Godric stood just a little straighter when the Frenchman drew his wand, bracing himself for--nothing. That was it. The spell connected and Godric kept standing there waiting to see how long it would take for the intruder to realize that his spell had had no effect on him.

Perhaps he should offer a hearty laugh.

While he could no longer wield a wand, there were certain "perks" to having this new sort of life, one being the futility of those who tried to cast on him. "Done?" He was done and ready to get down to business. Gryffindor grabbed the man by his shirt and yanked him up from the bed. "I'll not be asking you again. Make your choice. Either you stand with us or you stand in our way and need to be taken care of."

They needed men of action! They needed to strike a hammer against the ills that had befallen the institution they'd so worked hard on.

These students needed better management and leadership. Not...not whatever was currently going on.