"Be brave, be brave, my friend!" Godric Gryffindor sang a stirring little tune as he strode toward the flames. His fiery red hair shone brighter still, and his emerald-like eyes gleamed, making him look every inch a male lion on the hunt. Even his hearty singing seemed capable of cutting through the sparks. "Salazar, hold off for a moment, all of you. I'm going to challenge the Fiendfyre to a head-on, one-on-one duel!"
"-Godric, close as we are, I still have to question that idiotic statement you just made. Do you know how terrifying the Fiendfyre born from a fire this large would be? It could probably burn every hair off your body with a twitch of its finger! Still, I'll support you. Once you're dead, I can graciously accept that sword you commissioned the goblins to forge."
The man beside Godric spoke teasingly, his dark green robes fluttering as he wove through the flames as nimbly as a snake, without falling the slightest bit behind. He was Gryffindor's current best friend, the renowned Parselmouth, Salazar Slytherin.
"Haha, Salazar, if I really do die in a moment, you're welcome to the sword. You're the friend I hold in the highest regard. But that said, I'm not going to die. A mere soulless Fiendfyre, a creature of Dark Magic that knows only destruction and the slaughter of innocents-however large it gets, it's all show. How could it burn more fiercely than the mighty fire in my heart?"
Godric laughed and swung his wand as though wielding a sword, cleaving forward with tremendous force. The rampaging fire immediately beat a retreat, drawing back in unison to make way for him.
"Hmph-then all I can say is that I very much look forward to your performance." Slytherin flicked his wrist, and a gust