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

Salazar was, indeed, a little perturbed that someone would assume to request something of them when they had already given him a job, a roof over his head, and the food in his stomach. And now they were saying that he'd done something else, which granted him a little leeway but as Salazar did not see as how effecting the scenery was something boon worthy to now ask them for this.

Then again, Godric was right. The Raine family was quite the prominent one - especially in Ireland. His own homeland had sent so few students but Mannix had quite the reputation there. A few words in the right ears...

And they were pureblood. If, indeed, the man could be convinced to entrust all three of his offspring to care at Hogwart's, it would be a sign to others that this endeavor was no mad lark, as Salazar had heard it laughed about at the last reunion he had been to. While it had stung, Salazar was all about making this endeavor successful at any cost. If his pride took a hit, needing the approval of others to make it a go, then he would grit his teeth and endure - for now.

Unfortunately, Rowena was correct. There were no small tasks here. Salazar had no idea what condition this brother was in - what he was capable of. "Several good points, Rowena.

"However, Godric also does have one in the fact that this family is a relation to a great many wizarding families. It could be a terrific boost to our student body. Can we really afford to turn a single body away, if it grants this sort of opportunity?" Salazar posed. He could only imagine the wonder if he could score the littlest one for his house. What a feather in his cap that would be!

"But," he said, noticing the relieved smile on Godric's face. No, my friend, he thought. I'm not quite sold yet. "Rowena's points are still valid. We do not have time for our nurse to be caring full time for an injured man. Nor are there any small tasks. So what is it you suggest he do to earn his keep? What is he even capable of, at this point?"