Salazar Slytherin stood in his room, wand in his hand as he looked down at his desk. He had pulled it to the center of his room and placed a rat in a cage on the end of it. He leaned down, unlocked the cage and let the rat break free. The rat was pure white with red eyes, he'd found it one day near the gutter outside and decided to keep it, naming him Triton. Though being a parselmouth meant Salazar was much fonder of snakes.<br/><br/>As Triton climbed out of the cage and began to scuttle across the table, the dark haired boy raised his wand. Giving it a flick and announcing, "Impedimenta!" A spark flew from the tip of his wand and the rat slowed down considerably. Unlike the fast scuttle it had done before, now it was barely even moving. Salazar smirked at this success, giving the rat a little tickle on his head before placing him back in the cage.<br/><br/>With another swift flick of his wand, his desk moved back to the corner of the room and the green rug in the center of the floor flattened out.<br/><br/>The 18-year-old moved to his fireplace, looking at the list of objectives he'd written down for himself. Sometimes he liked to give himself a list of things to do to keep himself occupied on days that seemed to move too slowly. He scribbled the word "<span style="font-style: italic">spellcasting</span>" out before looking at the next line down. "<span style="font-style: italic">Create Knotgrass Mead</span>"<br/><br/>Ah, Salazars sneaky way of making some alcohol for he and his friends.<br/><br/>He moved over to the corner where he stored ingredients, fingers trailing until he found a bottle marked "Knotgrass". The vital ingredient. But he never found it, it didn't seem to be there. He must have ran out...<br/><br/>The boy sighed, traipsing over to his bed and flopping on it for a moment. There was no way his tutor would give him Knotgrass, the only two things it was used for was Polyjuice potion or Knotgrass Mead.<br/><br/>But Salazar wanted to finish his list today. He was the kind of person that<span style="text-decoration: underline">would</span>get what he wanted, regardless of rules. A mischievous smirk grew on his lips, he knew just where he may be able to find some. His good friend Rowena would most likely have some - and hopefully give some to him. He left his room hastily, heading for hers.<br/><br/>He gave two solid knocks against the door, waiting for it to be answered. When she called out, he smirked.<br/><br/>"Why don't you answer the door and find out?" He suggested.