Why were there no explosive sounds harking from the dueling arena this day? Was this Trent fellow not holding a dueling lesson?

Sorely disappointed and tsking as he stomped towards the arena once more, Godric vowed that this time he would have his due. This arena, this school, HIS school, was destined for GREATNESS and Merlin be damned if he let some soft man pretending to wear headmaster's robes thwart that destiny!

THROWING open the door and having it SLAM the wall behind it as it swung valiantly on its hinges, what greeted Godric's esteemed entrance was nothing but a scene of sore disappointments. Perhaps the biggest being that Salazar was already here. Though what came next TICKLED the fiery haired man and he caressed his mane along his chin with a sly smirk.

There was a Slytherin student on the ground. Unconscious.

"WELL WELL WELL, Salazar!" he roared as he strut over towards the fallen young one. "Looks like we see where the faint of heart dwell and were they doth not." His chest puffed out and he roared in amusement.