Chapter Four: A Question of Blood

It was just before Halloween. Late one night, Salazar Slytherin called his co-founders to a meeting in the dungeons, in what would later become the living area of the chambers of the Head of House for Slytherin.

"There's something important relating to this school I wish to present to your attention," he said as he and the ladies settled into chairs.

Only Godric remained standing. "Well, go on," he said. "Spit it out."

"Well, to put this mildly," Slytherin said. "I realize that it's… a bit… late to bring this up for this year, but this is a school for wizardry. I know the three of you aren't… preferential… to the types of students that are allowed here, especially you, Helga. However, I feel that, starting next year, we should limit the students that are accepted."

"Meaning…?" asked Godric.

"This is a wizarding school. We should only allow pure-blooded students here."

"Are you crazy?" Rowena asked. "Tell me you're kidding, at least, Uncle."

"No, I'm completely serious. We need to pass our ways to only the worthy students. This means no blood traitors, no half-bloods of any sort, no Squibs, and definitely no Mudbloods."

Rowena and Helga stared at Salazar in disbelief.

"I don't believe this," Godric said as he stormed out of the room. The two ladies followed him out.