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

Godric was a little disappointed in all of them, himself included. This was supposed to be a party, a happy celebration. He should have known to wait for tomorrow - or at least until later tonight when they were a little inebriated. Then again, had that been the case, would Rowena have remembered to tell them about this random hire she suddenly decided that they needed?

Was Salazar seriously considering hiring a lab assistant. That would actually be a good role for one of his more advanced potions students to fill, if he was sincere on needing one. And he'd met plenty of students over the last few years who would be thrilled to have a way to earn money, if that was the case. Too many, in fact, who wanted to try and earn their way. Of course, Sal would never hire any of them because many of them were muggleborn. Damn his mother and the insane obsession that she'd instilled in her son's brain so securely.

And now Helga was getting down because the mood was coming down. She's always the one that tried to pick them up. If she was falling, what hopes did the rest of them have.

"It was a simple misunderstanding, I'm certain. One that we won't have happen again. Now, more importantly," he said as he stood up, abandoning his plate of food safely since his beloved companion was still out in the hall waiting for him. "Who wants more wine? And maybe a game of charades!" He sent an enthusiastic grin at them all despite the groan that Salazar emitted. Still, he only suggested it when Helga was a bit down. Between the two men, it was code for that situation. And frankly, they could all do with some cheering up. He knew Sal would agree - begrudgingly but would play competitively enough when the game was on.