Salazar grumbled all the way. Cranky and tired he couldn't believe they would let muggle borns in. Mud bloods. Maybe Helga was one, but she must have been a jewel among ugly gray rocks. Muggles had murdered his parents, his sisters, Godric's uncle and Rowena's small brother. And that was the filth they were going to teach? He refused. They had told him he needn't teach any student he disproved of, therefore inventing houses. But they would still be there, under the roof his friends and himself had built as a team. He was slowly becoming alienated, or so he felt, and he deserved some space for himself. His own Chambers.

Godric held out a goblet to Rowena. She took it gracefully, taking a small sip. He simply gulped it down, feeling the liquid fire burn down his throat, a feeling he very much liked.

"Don't drink too much." she warned, "Remember your Uncle Hadrain's 100th birthday?"

Godric blushed, tried and failed to hide it and said, "Yes. Yes, I do."

"Was that the time...?" Helga trailed off. "Oh, yes, it was."

"I won't drink to much!" he protested. "Where's Sal anyway? Shouldn't he be celebrating with us?"

"Maybe he had to go to the toilet, we really should put those in tomorrow." Rowena said.

"Yes, if I have to pee in one more bush I'll..." Helga said, but trailed off blushing when she remembered Godric was there. Fortunately he had not been listening.

"Well, I hope he doesn't get lost." he said.

Salazar looked at his finished chamber, the Chamber of Secrets. The egg sat in silence and one day it would awaken. The Basilisk of Hogwarts,