His eyes surveyed the room.

He and Godric had been seated in front of a fire for about 20 minutes. Salazar sipped on his drink impatiently, while Godric seemed to be lost in thought. They had been waiting 20 minutes for the others to arrive, a pair of supposedly extraordinary wizards. Godric had dealt with them while Salazar scouted the land for their location which was in a nice, deep area within Scotland.

However, when two witches appeared out of thin air, to say he was shocked was an understatement. The first one dressed in long dark robes with brown hair, very nice on the eyes. His eyes drifted to the second witch who was gently shaking out her robes, a very light yellow shade. What an odd color, steel grey eyes scanned her when she finally straightened out.

Blonde hair held back in a decorative way, almost the same color as her robes. Her cheeks were slightly red, most likely from apparition but she still held her head high. Godric was to them first, so Salazar swirled his glass once more before downing it and getting up to greet them.

"Rowena," Godric said merrily kissing her hand, affected greatly from the fire whiskey in celebration of the school the four of them had planned to start. This was the meet and greet, "Miss Helga," Godric smiled down at the younger witch, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"This is my best friend, Salazar Slytherin," he said announced, introducing him to the rest.

"Lady Ravenclaw," Salazar said bowing slightly towards her. "Rowena is fine, Salazar," the Ravenclaw stated matter of factly while bowing; "This is my good friend Helga Hufflepuff."

Hufflepuff, it took all of his will power not to snicker. He turned his attention to her, noticing her blue eyes immediately. "M'lady Hufflepuff," he bowed towards her without taking his eyes off her.

She smiled an honest smile towards him; it was probably one of the most beautiful moments in his life.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Salazar," she beamed and curtsied. Such a graceful creature.

Godric had grabbed two glasses and Salazar went to grab the fire whiskey. He hoped the witches could hold their liquor for at least one night. Rowena held out her cup and he poured the whiskey carefully, Helga held hers out.

Bringing the bottle down Salazar used his other hand to steady Helga's, hers was shaking slightly. His fingers barely grazing her hand, he could feel the warmth emitting from her little hand. Maybe it was her magic, he had heard of about others being able to feel other's magic.

"Thank you," Helga said gratefully while Salazar refilled his own and Godric's.

"I do believe a toast is in order," Godric bellowed and slung his arm around Salazar in a friendly manner. Salazar couldn't hold down the grin, drunken oaf.

They all raised their glasses, "To courage, bravery, loyalty, nerve and chivalry," Godric said proudly. Rowena smiled at Godric, almost admiring him in her own way, "To intelligence, creativity, learning, and wit."

Salazar listened carefully to each person's little spiel, intrigued by what these words basically meant. Rowena intrigued him, indeed. Helga hadn't piped in yet and so he stared at her, almost waiting or mimicking her. He wanted to hear what she had to say.

She was openly glaring back at him; it was very entertaining to them all. Godric laughing loudly, "Come now!"

Helga snapped out of it then, clearing her throat "To hard work, tolerance, loyalty, and fair play," she spoke steadily and you could feel the strength behind her words. However, Salazar couldn't help the low chuckle escape his throat.

What the bloody hell was he doing? He set his cup down, "To ambition, cunning, leadership, and resourcefulness," he finished with a wave of his hands. Helga wasn't even looking towards him, her hands holding her glass in her lap.

He furrowed his brows, feeling a bite of anger sift through his body. How dare she so blatantly ignore his, but he looked around. Everyone seemed unaware of her, all except Salazar. His anger receded, actually feeling bad that no one had paid much mind.

"Where is this institution being constructed?" Rowena asked.

"Upper region of Scotland, further away from them," Salazar's words dripped with venom. He had distaste for the muggles, persecuting and hunting people. His people. He gripped his glass tighter, feeling eyes on him he looked up and saw a glimpse of a worried looking Helga.

She averted her gaze, getting up and turning towards the window facing away from the fire.

"When will it begin?" Godric asked, reaching over for the fire whiskey. Salazar playfully pulled it back from the drunk, causing Godric to lose big of his balance. "Slytherin," Godric grinded out.

"Here, let me pour for you," Salazar poured some into his glass and watched his friend's temper die down. He was not a drunk or an oaf, he was just letting loose tonight. He deserved, they both deserved it. They both deserved this opportunity to help out their own kind, a safe haven away from their kind where they couldn't be hurt.

Salazar watched as Godric and Rowena started talking in private. He looked behind them and saw Helga still staring out the window. He had more important things to worry about but the moon light was hitting her in the most perfect way

He would never deny beauty when he was confronted with it. He slowly got to his feet, taking the bottle with him and coming to stand beside Helga.

"Refill?" He asked curtly and watched as she jumped, a little startled at his unexpected presence.

She turned towards him and held out her glass, "Yes please" she barely whispered. He could tell the whiskey was hitting her hard. Her eyes had glazed over; he wondered if she had properly ever drunk before. A man's drink that is, he refilled her glass anyways and was half tempted to grasp her hand again.

"A toast, to cooperating and working together," Salazar said and tilted his glass in her direction. Helga's mouth formed into a slow smile.

"It will be a pleasure," she said slowly, almost seductively. Salazar blamed it on the alcohol since he started to notice how nice her skin was, the slopes and dips of her neck, collarbone. His hand twitched to touch her; he knew that she would be warm and comforting. Everything he wanted.

Helga took her glass and clicked it against his in a friendly gesture, taking a sip of her own. She would never know how lucky she was, if she hadn't woken him out of his lust filled dazed. He wasn't too keen on getting hexed tonight.

Maybe another time.