Title: A Warning
Ratings/Warnings: 3rd-5th years; violence.
Word Count: 360
Favourite Founder: I can't say I have one, tbh.
The blood runs in rivulets down your arms. The snake twists around your neck. You are suffocating. You are drowning. You are helpless. You can’t speak. You are immobilised.
Rowena woke with a start, cold all over. She took a sharp breath of air and eased herself onto her elbows. At the end of her bed sat Salazar Slytherin, swaddled in emerald robes. He stroked his chin out of habit, but otherwise perched on the edge of his chair, completely still, leaning towards the bed at a very slight angle.
Instead of speaking, Rowena said nothing. She kept her eyes fixed on Salazar, waiting for his cue. The back of her neck crawled; he unnerved her, a feeling that overwhelmed her more and more frequently in his presence. His cold eyes watched her unflinchingly, as if evaluating her, as if waiting for her reaction.
Finally, she broke. ‘What is it?’ she asked calmly, sitting up properly. Her elbows ached, and she crossed her arms across her chest. She remembered her dream suddenly, remembered how powerful Salazar was. It occurred to her how vulnerable she was, sitting in bed -- wand-less. It occurred to her that she should probably start guarding her dreams from Salazar. He was powerful, but she could match him if she tried.
‘Nothing in particular. Nothing.’ His voice was unreadable. She’d never understood him.
‘Then why, dear Salazar, are you sitting in my chamber? It’s rude to interrupt a lady’s sleep.’
‘But I didn’t interrupt, dear Rowena. You simply awoke.’
‘Answer my question.’
Almost lazily, Salazar stood up and stretched. His hands almost touched the ceiling; Rowena’s wouldn’t have. She could feel his power rippling around him, like a magnetic field.
This encounter was a reminder: a warning. Rowena got out of bed and picked up her wand. Salazar laughed softly.
‘What are you scheming about?’ Any semblance of politeness was gone; Rowena jabbed the wand into his chest, leaving a tiny scorch mark. Salazar didn’t react, just simply smirked.
‘Nothing in particular. Nothing.’
With that, Salazar turned abruptly and left the room. Rowena’s skin crawled. Something bad was happening, and he wanted her to know that.