"Oi! Slytherin! Get yourself over here! Rowena and Helga need to talk to you. Me too for the matter!"
"Honestly, Godric, use my given name if you please."
"Of course, Salazar, you wish is my command." Godric gave an over exaggerated bow at the end, " Now, as soon as you come speak with the rest of us, you can get back to doing whatever you do, to ensure your 'eternal hold' over the school."
"Godric, I really would appreciate it if you stopped mocking me. I realize we are friends but we are still adults. Therefore, we can and should act...responsibly. Though you do seem incapable of that."
Godric had long been trying his patience. He didn't seem to understand the importance of keeping magic a secret from Muggles, including magical children born to them. It was too great a danger. Instead, Godric only focused on making a mockery of himself and others. It was what caused the most strife between the two. Godric couldn't stop long enough to take anything seriously.
"Aww, is Mr. Snakey Wakey caught up in his evil plans to murder me again? Come, the women are waiting."
And there it is again: Never taking anything seriously. The man's most serious thought was about whether he could do a loop-de-loop on his broomstick.
"Salazar. Helga and I were discussing your recent... attitude towards some students. It is unacceptable. We realize your views, but you cannot criticize a student for their heritage and you do not just give low marks and detentions because of it. You have sent many a student crying to Helga and we have had enough. If you continue with this behaviour we may be forced to remove you from the school "
"Yes, Salazar, you can't just do that. Your icy demeanour scares them well enough," chimed in Godric.
"Is this really the way you all feel? If that is true I shall retire to my office to think over what you have said. Goodnight." he quickly dismissed them with a very clear disdain in his voice that was not missed by the founders.
Salazar then retired to his rooms. Though he did mull over the words of his fellow founders, it was not in the way they intended. Instead, he finished his plans for his chamber. Should the Muggle-borns ever posses a threat to the school, his heir would stop it. He would not let magic be ruined by Muggles burning children at the stake. As soon as his chamber was constructed in his private bathroom he would leave the school. He was not welcome anymore, he could see that. At least his legacy would be left behind, as would his protection. It was all he could do.
Written for The Amazing Writer Competition and once again beta'ed by the lovely and wonderful teddylupin-snape!
