugging his shoulders in reply. “You need not tell him what he already believes. The man’s delusions are his own and I try not to judge him too harshly for it.” He said, though with no malice laced in his words. He walked back to her, pack slung over his shoulder and swords now fully sheathed and hanging at his side.
“If you think I would let you you march your way into a mob of angry muggles, you are sorely mistaken, little sparrow.” Salazar said with raised brows, resting both his hands on her shoulders. “Godric and I, though surely not as talented, are decent healers in our own right. Enough to get us by. We will be fine.”
Everything will be fine. If he had a galleon for how many times he’s said that phrase in the past few days...
He smiled in appreciation at her promise before nodding his head obediently.
“I promise.”
pureblood-hufflepuff:
“Away?” she asked, this time the her face was the one to show concern,” What do you mean while you’re away?”
She couldn’t imagine Salzar leaving behind the school. While it was true he was a traveler in his own right, she knew his tasks were here, and he wasn’t the sort to simply abandon them.
She glanced behind him at the swords he’d set aside, and it only intensified the dread that had started creeping up. Looking back at him she asked cautiously,” Sal, what’s going on?”
Salazar sighed. “Godric and I are leaving for a few days. There are matters we need to take care of and that is all I wish to tell you, my dear, so please do not ask any further.” He turned to her and frowned, for he knew that that would not satisfy her. He, however, knew that if he said anything more, she would grow worried, and he already felt that she had enough to be anxious about.
“Just trust me when I say everything will be alright. Can you do that for me, Persephone?”
eleonoraxaltieri:
His words helped to quell her childhood fear somewhat, though there was still a healthy know of anxiety in her chest. She looked down for a moment, much shyer than usual, as being vulnerable was not something that came naturally to her. It was embarrassing how effected she still seemed from what had happened all those years ago, but she had to be sure. Her eyes were innocent and wide as she asked once more.“You…promise?” But talk of muggles only struck more worry into her. She herself had seen what they could do, and still bore the scars of some of what they had done to her. “Just the two of you are going? You and Godric against an entire group of muggles? I know you’re strong, but wouldn’t more be safer?” She smiled in slight amusement at his words before saying. “I seriously doubt I wouldn’t notice, prediletto mio.” Certainly, their fight had shown them that there were things they needed to relearn about each other, but it didn’t change that she cared.
“I promise.” He said with a small smile. He traced her cheek in a small show of affection before stepping away to finish with sorting his things for their journey. “Our mission is to evacuate, not to fight. It would be safer and more efficient if we do not endanger any more people. It will call less attention and ultimately, I feel Godric may be the only one I am comfortable being with in situations like these.”
Though he very rarely admitted to it, he knew that Godric and him worked together in incredible synchronization. Perhaps it was the years of friendship, or the in depth knowledge and awareness of each other’s movements.
He stopped what he was doing before turning to Eleonora with a rather stern expression.
“Stay out of trouble while we are away, alright?”
wxthtoothndnail:
Her figure remained unmoved in the doorway, even after his remark. It only brought a hint of a smile to her features, and a gentle laugh that echoed through the quiet hall. “If I were sneaking, I can assure you that you would not have spotted me before you knew what hit you, Mister Slytherin. - Nor do I fear swords really. Years spend in muggle battle will do that to you” she spoke, as she pushed herself away from the wall and finally entered the room. “Where did you have the pleasure of training this excellent swordmanship? Such tricks would have cost at least a few soldiers either a hand or their head for trying.”
Salazar raised a brow at the woman’s remark. He sheathed both the swords before resting them on a nearby table. “I suppose I should take your word for that, Ms. Toothill. I can’t imagine what battles you must have gone through.” Salazar said with a nod before waving a hand in flippant dismissal. “I have had the privilege of training under several sword masters while traveling. It’s sad to say, though, that because of my inability to stay in one place for too long, I have yet to truly master a singular style. I’m sure you’d be much more impressed with Master Godric’s skill with the blade than my own.”
the lion and the serpent
@grydric
He didn’t like it already. England was cold, grey and the fog made his hair frizz. Salazar harrumphed as he kicked a rock in frustration. It’s been a few weeks since him and his family had fully settled in their new home. Though the Slytherin manor was a sight to behold, to him, it didn’t hold a candle to their house back in Italy. He missed the sun, he missed Eleonora and Mateo, he missed being home.
His siblings were all cooped up inside, complaining that it was too cold to accompany him on their grounds, but Salazar didn’t care. He needed to get out at the very least.
He drew his wand and levitated a stone before flinging it across the garden, only to have it land in a bush not far from him.
“Ow!” A yelp of pain came from said bush. Salazar raised a brow in surprise, wand immediately out as a precaution. Did bushes talk in England?
“Wait! No! No more rocks!” Before Salazar could say another word, a boy with dark hair, light eyes and dirty cheeks stepped out from behind the shrubbery, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass. But you didn’t have to throw rocks at me!” The boy said with a frown as Salazar hesitantly lowered his wand. “Well I didn’t see you hiding. The rock was not meant for you.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, though very much not admitting that there was a strange pull at his chest at the sight of him.
The boy grinned at this before moving closer towards Salazar, almost like a magnet, hand outstretched from underneath the deep burgundy coat he was wearing.
“It is unwise that you have your wand out. What if I had been a muggle?”
“It is unwise to trespass. What if I had been my father?”
“Touche.” The boy said with a smile so bright that Salazar found himself rather stunned. Warmth crawled up his neck as he immediately averted his eyes to the ground. They were now but a few feet apart and Salazar cursed the fact that the boy, though lanky, was several inches taller than him.
“It won’t be trespassing if we become friends though.” The boy said and Salazar couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose at the notion.
“But we are not.” He said.
“But we can be.” The boy replied. Taking Salazar’s hand and giving it a firm shake.
“I’m Godric. Godric Gryffindor.” Salazar was ashamed to say that he knew a friendship was inevitable.
“Salazar. Salazar Slytherin.”
And so the lion met the serpent.
hufflepufftm:
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Nodding, she accepted his explanation, not completely happy with it, but she begrudgingly accepts his explanation. She is becoming used to accepting things she doesn’t like in this conversation.
“We will, I have no doubt that one day, after this fervor passes, we will be able to walk among muggles with no fear, only friendship and hope of what is to come.” they are more similar than they are different. Time will heal all wounds. But time is taking it’s sweet time to get here.
She should probably stand up as well, there are things she should be doing… “Of course I will see you off.” pushing herself up slightly, she grabs his hand and presses a kiss to it. “And I will be by the gates when the two of you return.”
“Salazar, I may not be happy about this, but I do hope you can protect them.” releasing his hand, she wraps her arms around herself.
“I will do my best.” Salazar said as he returned Helga’s hug, a rarity in their friendship but still very much welcomed. “Now come, we must put a brave face for our students during dinner. I fear I must also face the wrath of Rowena some time or another. I can only hope Godric managed to tell her without losing his head.”
By his own volition, or Rowena’s hand, he did not specify.
He took Helga’s hand and walked them to the Great Hall to be with their students.
Things will be alright. They had to be, for he did not want to miss the growth of their school just yet.
pureblood-hufflepuff:
It was hard, but not, she realized, for the reasons that Salazar believed. While what he said was true, and she could understand why he found the conclusions he had, it was so much more than her grief that had her retreating and afraid to open up to anyone. Yet, here he was, trying to get her to at least talk. What other opportunity might she have? Sal and she had been friends a long time, and he was the one she’d hoped could relate most when she came to Hogwarts…..
“My brother’s memory lives on in the people who knew him, whether they speak of him or not,” she said, conceding to at least trust Sal’s intentions. She looked down again, attempting to think of how to word what she was feeling, what she thought, and why she was finding it so hard to move forward,” I would love more than anything to tell everyone about how wonderful Orion was, but people don’t want to be reminded of someone who’s gone. My parents couldn’t even look at me without being reminded of him. They couldn’t even start to heal because just my being there reminded me their son was dead.”
“I had to leave home, not just for myself, but for them. I can’t do the same to your family, or anyone else who knew him and may be suffering the loss. How is that fair to anyone?” She sneaked a glance at his face, to see if she could read what he was thinking of her words. She wasn’t sure how he’d take it, or if perhaps it wouldn’t even matter.
“People handle grief differently, and sadly, I’ve come to realize that the death of a loved one does not become less painful over time.” Salazar thought back to Godric and Clara, the pain that his best friend had gone through after the loss of his wife. His own pain after realizing that one of his dearest friends would never be there again. “No... it doesn’t get any less painful... but I suppose you get stronger, strong enough to deal with it a bit better.”
A pause.
“And here I thought you knew better, my dear Persephone.” Salazar could only crack a smile. “We lean on each other for support. We do not shy away from family, and you mustn’t either. I know Catarina would not stand for it, and Luca would not let me hear the end of it if I allowed you to think such foolishness further.” Salazar stood, reaching out to cup her cheek with fondness.
“You have to know you are not alone, fiore mia. You will never be alone.”
zhumatilda:
“I’m not worried about my lessons.” Matilda shook her head. “It’s a different matter, and I realize that you do not quite.. believe in my visions and dreams.” She sighed. “Still, I have to let you know that I may have seen something the previous night. I had not made the connection until you told me of your plan. I would probably not be able to change your mind right this moment, but I would have to warn you to be careful. Despite everything, I do not wish you any harm.”
She looked up at him, almost unsure of his reaction. But this was her dream and she knew what she saw. “Just.. make sure to keep yourself in check. What you will be facing will be violent, and you might have to confront it, but what happens will be in your actions.”
Salazar listened intently to what Matilda was saying and sighed. She was... she was right to some extent. He didn’t fully believe her, but one can not expect him to let go of his entire belief system so quickly. At least now, he understood that he should at least take everything she said as some precaution. “I will remember to keep that in mind, Ms. Zhu.” Salazar said with a nod. There was a moment of silence before he nodded his head.
“You best get to class. I do not wish to keep you if you have things that you need to do.” Another pause. “Thank you. For listening to me, and I hope to be better at doing the same for you in the future.”
grydric:
Godric nodded, familiar with their plan. He had forced himself to go through it over and over as he prepared for their trip. He had a lot of time to agonize over it, considering he had been actively avoiding everyone since his conversation with Rowena. He didn’t need to needlessly upset anyone else and he was rather sure his students would make poor decisions if they knew what was about to happen. He didn’t even want to leave, but it was the right thing to do.
He mounted his horse and paused for a moment,“I do not like horses.” That was easier than saying he had made Rowena cry, but he would have to admit to that eventually. It took a few moments before he spoke again. “Things could have gone better with Rowena.”
Salazar nodded in understanding, lips pressing into a terse line as he remembered Godric’s aversion to horses. “I know, but we both agreed it would be best to take horses rather than apparate.” Not only were they venturing into muggle territory, they would also be evacuating nearly ten people at a time, maybe more. Though it was uncomfortable, it was also the best plan of action.
Salazar then had to crack a smile at the mention of his and Rowena’s row. He hadn’t heard about what had happened in its entirety, but he could only guess that if Godric was still apprehensive about it, it couldn’t have gone great. He decided to leave that conversation for another time, clicking his tongue and riding forward.
“You will have the opportunity to make it up to her, I’m sure. As will I.” Salazar said as they continued to ride further away from the castle, passing through the protective wards the four of them put up together to ward off the dangers of the outside world. “Now though, we have to focus on our objective. Remember, when near muggles, we must use as little magic as possible so they will have no chance to trace us back to the school.” Salazar grimaced at the mere thought. “We can not take whole families, so I suppose we must use our better judgment there.” Salazar tried to go through everything to make sure they were absolutely prepared.
“And if things go south... We must prioritize these children. No turning back.”
pureblood-hufflepuff:
Persephone still felt awful about everything that had happened with Sal as of late. Between the unloading of emotion on the day following her brother’s birthday and the breaking in unannounced to his chambers, she felt she owed him…. something. Embarrassing moments aside, she was grateful that she finally felt she had someone she could depend on with her thoughts and feelings, although she was also certain she had made herself quite the headache for her friend.
“‘Tis not good to sneak up on someone with a sword.”
She peeked in since she’d been noticed,” If I had known you were preparing for a sword fighting lesson, I would have brought my own.” She grinned at him, and stepped fully into the room,” Before you say anything, I just wanted to thank you. Despite everything that’s happened, it means a lot to me that I can know you’re here if I need you, and I hope you know that I’d be here for you, should you need it. I was feeling so alone, and it brings comfort to know that’s not true.”
Salazar smiled at the appearance of Persephone. Though he knew she still had quite a way to go in terms of dealing with her brother’s death, he was happy that she now seemed more like the Persephone he knew from before. “I must disappoint you, my dear Persephone, for these are not for a lesson.” Salazar said pointedly before sheathing the swords and setting them aside. He made his way to meet her half way, ready to hopefully steer her away, back to class where she would not ask questions regarding his departure, but before he could, she beat him to it.
Her words brought a heavy weight that settled on his chest. He remained silent for a few moments, brows furrowed and lips pulled down before Salazar decided it was best to tell her. He rested both his hands on her shoulders gently, offering her a reassuring smile.
“As I’ve told you, stellina mia. You will always find a family with us. Whether we are nearby or apart, that does not change.” He paused.
“Remember that while I am away, alright?”
ravensgreylady:
Helena was addled in a stalemate-like state, casting an unfixed stare onto the edge of the table as he began to talk, her mind wandering on the list of plausibility in her mind (the slow tightness in her stomach, estimating outcomes, waiting for danger). In blinking quickness, the moment ended as she, too, jumped a bit at the sound of the clabbert lunging from inside the glass.
“I’ve had it for some time,” she began. “My friend got it from some traders, thinking I should keep it as a collectible. I keep rare things.” It sounded too quick and stressed in all the wrong parts when she’d said it, binding half-truths together into something so vague. She liked words, and that was why it mattered just how one said them. Even the smallest of lies (known as normal lies to a girl like her) were spun with a degree of honesty in them - it was what harnessed her with self-assured volubility. But she was in uncharted territory now, with someone she had never held a symbiotic relationship with, leaving her at a loss for the vantage points that would allow her a degree of mobility around him that would allow her a few lies once in a while.
“It does one thing,” she reminded him. “It glows red when it senses muggles.”
“Is that significant to you? Because it means a lot to me,” she sighs, her interest no longer scholastic, sharpening into a worried curiosity. “If it can sense muggles, can’t it also sense magbobs? And why would it glow like that, as if warning them? It’s.. an animal. And animals like snakes stand in repose before striking. Even lions hide behind tall grass before lunging at something.”
“It pulses red when near danger, Helena. Not just muggles... Though I suppose one can say they are rather interchangeable when it comes to things they don’t understand.” Salazar peered into the glass as the Clabbert stared back at him with its beady black eyes, the large pustule on it’s forehead remaining a muted maroon. Salazar was quiet for a while before tapping at the wood of his desk lightly in idle contemplation. “You are very much like your mother... You ask far too many questions at once.” Salazar said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth in fondness before finally sitting down, eyes still focused on the Clabbert.
“I don’t know much about Clabberts, but I suppose they are sensitive to beings of no magic, which exclude the presence of magbobs. I suppose the lack of magic unsettles them.” Salazar ponders over her question for another moment before taking the jar in his hands.
“Curious creatures. Though they are ugly, perhaps they serve a much larger, terribly selfless purpose. A beacon for those around them, to serve as warning for incoming danger...” Salazar paused at the thought. Perhaps this little devil did have some significance to his person. He frowned in thought before turning to Helena.
“Helena, would you mind if I take this Clabbert with me on an upcoming... expedition?”