The Four Shadows

Chapter 4

Salazar hadn't showed up for the rest of his classes that day. He even ended up avoiding dinner in the Great Hall. By the time every student was sound asleep and every lantern was burnt out, Helga, Rowena and Godric had all began to become irritated with Salazars selfish acts. Once again, it was late at night and the three were checking parchment after parchment on Potions, Plants and Creatures. It had been silent for quite a long time before Rowena slammed her quill down in exasperation.
"What's wrong, love?" Helga asked without taking her eyes off of her paper. Rowena rubbed her eyes with such force, she teared up a bit.
"I am utterly upset with Salazar! And disappointed in you, Godric!" Her remarks startled Godric, causing him to drop what he was doing too.
"Me? First of all, at least I'm here! And not throwing myself a self-loathing festival in my chambers!" Godric snapped back. Rowena had quit before another argument outburst. "Alright. If you are so upset with me I will personally go to him and chat with him!" He huffed. Rowena challenged him rather quickly. "Oh really, when?" She snapped back with an attitude. Godric was stuck. Rowena caught him off his guard. He inhaled and puffed his chest out and up. Godric stood up from the table and marched directly out of the Great Hall.
"He is going to screw this up" Helga muttered.
"I HEARD THAT!" Godric shouted from outside the Great Hall.
Neither Helga nor Rowena dared to follow Godric out of the Great Hall. Godric, however, was more anxious and panicky. Was he really about to face his friend turned enemy in the middle of the night? So many thoughts, worries and questions scrambled through his mind, but they all disappeared at once when he was face to face with Salazar's chambers door. However he did not have to knock because his door was already cracked open. Godric pushed it open and crept in slowly. "Salazar?" He asked. Although he did not dare to fully enter his room.
"Piss off" Salazar replied from the very back of his chambers. Godric thought to himself, "this is not going to end well".
Of course, Godric would have to face Salazar at one point, but Godric hadn't conjured up the courage after his own explosion of anger the night of meeting the Basilisk. He had felt nervous already and he wasn't off to a warm welcome. "I came to talk to you" Godric said, refusing to let an ounce of fear escape through his words. Salazar back was facing Godric and he rested his hands on the front of his desks. Now Godric had put himself in Salazar's room, closing the door behind him. There was no turning back now. "I said piss off" Salazar repeated.
"Alright" Godric said, fed up. "That's it. You've skipped teaching your own students at your own school. If you haven't noticed, your friends and yourself all agreed on running the school together. Now quit being engulfed in self pity and get teaching, dammit!" Godric had said this in one breath and was blue in the face after. His outburst of anger hadn't fixed anything. In fact, it made it worse. Salazar had become enraged. He inhaled and turned around, beginning to yell at Godric in one breath himself.
He has begun scolding and yelling at Godric about Hogwarts and its system, throwing in vulgar words with his scolding. Godric was taken back by Salazars own explosion of exasperation. Now Godric Gryffindor had seen the true colors of Salazar Slytherin.

Back in the Slytherin Common room, a few students lingered in the green glow of the very late night. 2 students were enchanting the ceiling to pass time and a few others were finishing rolls of Parchment about Curses. Monolithos Malfoy rather enjoyed the dark green hue from the lake. He sat in an arm chair , fiddling with his wand. His mind was elsewhere, causing him to stay up. His friend sat across from his, happily engaged in a book about Evil Magic.
"Oy, Algar" Lithos softly said, careful not to disturb the other Slytherins. Algar looked up from his book. "Ya?"
"Isn't there a Quidditch try out match tomorrow?"
Algar lit up with excitement but it was quickly extinguished. "Thas' about right. Although, Professor Slytherin hadn't been trainin' us. I know Poveglia and Ana went to Hufflepuffs to train. Wouldn' blame em." Algar looked back down at his book, but continued to talk. "Nobody from Slytherin has gone down to the Quidditch room downstairs, not even the Professor himself. Tha' means nobody has even touched a broom or a Quaffle in our House. A bit sad, if ye ask me." Algar sighed. An idea had popped into Lithos' mind, but it was an extremely foolish plan. He got up and put his cloak on, making way to the exit. Algar noticed. "Where ya goin'?" He asked. "Yer not allowed out after dark." Lithos paused at the exit and smirked. "Not if they don't catch you".
Being in the corridors of Hogwarts after dark sent chills down Lithos Malfoys back. The empty halls and drafty doorways were a bit alarming. Even thought everyone was asleep, he had panicked and checked behind him consistently to make sure he wasn't being followed. Once Algar heard Lithos say "Lumos" in the hall, he knew he was going to be in trouble.
Lithos traveled down to the Quidditch room in the basements. The basements were more eerie and scarier than the rest of the Castle. He held his wand up to a door that read "QUIDDITCH" In gold and smiled. Although a passcode was needed and it was locked. Lithos pointed his wand to the handle and whispered, "Alohamora" he waited for it to click, but it did not. He was stumped. How could he get in? If a verbal code and spell didn't work, how was he going to get the Slytherins playing Quidditch?
But a bright thought came to him.
A professor made this room! Only a professor can get in and out! He thought to himself. There was only one vain and chivalrous professor that loved Quidditch more than anyone. Professor Gryffindor!
Lithos almost convinced himself he was a Ravenclaw. He held his wand out and tapped the door in three syllables.
"Gryff-in-dor" the door clicked, and swung open for Lithos. He held back a bursting urge to cheer. The Quidditch room was much larger and posh than he expected. It was lined with shelves holding Quidditch gear and Quaffles. One wall was lined with parchment, written with Quidditch moves and plays for the teams. The ceilings were enormously high and the House flags were proudly hung up above. Boxes were also set and stacked against the walls, obviously containing and restraining the Snitches and Bludgers. Although a main piece was missing.
"The brooms!" Lithos whispered. If Quidditch was all about brooms, wouldn't they be in the center of all of this? A door in the back caught his eye and there was only one explanation for it. He walked over but it was locked. Lithos sighed with disappointment. "Alohamora!" He said. It clicked and slowly creaked open. The closer was unusually big but the amount of brooms occupied most of the space.
"Blimey!" Lithos said out loud. He stepped forward, but something crunched under his foot. He looked down and by the looks of it, he stepped on glass. It was shattered and he could have sworn it had been a crystal ball before. But then another thing caught his attention. A small puddle of water had flooded in, emitted from underneath the wall in the back of the closet. "Where on earth could water be coming from?" His senses and fear kicked in and before he dug any deeper and discovered things he shouldn't, Lithos grabbed as many brooms as he could from the closet and fleed the Quidditch room, locking the doors behind him.