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

Helga was glad it seemed Godric and Rowena were also against the idea of using a blood contract on their staff. She herself had fought against using it when it came to the house elf staff so using it on the more human staff was just as wrong and unacceptable. It was a chain on the signer, locking them in place and not always of free will. That was her take on blood magic and it was one of the reasons she avoided using it at or as much as possible. 

It was a little interesting to hear but also expected to hear Rowena had a project idea for the school or more so for the future generations. From what her fuzzy and slowly shutting down mind could understand, it would help find future students so they wouldn't have to go out in search of them themselves again. A good idea once they heard the rest of it like how the children would be notified once the ledger had their name down. It was also a subtle note that she hadn't been the only one with some last minute ideas to spring on the group every now and then. Just another connection linking the four of them together and made their friendship what it was over the years.

All her focus though seemed to fade when Salazar finally responded and even drunk she knew he wasn't thrilled about his idea being shot down. Helga looked at him, offering an apologetic look that seemed to go unnoticed. It wasn't easy when your idea was shot down and more often Salazar's ideas were the ones not quite agreeable to the rest of them. She felt bad not being able to support him when he offered the idea but she couldn't go against her own beliefs and opinion and unfortunately most of the time his ideas just didn't sit right with her. Things like blood magic or being more selective when it came to children they taught here, she could only imagine it was his mothers fault for some of the darker thoughts in his mind. If only she could have met him sooner, maybe she could have lightened up his life a little earlier with her food or something like she had done with Rowena and Godric.

When it seemed like he was going to take off for the night with a bit of a hurry to his pace, his mood down and any chance at getting in a good enough mood to celebrate Helga tugged herself out of her warm drunken buzz not wanting to let him leave in such a state. "Salazar w-wait.." she said and stood up quickly from her seat in an effort to stop him. A little too quickly and not quick enough as he still departed the room without a moments pause while she ended up now seated on the floor, her legs giving out on her the moment she tried to stand up faster than they were ready for her. 

Helga exhaled a small soft groan, feeling a little like she was swimming in thick water for a moment while the room swayed in her vision. Her rear end hadn't appreciated her sudden drop either but the rest of her body was thankful for the somewhat cushiony landing. Turning slowly, she pulled herself back up to her feet slowly and sat back down in her chair. "I hate making him upset like that and not having a chance to make it up to him. Its not intentional honest but I guess its unavoidable with the four of us having different strong points in our minds" She said brushing past her fall to the floor a moment ago. She would feel it a bit tomorrow but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to either. "Wonder if I had one of his favorites prepared for part of the morning meal it would lift his mood a bit better?"