I wrote this in a spurt of inspiration. I've never even really cared much about the four founders before, but I thought who interesting their group dynamics would be. This is really just a pointless bit of writing that I simply had to get out, so here it is. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter stories or characters.

Godric sat in his usual red Victorian chair by the fireplace. He held his pipe up to his lips, staring transfixed at a spot on the hearthrug, deep in thought. It was only when Rowena's curt voice broke the silence that he looked up.

'It really was a fine idea, building a school. My students have all really taken well to my teaching. I expect we will have end of the year examinations to determine how much they have actually learned.'

Godric glanced over to Helga to see her reaction, but the plump, rosy cheeked woman merely smiled. 'Yes, I suppose we will.'

He turned his face to the fire, fully prepared to sink back into his thoughtful silence, when the doors to the room flew open with such force that they banged against the walls. A lean, black-haired man stood in the entrance way with an angry scowl.

Godric leaped to his feet, 'Salazar, what is this all about?'

The man, named Salazar strode straight to him and knocked the pipe from his hand to make room for his hand from which a bony finger pointed furiously at his face. 'You should know exactly what this is all about? You allowed a student into this school who has no magic in her blood at all! We did not build this school to teach the muggles magic!'

'Antoinette is not a muggle. She is a witch, and she deserves to be taught magic like any other witch or wizard.'

'She is a muggle, who has somehow learned to use magic, but it is stolen magic. She deserves nothing from this school. She does not belong in our world.'

Godric could feel his anger roaring up from the pit of his stomach. Antoinette had been born from muggles, but she had magic in her blood nonetheless. Who was Salazar to decide who deserved magic and who didn't? She was a witch, and she needed to learn to use her magic. When he had written to invite her to Hogwarts, he assumed that Salazar would be as narrow-minded and stubborn as always. He had been pressing to have any half-blood's eradicated from the school since the beginning. It was creating a rift in their usually easy friendship.

'She is staying. That is the final decision.'

'You don't get to just make decisions like that. You are not the Headmaster. I thought we decided it would be equal ruling.'

'Yes, so how about we take a vote. Who votes for teaching everyone who needs teaching no matter who they are or what is in their blood?'

Helga raised her hand immediately, but Rowena was hesitant.

Salazar sought to persuade her. 'Raise your hand if you want people with stolen magic contaminating the magical world with their unpure blood.'

Rowena, who was usually very sure of her opinions did not move but looked from Godric to Salazar and back.

Godric knew that she fancied Salazar, but she couldn't let that get in the way of choosing what she believed in. He had heard her taking about sending out more letters to the muggle-borns. 'Rowena, just choose what you truly believe in.'

Rowena pulled a piece of her dark brown hair through her fingertips and curled in under, then slowly drew her slender hand up above her head.

Salazar sighed, shaking his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes. He turned around and stormed out of the room, defeated. Godric knew that this was important, but he wished he could have followed him out of the room. If only he could say something that would help. He missed his friend.

However, he thought sullenly, there is nothing to say.