You were happy the last dormitory could fit the four of you and no one else.
You paced the room after casting Muffliato so no one could listen in, if they'd try.
"Salazar is worse than I ever expected," Ominis mentioned from the edge of his bed.
"He knows about the ancient magic and actively using it? How is no one stopping it?" Anne asked, running a hand over her hair.
"This is probably the first or second year open? Salazar has ancient magic, they probably don't and to top it off, those curses aren't unforgivable right now."
"Under no circumstances can they find out you were raised by muggles," Ominis said, drawing everyone's attention.
"Yes, because that was at the top of our to do list," Sebastian remarked sarcastically. "And I officially don't like your ancestor."
"That's rich coming from the one who wanted to find his scriptorium."
"Stop," you and Anne said at the same time, but you let her continue. "We're all on edge from these turn of events but we can, quite literally, only trust each other."
"Yeah, way to go with the convincing lie," Sebastian added.
"Did you forget who you're talking to? I'm practically the queen of lying."
Ominis smirked. "Inventor, more like."
You looked his way and chuckled. "Hey, I'm pretty sure it saved our lives."
You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, instantly seeing his tension ease.
"Come on, we should get some sleep. We definitely don't want to be late if Salazar's in a bad mood," Anne said already heading to climb into hers.
Ominis made no attempt to move, drawing your attention.
"Are you okay?"
He shook his head. "He killed her without a moment's hesitation. Aunt Noctua was wrong. There's nothing good about Salazar and now we're stuck here with no way to return."
He moved to lean against you as you wrapped your arms around him. "We'll make it through this."
His head pressed into yours. "I know. Just be careful. More than you were last year."
You couldn't help but chuckle, though you knew he wasn't joking.
"I promise I'll try."
Knowing that's as good as he'll get, he closed his eyes.

The next day wasn't as shocking as the night before had been, you were learning very basic spells you had learned a long time ago, which gave you four the freedom of not studying after class. It did make the classes boring and more times than you could count, Ominis fell asleep and eventually ended up using your shoulder as his pillow a few times.
Godric was a good teacher, sort of reminding you of Fig and Weasley.
He was genuine and excited to tell new kids about magic and how to control it.
"Why are those Slytherins glaring?" Anne whispered, leaning close.
"Salazar is interested in our group and we showed up randomly after everyone else," Sebastian replied, as his eyes drifted to you. "Also given our own little miss ancient magic user, we're the talk of the school."
You shot him a glare.
"You're not the talk of the school," Anne jumped in, instantly wiping her brother's smirk away. "She is."
"Can we not talk about this?"
"I second that. All we're doing is making it easy for more people to find out," Ominis said softly when Godric drew close.
"Tell me, since you're in a discussion in my classroom, what spell do you use to levitate objects?"
Of course all of you knew the answer, but you kept quiet knowing that it would be better if they thought you were just trouble makers than from the future.
Godric nodded, his hands clasping behind his back. "Then perhaps it's better if you pay attention? We're not here to hear ourselves talk. We're here to teach."
You heard a few snickers from behind you, but nodded as his eyes passed over the four of you before he headed back to the front of the class.
You decided to keep quiet, falling back into the mind numbing madness of boredom.
It wasn't until the end of the class that Godric looked back at your group.
"You four, please stay. I wish to talk to you."
The four of you side glanced at each other as the other students left the room.
He gave a calm smile while he walked over. "You're not in trouble, but I do have a few things to ask about your time here and your...weird clothes."
Sebastian nearly chuckled, getting shoved by Anne.
"I don't think you've been quite honest about why you're here, were you?"
None of us moved to speak, Godric smiling as if he caught your lie.
"Why don't you explain it? You did come up with the convenient lie last night."
The twins looked at you, but you kept your features from shifting.
"Sir, I have nothing to say."
Godric eyed you, before giving a small chuckle. "You're guarded, that's understandable," he said sat down in the chair beside him. "You've earned Salazar's attention. This is very dangerous, especially to you."
You crossed your arms. "If you know what Salazar's doing, why let him keep going with it? I think that girl's parents sent her here to learn, not be killed."
He was silent for a moment, verbal chess takes a lot of work and thought.
"You're in the wrong house if you disagree with him."
"You're in the wrong line of work if you don't stop him."
He smirked, eyes twinkling like he enjoyed your fight. "Salazar won't let you or your blind friend go, but I can get these two out into my house. It'll keep them safe-"
"No." Sebastian snapped, closely followed by Anne.
"It might be better that way-"
"Ominis, no. We're in this together," Anne replied, getting Godric to raise a brow.
"In what together exactly?"
Glancing at the twins who clocked gazes of their own.
"Nothing," you said quickly, shooting a glare towards the them.
"So, are you the leader of your group?"
"There is no leader," you ended up snapping, getting him to smile.
"Then why try to silence them?"
It felt like he was purposely baiting you, so you just stared unflinchingly in his eyes.
He sighed before looking towards Anne and Sebastian. "Do what together?"
They looked over, but you kept your eyes on Godric, studying his body language to assess his notices for wanting to know.
"Can we talk? Alone." Anne asked softly.
He nodded politely and headed into his office after locking eyes.
"Maybe telling him would be of our benefit," Anne continued.
"Godric and Salazar are best friends until Salazar's pureblood views get crazy. That's what our history books say, but what we saw last night proves he's already around the bend. Who's to say that Godric won't tell him everything once we're out of the room?"
"She does make a good point," Ominis agreed.
"We don't know how to navigate this point in time and having one of the founders in our side, might help us."
"Sebastian, you're assuming he'll be on our side," you replied glancing towards his office door. "Besides that, you're not the one who will suffer the most if you're wrong, Ominis and I will."
"I know that, I'm just trying to help and you two are slow to trust-"
"For good reason," Ominis cut over.
"Well, you heard his voice, do you think he's going to betray us? Or did he seem to genuinely want to help?"
"I heard curiosity, concern, but nothing that suggested he wanted to help."
Sebastian fell silent, his eyes drifting down to the table in front of him, but Anne leaned closer.
"We know more spells than they do, right? We can erase their memories-"
"We know more advanced magic, but all of it is still bound to the same basic principle," you replied, frustration seeping into your voice. "There is absolutely no reason to tell anyone here about this. Especially not with the unforgivable curses going around like butterbeer. We can't trust anyone but ourselves. Do I need to remind you of Solomon, the Gaunts or my father?"
"No, but then we'd have to accept that we're here on our own and that's frightening," Anne admitted, her eyes dancing around the room as if someone would jump out and scare her.
"We are here on our own," you clarified trying to be gentle. "Godric's help doesn't mean we're magically safe from danger. It just opens the road to get hurt. We're not going to be here forever."
"I know, I just feel weird not having an adult around. Someone who can help when things get tough," she whispered, just before Godric exited his office.
He took one look at your group and gave a nod with a small smile. "I will not ask, but when you're ready to talk to someone, I'm here."
The four of you stood up and gathered your belongings, to head to lunch.

"Not so popular with all the teachers, huh?"
You ignored the jabs, just focusing on eating, which seemed to irritate the guy even more.
"What? Did you think you were something special?"
"Do you? Is that why your mouth never closes?" Sebastian shot back, getting the boy's attention.
"What? Protective of your friend? Or is she more than that?" He gave a scoff when Sebastian merely glared. "You would settle for something like her."
"Leave them alone," Ominis jumped in, getting the guy to smile, making you realize that he was just looking to annoy your group.
"Ah, the parseltongue. The other favorite. I'm not sure why Salazar is interested in the both of you. You're nothing. Just dumb students who showed up late and figured you could take over."
"Story of my life," you teased, grabbing your friends' attention. "Arriving late and it turning into a debacle. I guess this time the first years didn't take it with a grain of salt."
"Who are you calling a first year?" He scoffed, standing up and pointing his wand at the side of your head.
The whole room looked over as Anne, Sebastian and Ominis returned the favor. "Put your wand down."
"Listen to the boy." The room instantly went back to eating, except for the five of you, as Salazar walked closer, his eyes on the boy's face. "Jealousy is pointless Edward. Maybe I need to reiterate my meaning?"
Fear passed over his face as it drastically paled. "No-"
Salazar glared now, making the boy swallow and move to head out of the room, while Salazar's eyes turned to your group as they sat down. His face twisted into an almost too sweet smile. "I will take care of Edward," his eyes flicked over the table, cruelty flashing in them, "and anyone else who decides to attack...their housemates, unprovoked."
You had the feeling he was going to say "purebloods" but changed it when the rest of the founders had walked in.
Salazar turned to lead, flaring his cloak out as he walked. You couldn't help but wonder if the whole thing was staged to try winning your group over. Either way, it meant that he would do almost anything to get his way.