Ashley complied and drew the locket open. She peered inside and widened her eyes at the single picture encased. It was one of Salazar himself and Godric Gryffindor, off all people. It could have been perceived as a remembrance of their friendship if Godric hadn’t had his arms wrapped around Salazar’s waist with a smirk that rivaled the green-robed wizard. It was obviously a romantic gesture, which meant they had to have been a couple at some point in their lives, or maybe they hadn’t really stopped. Salazar had gone away, but not without leaving his familiar for his mate’s sake. If the two founders had truly been soul-bonded like Ashley was assuming them to be, then something as trivial as difference in opinions wouldn’t matter to them. Well, whatever they were to each other, it was obviously a well-kept secret.