It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

Rowena's lips pursed slightly as it seemed the room was against her. Even the tired Helga seemed to lean toward the wishes of the gentlemen of the room, though perhaps maybe not as enthusiastically as Godric. Instead, she settled back in her chair to see how this would all play out. The fact remained, she was tried, she was drained, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in her large, warm bed though it was a shame it would be alone. Alas, that was a problem for another night.

When Godric brought up a societal experiment, her brow arched and she took a sip of her wine. "An experiment in what way, Godric?" she asked as she lowered her goblet and studied the rugged man. If they weren't such friends she would have long ago considered a tussle with him in the sheets. But alas, her interests in him were, mainly, intellectual.

The raven-haired Founder eyed him warily. Of course, their students would be examples of what they valued. That is exactly why they were placed in their houses unless their magic was faulty which is something she refused to believe. Curious as to their companion's responses, she looked over at Salazar and Helga to see what they made of Godric's comments.