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Chapter Twenty-One

Salazar Slytherin

The three friends leaned in closer, eager to hear Godric’s story.

“Yes, a thief,” he said, clearly enjoying the spotlight. “It was terrible, he nearly took everything I had!” said Godric dramatically. Salazar rolled his eyes. What a ham.

“Just tell us already!” said Rowena impatiently.

“Okay, okay already!” grumbled Godric. He sat up a little straighter, so that they could all hear him better. And then he began:

“Well, I was about a week’s ride away from finally getting home, when suddenly this….well, this thief jumped in front of my horse. Stupid fellow. Nutmeg almost stamped a hole in his head….anyway…. Nutmeg managed to stop short before she hit him. He knocked me unconscious with a Stunning spell. All I saw of him before everything went black was a long, thin scar that ran from his left eyebrow, across his ugly leering face to the right corner of his mouth, and down his neck, his tunic covering up the rest of it. When I woke up, Azrael was missing. I think my horse chased the bugger off, though, because nothing else was gone.

“It hurt to lose Azrael, you know, it belonged to my father and he passed it on to me before he died. So it was with a heavy heart that I continued on my journey home. About three days later, I happened upon a corpse lying in the road. I recognized the scar that disfigured his face and was surprised to see that this was my robber. His bare chest revealed that the scar continued down his side, all the way to his ribcage. 'What had happened to him?' I wondered, but there was no time for that.

“I took Azrael back from him and ran, in case he wasn’t all the way dead, back to Nutmeg and she galloped away as fast as she could.”

Godric looked up with an expression of smugness, having finished his thief story. Ro and Helga looked at him, astonished, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

“Yes yes, very honorable of you,” said Salazar irritably. “Did anything ELSE happen while you were away that you want to tell us about?” Actually, he was just as amazed as the girls were, but he covered it up with impatience and an irate tone.

Godric thought for a moment. “Nope, that was it. Unless you want to hear about the sock puppets.”

Ro, Helga, and Sal looked at him like he had grown an extra eye and announced that he wanted to marry a turkey.

“I guess not,” Godric said, blushing crimson and looking at his toes.

The four of them then went outside to sit in the sun, feeling as though the world was complete and they were the happiest they had ever been. Godric's sock puppets were forgotten immediately.

End of Chapter Twenty-One

End of flashbacks



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