Inspiration struck as I listened to my Mom reading HP 6 to my bro. There've been plenty of Marauder-era fics, but I haven't seen many involving the founders. Enjoy and please, R&R!

Godric sighed quietly as he listened to the tutor drone on about the polyjuice potion. As interesting as he found the subject, he couldn't help but wish that he would not be caught nodding off.

Salazar ripped out the 'notes' he had been writing, folded them carefully, and discretely slipped them to a waiting Godric. Godric opened the note.

Do you think he'll EVER stop droning on? I'd really rather teach trolls do perform a ballet than listen to Mardling babble.

Godric suppressed a snort. Bartimus the Barmy had always been their favorite historic character to learn about. Even Mardling couldn't make Bartimus's exploits vapid. Godric pulled out his quill and scribbled a reply.

The revered Professor is certainly at peak performance this morning. Or perhaps it's just because it's such a sunny day. I'm glad I have the lesson will you, Salazar. I'd lose my mind if I was stuck with just Mardling for hours on end.

Salazar took back the note (again with the stealth he used to deliver it) and jotted down his reply.

Lose, dear friend? I was sure you had already lost your mind. I wish there was a decent school for wizardry in the area.

Godric glared at his friend, and tried to keep from laughing as Salazar began to pantomime Professor Mardling's every move.

Quit that! You're going to make me laugh, and then Mardling will thrash us both. Or worse, keep us locked up in here! But I like the idea of a wizarding school. Gryffindor and Slytherin's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I can see it now.

Salazar grinned.

Yes, yes, but I believe you juxtaposed our names. Would your reluctance to stay inside have anything to do with the lovely Madeline waiting for you outside? What's a little detention to hold-off love?

Gryffindor enraged by the fact that Salazar insinuated that he, Godric Gryffindor, was seeing Madeline. He was even more enraged that Salazar's inking was right. So, in the heat of the moment, Godric gave an impationed yell, bringing the infamous Proffessor Mardling back to Earth.

"Masters Gryffindor and Slytherin, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" he roared. He then snatched the note off Gryffindor's desk.

Salazar and Godric watched in horror as Mardling read the note, his face flashing various interesting colors, but finally settling on plum.

"You fathers will hear about this!" shouted Mardling, who then stormed out of the room to retrieve the authority figures in question.

"Godric you imbecile..." began Slytherin.

Godric looked slightly abashed. "Well, at least we've seen a new shade on the grand professor's hair-less head." His own face then took an interesting pallor as he realized exactly what he had done. "Madeline…"

Salazar patted him on the back. "I feel your pain. And just for that, I won't thrash you that badly when we finally get out of here."

"You, thrash me?" scoffed Gryffindor, his usual bravo restored. "I'd like to see you try."

Slytherin rolled his eyes, but there looked thoughtful. "That school idea of yours, Godric. Do you think it'll work?"

Godric looked at him quizzically. "Of course it'll work. I came up with it."

The boys fell silent as the raging Mardling reentered the room, with the annoyed looking fathers in tow. This was not going to be a pleasant afternoon.

An unpleasant afternoon indeed. -evil smile-