Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame

Mathys could expect many things to rise him from his turbulent slumbers and had prepared himself for several emergency situations. A sword to his face, the tip of the blade just barely grazing his nose, was not on the list. In fact, anyone entering his chambers at this hour was simply unfathomable. He had made absolutely certain of that.

So it was only natural that his first thoughts upon waking were of utter confusion, followed by a few choice exclamations in French.

Uncertain as to whether or not he was awake or experiencing a fever dream, his arm moved subtly to reach beneath his pillow for his wand.

"Intrudair? Zat would be you," he snarled, his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness surrounding them. He could barely make out the mane of hair belonging to Godric Gryffindor, the man backlit by the pale light of the moon creeping through his closed curtains. Though even so he did not immediately come to the conclusion that that was who was looming over his bed. Why would he? "Who are you? How did you break my enchantments?"

His fingers brushed against his wand and curled around it.

Originally Posted by Godric Gryffindor

”Hah!” He barked. “I laugh at your little enchantments. They cannot stop the great Godric Gryffindor. Your Headmaster ought to have told you that.” But there was a lot Trent had let fall along the wayside. A lot that only the founders could fix.

“Now I’ll tell you again to be up. Prepare to leave this mighty castle. Only those who have received the finest education.” A Hogwarts education using guidelines he and his colleagues had set centuries ago, “can think to educate the young wizards and witches of the future. Out! Out with the likes of you, Sir.”

Although.

His sword eased away by the smallest degree. “However, you shall be spared if you join us. Your transgressions we can overlook but you must help us retake what is rightfully ours. Our school. In case the man had been wondering. Was he awake yet? This was serious business. To sleep at a time like this, unheard of. “Rouse yourself, Frenchman and we will see to a new order at Hogwarts. The original order. As things should be. We will remove Trent with or without your help. You’d best choose carefully lest you wish to have an unpleasant time within these walls.”