who: Salazar Slytherin and Walburga Black what: food when: 5 February, evening where: her home, to start rating/status: possible language/in progress
Salazar may not have been a very sociable person - not at this age, anyway - but he was good at reading people. And he could tell, simply by seeing a blotch on Walburga's journal, that something was wrong with her. Ever since they had first spoken, and she had told him about the trouble she had with her son, Salazar felt attached to her. He missed his own mother terribly, and while Walburga could not and did not take her place in his heart, she made him feel comforted. It took a lot for Salazar to like someone, but when he did, he didn't like seeing them hurt.
Barely a moment after closing his journal, he was already on his way to her house. He had left a note for Mischa, telling her where he was going and why, and that he would be back in a few hours. Cursing under his breath in Parseltongue, Salazar wrapped his arms around himself to try to keep warm in the bitter cold. He always hated winter.
When he reached her house, he lazily leaned against her doorframe and knocked three times. As he waited, he thought about what he wanted to eat. Pasta, maybe. With red velvet cake for dessert.