To Meet History

Chapter 7-Closer

And so it was. Le-Annette would meet with Slytherin every other night to work with him on advance potions. No one knew of these meetings, except for the three other founders. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw would come down occasionally to talk with Slytherin. Ravenclaw became good friends with Le-Annette. Gryffindor, for some reason, seemed worried about these nightly meetings. Le-Annette accidentally heard the two of them discussing it one night. She had been on her way to Slytherin's private store room when she heard his familiar voice leak through his office door. It was followed shortly by Gryffindor's.

"What is the meaning of these...accusations, Godric?" Slytherin asked, anger hiding in his voice.

"I am simply saying that you should be careful in your...pursuits, Salazar," Gryffindor replied calmly.

Le-Annette leaned in closer to the door.

"And what am I pursuing, eh?"

"I believe you know exactly what I mean. You've already built that damned Chamber of Secrets,"-Slytherin's face must've shown some sort of surprise because Gryffindor went on- "Yes, Salazar, I know of it and of what you raise in there. Which is no doubt why you employed the help of the young lady,"

"Godric, let me warn you now. Stay out of my plans, or else you and this school will regret it,"

Slytherin said these words with such anger and menace that Le-Annette shuddered involuntarily. She heard quick footsteps inside the room and ducked behind a nearby suit of armor. Gryffindor strode out of the room, the red cape he was wearing billowing behind him. Slytherin followed shortly after, though he did not seem angry. In fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself.

"That'll show him," he muttered to himself.

He started to walk away. Le-Annette was sure she was safe from discovery. Then...she sneezed.

"Who's there?" Slytherin said suddenly, turning about.

Le-Annette decided to stay hidden. Better to be found. Or at least, she thought so. Slytherin then pulled the suit of armor out from in front of her.

"Le-Annette! What are you doing here?" he spat at her.

"I-I...uh," Le-Annette stammered, trying desperately to think of a good lie. "Lost my way to the supply closet."

"Now, why is it that I find that doubtful?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared down at her.

"I heard the spat, Professor," Le-Annette said, hanging her head.

"Did you, now? Well, this habit of listening in where you're not supposed to has to stop, doesn't it?"

He took her arm and led her to the storage cabinet. He pushed her inside.

"I trust you know your way now," he hissed.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry,"

Slytherin sighed and walked off.

* * * *

"He shouldn't be so rough with you," Roland said the next day. "What were you doing down in the dungeons anyway?"

"I needed something for my homework," Le-Annette said, surprised at the quickness of this lie. Why couldn't she have done that down in the dungeons? Then she added as an afterthought, "He was just having a bad night. That's all."

"But that's no excuse! Well, at least you didn't get a detention,"

"Yes, that's the bright side. Well, I have to go. Bathsheba and I are going to be late to class," Le-Annette said, standing and leaving to meet Bathsheba at the door of the Great Hall.

"Can you believe that our first year is almost over?" Bathsheba said as the two went to their first class.

"No, I can not wait until our next year, however. I wonder what we will learn,"

The day seemed to just slip by after that. Before Le-Annette knew it, she was trudging down to the dungeons, dreading what this lesson held. She stood outside the door, almost not wanting it to open. However, it did, as she knew it would, and she stepped inside. She slammed shut behind her, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was the fates way of letting her know what was in store. The door to the adjoining room in the distance, Slytherin's office, opened.

"Ah, Le-Annette, I was almost afraid you wouldn't come," Slytherin said, with an apologetic grin on his face.

"Why wouldn't I come, sir?" Le-Annette said, walking further into the room.

"Well, my students tend to avoid me if I ever get cross with them. I'd like to apologize. My temper sometimes gets the best of me,"

"That's...quite alright, Professor. So, um, what are we studying tonight?"