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Spewing out too many words since November 2003
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Founders ficlet, random thoughts
First, stupid thoughts of the vacation-deprived brain.


Does this mood sound familiar to anyone?
Boy, it would be nice to have someone to cuddle with. Nothing romantic, just a nice sort of touch. Just... hey! What are you doing in my personal space?!!!! Get away!!!

It's were-Fern.

I start a week's vacation this week. Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya. I'm not going anywhere or doing anything, but I'm not going to work. That should do wonders for my state of mind. Regular silver bullet, that. I plan to play Civilization, write fanfic, and draw up plans for original stories that I won't get around to writing. Instead, I will wonder whether to write them under my real name, or as Fern. Fern is more prolific than real name me. Not to mention, more widely read.

I'll make my final decision on whether or not to get bangs. And pay the phone bill. And that's it.

Oh, and I'll go feed geese at the pond and admire the spring foliage, and meditate on how cool my neighborhood is, and will remain until a major land sale cedes a bunch to people I don't trust to keep the neighborhood intact.

Okay, self-indulgence over. I'm vain enough to think people like my fiction, not quite vain enough to assume they like my blathering.

Over at persephone_kore's journal, there was some talk about the Founders. I realized that I had all kinds of assumptions about them that I've been developing as I write Sorting Hat songs in Of A Sort, but I never actually sat down to write them as such. Blood in the Earth, which featured baby Godric Gryffindor, was meant to lead into a Founders fic, but it never got anywhere, as I lost hold of it. Just to refresh memory, in it, baby Godric's mother was a powerful witch who married a Muggle, around the time of the Norman invasion. The bad guys, the order of the Evil Faith (l'ordre de la mal foi), sack their town and kill everyone, but she escapes with baby Godric and yadda, yadda, he ends up living with the proto-Weasleys (Callum, Lord Gillivray, and his wife, Lady Mairi). What I didn't get to is that a young boy of about nine--a prodigy--is the kind of "totem" that the mal foi have at the head of their army. I think I can get everything else into a ficlet.



"I'm not wanted there," Salazar Slytherin said. He turned his back on Godric--and the subject--with some disdain.

Godric swung backward on the branch where he'd been perched, spreading his arms for balance and catching on his knees to flip upside down, then jumping down to the soft, marshy ground. Mistress Helga would scold him when he reached her home--it always ripped his robes when he did this--but he had too much energy to climb down in the normal way. The idea was too big--huge--and it wanted ot come out of his toes and fingers and unmentionable parts in great bursts of power.

"I want you there," he said, following Salazar, who was nearly back to the stone hut in he lived. "What's a magical project without Salazar Slytherin? Every wizard in Britain knows your name."

Salazar stopped at his door and turned around. "That, my young friend, is precisely the problem. They remember perfectly well that I sat comfortably at the head of the Order of the Dragon."

Godric rolled his eyes. Everyone else called it The Order of the Evil Faith, or the mal foi, and Salazar only called attention to himself by calling it what it had called itself. He supposed it was just a habit. "You were nine," he said. "It was a long time ago." Godric scrambled up onto a stone sculpture of a snake that Salazar had made. "They know you didn't choose that. That's why they--"

"--let me live here in such luxury? Generous of them."

There wasn't much to say to that, as it was true. The war was fifteen years over--Godric himself hadn't learned to use the privy yet when his adopted family, the Weasels, had bound the power of the mal foi with their own blood--and as Salazar hadn't done anything wrong since then, he couldn't imagine why such a fuss was made. Even Lady Mairi didn't especially like it when Godric visited Salazar. Her husband, Callum, Lord Gillivray, believed in reaching out... but even he was leery.

Godric wasn't.

He'd found his way to the hut in the fens when he was ten and Salazar nearly eighteen, as he'd made his way to the valley to stay with Mistress Helga. She'd scolded him horribly for being two weeks later than she'd expected him--"I've been sending every bird in the countryside around to look for you!"--but it had taken him quite a long time to get Salazar to teach him anything. Or even talk to him for that matter.

It had been nothing but a challenge at first, but in fact, he liked the older boy. Salazar was the first person even close to Godric's age who wasn't impressed by his magical strength, because Salazar had been even stronger once. And he had an intelligent but cutting sense of humor that always seemed to shrink things down to size. It was ridiculous that people were afraid of him.

"This could be a chance then," he said. "To show them that you're not at all bad. And maybe to meet some nice, pretty young witch, like you've been going on about." Godric grinned widely.

Salazar frowned. "In this godforsaken land, how will I know that she's a... true witch?"

"See if she has a wand," Godric suggested breezily, ignoring Salazar's taunt as he always did. "Or just show her your wand and see if she knows what to do with it." He waggled his tongue in an obscene way.

Salazar fetched a dramatic sigh. "That's your Muggle blood. Neither class nor shame."

"It could be worse. I could have been Norman."

"Instead, you're fortunate enough to be a bloody-handed Celt mongrel."

Godric spread his arms expansively. "So, what do you say? Will you join the bloody-handed Celt mongrel for a grand adventure?"

"You don't intend to leave until I agree, do you?"

"Aha! I knew you were intelligent enough for this."

"And your dear Mistress Hufflepuff?"

"She offered to teach you as well, you know."

"I had little to learn from a back-country garden witch."

"Really? Then why do I have to tell you all the plants you don't know when you want to make a new Potion?"

No answer but a glare. "Sister Rowena told her it was better that I didn't go to her."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Sister Rowena came and told me." He paused at Godric's surprise. "Well, honestly, you don't believe you're the only one who speaks to me, do you? Sister Rowena has brought me books and food from the convent since I was ten. She said Mistress Hufflepuff was going to come to me again, but it wasn't a good idea."

"Pity she's a nun. She'd do nicely for you."

"She's twice my age, and nearly past her childbearing years."

"You shouldn't be so sentimental, Salazar. People will talk."

"The point of marriage is to produce an heir. I wouldn't seek it otherwise."

Godric shook his head. "You should come out into the world, Salazar. Pack your bags. We'll go to Mistress Helga's in the morning, get her, and then go on to the convent for Sister Rowena. I know they'll come along. Sister Rowena is always complaining about young witches and wizards who can barely read spell books, and Mistress Helga can only take so many pupils in her house, as she keeps getting more grandchildren to add to the mix. You're the only one likely to put up a fuss."

"And the only one with no special interest in the subject." He ducked into his hut.

Godric sighed and jumped down from the sculpture, following him in. "As long as I've known you, you've complained about how stupid and ignorant everyone you meet is. This is your chance to change that. To put everything in one place. Salazar, we could change the shape of the whole magical world in Britain."

"So could the mal foi."

Godric wrinkled his nose. "I prefer my idea. All that dangling people by their ankles and slitting their throats for blood didn't seem to make anyone less ignorant."

"More powerful, though."

"Provided you weren't the one actually being bled."

"Yes, of course."

Salazar lit a fire and hung a cauldron over it, not talking to Godric for several minutes. Godric watched him go about this. He wondered, sometimes, how much of what Salazar said was meant to be a joke. But even if it wasn't--maybe especially if it wasn't--it wouldn't be a good idea to shut him away from all of it, even if he claimed he wanted to be shut away.

"What are you brewing?" he asked after awhile.

"A Potion to make trespassers disappear."

"We both know that if you really wanted me gone, I wouldn't be here."

"Do we?"

"Yes."

"Hmph." Salazar stirred the cauldron. "It's actually a stock made from deer-meet, with cabbage and some herbs. I've bread as well, if you'd like some."

Lady Mairi had strongly advised him not to take any food from Salazar, who had been known for his Potions since he was old enough to reach over a cauldrop lip. Godric reflected on this briefly as he took the soup, then drank it down. It was as good as ever. "You could train the house elves to cook," he suggested.

"A dream come true."

Godric put his bowl down on the table and headed out. "Never mind," he said. "Join us when you want to."

It was meant to be a parting parry, but Godric's parting parries rarely worked all that well. Halfway across the mud flats in front of the hut, he thought of something else to say, and turned around. When he stuck his head inside, Salazar was sitting on the hearth, his soup bowl untouched in his hands, staring morosely into the fire.

"You always complain about people not liking you or understanding you. That's not going to change here."

"It won't change anywhere else, either."

"Maybe not. But you could stop... brewing yourself. Come on. Pack your things. We're leaving."

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kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: May 9th, 2004 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
She'd scolded him horribly for being two weeks later than s he'd expected him

extra space in "she'd"

Salazar's taunt as he always did. "Or just show her your and see if she

show her "yours"

He waggled his toung in an obscene way

tongue

Otherwise, a compelling story that makes me want to read the backstory.

Kizmet
volandum From: volandum Date: May 9th, 2004 06:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Certainly interesting as far as ficlets go, though I'd like to see a continuation.

Her husband, Callum, Lord Gillivray, believed in reaching out... but even he was leary.

I think that it should be "leery".
Will join the bloody-handed Celt mongrel for a grand adventure?
I've never seen "will" used in this case; "wilt" seems to be preferred.
persephone_kore From: persephone_kore Date: May 9th, 2004 08:04 am (UTC) (Link)
You know, I love it when Godric gets to snark too. :) I especially liked... about half his lines, actually. ;)

And the whole "I'm brewing a potion to make you disappear. ...Oh, fine, it's soup. Want some bread?" bit. And Salazar brooding... er, brewing himself... when Godric ruined his own exit. Such as it was.
persephone_kore From: persephone_kore Date: May 9th, 2004 12:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
The idea was too big--huge--and it wanted ot come out of his toes and fingers and unmentionable parts in great bursts of power.

*belated snort*

And I'm moderately sure that this ficlet (and absent-minded comparisons to some of the assorted versions inhabiting my own brain) contributed to the thought popping up unexpectedly in the midst of other things...

"Salazar's a Marsh-Wiggle!"
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 9th, 2004 12:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
*belated snort*

I hesitated on the unmentionable parts, but as soon as I'd written that it wanted to come out in bursts of power, I just... well, he's a sixteen-year-old boy, and his blood, to quote Spike, does not always flow in the direction of his brain.
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 27th, 2005 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)
It's also the middle ages. Having read some of the Wife of Bath's comments, I gather there was rather a lot of things said rather bluntly back then about certain parts of the body.

Ellen
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: May 9th, 2004 04:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
hey. that was fun to read. Yet another portrayal of Godric. I hope I" mnot mixign anyoen's foudnerfics up .I' mjsutdiscoveringt he fun of readign those.

and I WIL read the backstory .really
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