"MUGGLE-BORNS?! Be taught at my school?! Absolutely Not!" Salazar roared. The other three sitting round the table flinched.
Helga sighed and reached out to pat Salazar's fisted hand, resting on the table. Among the four house founders, Helga was known for her motherly attitude and kind heart. Her words could calm anyone. "Now, now, Salazar. Pay close attention to your temper!"
Salazar took a force deep breath before repeating himself, "I will not tolerate children of filthy blood statuses to be taught in my school!" With that, he stood and stormed from the room.
Godric sighed, "well his temper has certainly not changed since we were young."
Rowena looked at Godric, "Godric, that's not helping. None of your attempts at humor are."
Godric sighed and stood from the table, preparing to leave, "well maybe he should learn how to take a joke."
The two women sat at the table alone for a moment before they both sighed and smiled in understanding at the other. "Men," Rowena said, chuckling, "they are taller than boys, but their maturity level never changes." Both women laughed.
"Well, we best go check on them, don't want any torn teddy-bears." They laughed again as they got up to leave the meeting table too.
"Well I guess I'll go continue making my common room's plans," Rowena said, walking from the small room.
Helga stood alone for a moment and the sighed, "I guess I better see how Salazar is doing. Probably just needs another hug." She chuckled to herself and left to find Salazar. Only she knew how much like a Teddy-Bear he really was.