Salazar Slytherin stood alone in the entrance hall of his school, his tall figure silhouted almost eerily by the moonbeams pooling in from the open door. A chilly mist floated lazily across a star strewn sky. Salazar watched the stars winking at him and for the first time since threatening to leave, he felt quite saddened. He had built this school and watched it prosper, watched students come and go, felt pride as he learnt of their later achievments... But alas some of those students hadn't fit what he believed were the requirements to be lucky enough to be taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. He had argued defiantly over this past few months, but his fellow founders had shunned his believes. And for that reason it was time to go.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and Salazar turned to see Helga Hufflepuff walking towards him. She was a slightly plump witch, with spirals of golden hair that framed her pretty, kind face. She was wearing her usual robes of yellow.
"Can I not persuade you to stay, Salazar?" Helga asked.
"Will you agree to my terms?" Salazar said.
Helga shook her head apologetically. "You've heard what I've had to say, Salazar. I believe Hogwarts should be open to all, no matter what their heritage. I'm curious to why you think it should not," She replied.
"You've heard what I've had to say, Helga," Salazar said coldly, "And I shall stand by my words even if it means leaving this place."
"Then goodbye, Salazar," Helga said sadly.
Salazar could see that her pale blue eyes were filling with tears. However this failed to move him. Salazar Slytherin was a man of his word. With a curt nod he turned on his heel and marched out of the hall, down the stone steps, and across the grounds until the fog consumed him. Helga brushed away a small tear. She had always been a sensitive witch, and the loss of one of her closest friends had hurt her badly, despite his believes.
"I see he was being quite serious, then," A voice said behind her.
Helga turned to see Godric Gryffindor standing at the foot of great marble stairs. He wasn't quite as tall as Slytherin, but what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle. Godric was a handsome, stocky man with a head of thick auburn hair and an even thicker beard. As always his ruby encrusted sword hung at his hip.
"I couldn't change his mind," Helga confessed thickly.
"Then, my dear Helga, we do not need him," Godric said kindly.
"You really believe that your old hat is capable of housing students correctly, exactly as we would have done ourselves?" A womans voice quite different from Helga's sounded now.
Rowena Ravenclaw stood at the top of the stairs, her midnight blue dress pooling around her. She was an austere looking woman with long waves of black hair, long, arched eyebrows and high cheekbones. She stared down at the remaining followers with bewitching dark eyes.
"We shall see in September, when we gain our new students," Godric replied, then he stared hard out at the grounds as he added, "No matter what blood runs through their veins."