the founders, unite!

[Taylor]

Salazar yawned. Yeah, he had set mice loose in Helga's, Godric's and Rowena's bedrooms last night to annoy them. Dressing up into robes, he looked out the window. Rain was bad, and it was raining. Grabbing his umbrella, Salazar headed out the door. Looking at the common room, it was empty as usual. And from the stairs, there was an inch of flooded water. Flicking his wand, the water disappeared and everything was dry. That was the worst thing about the dungeons so far. Stepping out of it, rather tired still. Now all his fifty mice were gone, probably running around the other founder's rooms.

Stepping outside, he opened the black umbrella that covered him well. Walking towards Hogsmeade, holding his wand firmly in his hand. Stepping around a puddle, he finally arrived. Ruffling his hand softly, Salazar walked into the Three Broomsticks, sitting on a stool.

[Dea]

"CHRIST IN A DINGHY THERE'S ANOTHER ONE KILL ITTTTTTTTT!" Rowena yelled to no one in particular.

She was going to kill Salazar. The fact he'd actually got into her bedroom was slightly creepy, but the mice were a more pressing matter.
"DIE DIE DIE DIE!" She shrieked, sending spells at all of them. She'd managed to clear a path to the door. She made a mad dash and slammed the door.
Salazar was going to die. She'd rip him into shreds and then bury them all in different places.
OH NO HE DIDN'T!
She'd spotted him exiting into the rain.

Muttering some rain repellent charms, she dashed after him.
God damn Salazar.
And his gad damn long legs.
She was going to catch up to him.
Unfortunately, she only managed to catch up to him in a pub.
Damn, too many people to witness the murder.
Eh well.

"You!" She said, sitting across from him, blocking his escape.

[Haine]

Mice. Mice in his bed. Mice all over the room. Clearly Salazar had done this. For some reason he liked to do things with mice. Or he just liked messing with Godric. We'll guess at both.
Thanks to the pesky little rodents, Godric hadn't slept much last night, due to the fact that he was clearly too angry and worried that the mice would eat him in the middle of the night. Hell- Godric hadn't even managed to get changed. He ended up sprawled across the couch in the common room tower in the clothes he had been wearing that day only to be woken at some ungodly hour (7am) by students wondering what the fuck their teacher was doing.

As you can probably guess, it's a bit of a touchy subject at the moment. Eventually Godric was forced to go back into his room after complaints from the students decided that he needed to get changed. This time he had chosen to arm himself with a nice big broom while he grabbed a clean set of robes then ran to change in a cubicle in one of the toilets. No way was he getting changed when the vermin were watching. Then he went back with the broom to dump the dirty clothes on his bed.

Now to hunt down the bastard. First things first though- a drink was certainly needed.This being Godric, he forgot his umberella. And then didn't even bother to think about a water-repellent charm. So he walked to the three broomsticks in the rain, which was certainly far from pleasant.

Luckily upon arrival, a killer Rowena brought his attention to Salazar. If only he'd gotten there first. Now there was no chance of getting to kill the pathetic git. Godric stormed over to the two anyway, proceeding to sit down next to Rowena. "Why the hell did you put goddamn mice in our rooms?" He asked, trying his best to at least sound calm. It wasn't working at all. At least there was some form of satisfaction in the fact that Rowena had probably killed most of her mice. Godric's ones would probably be there for weeks.
Brilliant.

[Taylor]

salazar william slytherin?!

Salazar ordered a butter beer willingly, watching the waitress sliding it down the whole counter. He stopped it with his hand with a smile, sliding down some galleons to her. Taking note of the dim lights flickering after it thunders, he smirked. Lightning was here, that meant he would have to stay here for a while. Getting struck by lightning wouldn't be very comfortably or healthy. Looking at Rowena with a smile as she sat down he said,"Me.". His tone was rather calm, he knew Rowena couldn't do any bad damage. Probably a few yells and a hex that, chances were, missed him. Shaking his head to change his hair's position. Salazar didn't regret putting mice in their rooms, it was for his amusement, after all. Stretching lightly, he took a sip of butterbeer. Smiling at the taste, he looked around.

The people here were different from the other places. There were girls with frilly dress about three inches below their waist, revealing more then necessary skin. They had tight, well done hair, and their faces caked with make-up. Way too much make-up wasn't his taste. It was disgusting. Then there were the men, dressing in rich, one of a kind suits. Gelled back hair and stuck up attitudes. This place really wasn't the place for little poor homeless people that had to make corn, those probably would go to the Hog's Head or something. Salazar only went to this place for drinks, and if he wanted to bet on things. To him, this place clearly had better service and food. Cleaner, too.

Watching Godric walk in, he cocked his head. Seriously? Did they have radars or something to track him? Watching Godric sit down, he sat politely up straight. Salazar nodded at him, then cocked his head. "Oh, did I?" He hissed, taking another sip of butterbeer. Salazar was rather use to people yelling at him, it was normal for him to get yelled at. He wasn't going to help anyone get the mice out, he wouldn't probably think of some random excuse that he had made up on the spot. Sighing, he relaxed looking around once more. Salazar was now hungry.

[Dea]

He didn't seem too scared.
"You put Mice. In my room. How the hell did you even get in there?" Then a horrible thought dawned. What if he'd put mice with her clothes? Oh god. What if he'd gone through her stuff? Sure, he hadn't. But...Just say he had. Maybe.

No he hadn't.

"It was not funny. Nonono. Not funny.And hello Godric. Do you want the pleasure of murdering him, or can I?"

[Haine]

The cocky bastard. It was clearly obvious that Salazar was the one who had caused all of this, no matter how much he denied it. Unless it truly wasn't him, yet one of the poor misguided students that Sally's bad influence had corrupted. Or Sally could be using them as his minions.
...
Note to self: Find out if minion story is true later. Until then, continue to assume Salazar.

Godric sighed, shaking his head softly. "Well of course you did. Who else in the castle likes to collect rodents?" he replied in the same scathing tone. Godric then paused for a while to consider whether or not he wanted to miss out on the chance to kill Salazar and to order a butterbeer.
"You can kill him as long as I get to beat the crap out of him first."
That would be fun.

ooc//Crappppppyyyyyy.

[Dea]

"Hurry up and beat him up then. Before he runs," Rowena said, still glaring at Salazar. And of course she was thirsty. She'd just steal his drink. He owed her.
Snatching it out of his hand, with a "Hey, I had a mouse in my pillow," She took a sip. This...Did not taste like Butterbeer. Eh well. She had to go back to a room full of rodents.

Casually assessing her surroundings, it seemed this was a place for mostly...Wait. Was she a prostitute? Oh, wait, no. She'd just fallen over. That would explain the amount of skin showing. There was a man punching another man, yelling something about, 'An' stay away fro' my wife!'
Pleasant.

[zara :]]

{helgasusannehufflepuff}
you could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day

[/i]. Slowly. With a shovel. To the head. Repeatedly. And then she was going to slowly dismember him with a butter knife, and feed him to rabid squirrels. Why was Helga going through such pains to think up a fitting death for the snaky bastard? Because she woke up this morning covering in warm squeaking rodents. The irony was amazing. She had spent a good part of yesterday covering in writhing squirrels, and now she woke up covering in mice. It was at this time Helga realized the world hated her. With a passion. And just because she was relatively unscathed didn't mean her clothes were.

She woke up screaming, of course. Rodents were not her thing, so of course she didn't enjoy them sleeping all over her. And as she beat the mice away with a broom (one particularly unlucky rodent caught the brunt of her anger and splatted all over the floor, blood and guts everywhere) she began her planning of Salazar's death. Rabid rodents and shovels were inexplicably involved in her violent fantasies. She managed to kill and/or scare away enough mice to make her way to the dresser and get changed into suitable murder clothes. Clothes that she could spare. After cleaning up the mice gore that dotted her floor, she armed herself with a wand, and made her way to the doors. After shivered once and summoning a large umbrella, she trudged out into the rainy morning and followed three muddy pairs of footprints all the way to 3 Broomsticks.

She walked in to find Godric, Rowena and Sally all sitting together at a table, drinking Butterbeers while Rowena and Godric made up murder plans. "Do you want the pleasure of murdering him, or can I?" Rowena was saying as Helga got within hearing distance. "You can kill him as long as I get to beat the crap out of him first," Godric replied scathingly. Helga smiled. "I want some part of this homicidal scheme you two are brewing up," she said as she walked past Sally, aiming a vicious kick at the stool he was sitting in. She took a seat beside Salazar, the only seat open. And, conveniently enough, the most strategically placed spot for murder. Within shovel range. "I vote we feed him to rabid squirrels." [/size][/ul]

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[Taylor]

A smirk came up on his lips, looking at Rowena. "Hm, I doubt that I did." Salazar said, ordering randomly some french-fried potatoes/chips. Watching the waitress go get some, she slid them down. Stopping the bowl gently, he grabbed one and took a bite. Sliding down some galleons down, looking at Rowena. "Not funny? You must have no humor. Ooh, murder? Have fun in Azkaban." Salazar said calmly, chances were, they won't dare to murder him. Taking another bite of it, then looking to Godric. It was very fun to see these people get mad. It nearly made his day, to his pleasure.

"I do not collect rodents, you over grown four year old." Salazar hissed, rolling his eyes. Shaking his head, it was also fun to lie to them. "Aw, Godders, you know you wouldn't do that." He teased, beginning to lean back in his chair lazily. Then looking at Rowena, then Godric with an eyebrow raised. "Have you forgotten? I have a wand." Salazar said with a smirk, fingering the wand gently. Pulling it out slowly, he held it firmly at his thigh.

Laughing at the next thing Rowena said, he nodded. Cocking his head as she stole his drink,"I never knew you drank.". Rowena just didn't seem like the one to. Looking at the men fighting, that was rather amusing.

[Haine]

"Over-grown four year old?"
That's it. Now the cocky bastard was going down.
"Listen here you fu-" Godric started, clearly intent to go into a whole new swearing rant. Godric was many things, yet not an over-grown four year old. That was just uncalled for... He would have done it too, if Rowena (and now Helga) hadn't been present. Now it just seemed a bit uncouth.
So instead he just sat there, brooding silently.

"I think you'll find that I could and would easily do that, Sally. Would you like to find out how capable I am at doing that?" He replied, eyes narrowed and staring at the butterbeer in front of him.
Cocky Bastard. Cocky Bastard. Cocky Bastard.
"And if you haven't noticed, we all have wands. Dumbass."

Godric looked up from his drink and grinned. "The more painful, the better.However.... if we feed him to rabid Squirrels, we would first have to find some of those which I'm pretty sure none of us would like to deal with. Maybe we can dump his corpse there to get rid of any evidence once we've killed him."

[Dea]

"I drink, now I have to go back to room full of rodents, more than likely pro-creating. And yes, you have a wand. I have a wand. And I could say I am a great deal more skilled with mine than yo are with yours."

It must have been the drink. She was never normally that cocky and god was she taking everything in the wrong way.

"Ooh. After he's dismembered in one way or another, can we bury every single little part of him in far corners of the world? I'd quite like to travel, you see. Perfect opportunity."