Salazar Slytherin looked across the room, his sly, malicious eyes sweeping to every one of the three founders.
"But, dear Godric, don't you think we should have our students to ourselves? That we should enclose all our separate knowledge and pass it on to our chosen students? Our...traits passed on to them? Look at us", he indicated the other three with his hand.
"Godric, the noblest and bravest of us all,", he looked particularly bored as he addressed the fine-built man in scarlet and gold robes,
"Lady Rowena", he bowed, "The smartest, wittiest of us all. The one who will go through anything to seek knowledge."
"Helga,", he called, with a trace of malice. "The..most hardworking of us. The..kindest", he sneered
"I shall never understand why you speak about me with that malicious voice, Salazar," Helga responded. "Being hardworking shall never be a curse, for it is a blessing. I can't say the same about you, though."
"Ah, Helga. You have never seemed very intelligent in-"
"Silence!", thundered Godric. "We four are the best of friends. Let us not fight. Helga, Salazar,", he looked at them cautiously. "We all know that you have your differences, but are you ready to throw friendship away?"
"Must I remind you, Godric, that I do not particularly believe in friendsh-"
"It does not matter. What are you implying, Salazar?", this time it wasn't the deep, powerful voice that spoke, but the calm, level voice of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"What I was merely trying to say was that maybe we should...enclose our knowledge to each of our pupils. Each of us has one very strong characteristic. Maybe we should have four separate groups, or one House, if you may."
"And how will that benefit us?"
"Godric, I think Salazar is right. It would only be wise to have one House each. A place where our pupils have one thing in common they can hold on to, a place they can really call home."
"Even I admit that he is right, Godric." Helga grudgingly agreed.
Slytherin's eyes blazed. He had never felt so ashamed in his whole life. And why? Because of filth! Filth, staining his school. That filth, being an unworthy Ravenclaw. That filth, striding around the school, thinking she was superior to everyone. That filth, also known as a 'Mudblood', named Christina Jean Granger. She wasn't the only one. There were many other, and they had all formed a disgusting Mudblood society.
"I shall be leaving.", Slytherin declared, a blazing look of fury on his face. "This school is registering unworthy Mudbloods-"Slytherin!"-and I did not make this school for filth to come and roam around freely. I had no part in this, and we were never friends. At least, the people you are now were never my friends, and never shall be. Farewell." through gritted teeth, and a clenched jaw seething with anger, he left Hogwarts, left the other three founders, and left everything behind.
A/N: This was my first fanfic! I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me if there's something missing, and overall feedback!
P.S. So, I made Christina Granger up, and she is mine! :). P.S. I didn't make Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling did. Everything except the plot (And Christina) is hers. (And yes, Christina is related to Hermione. Obviously. Not the Dagworth-Granger bloke who was mentioned in the 7th book.)