Lord. Of all the company to join him at the gargoyles it had to be Gryffindor of all people. "Jealous?" Salazar replied with a smirk. Though he hardly needed to be a skilled legilimens with this bashful oaf. Was there ever a time when Godric didn't want to settle things with a bellowing shout and a duel?

Rowena though...her, he was having problems reading, and it was incredibly frustrating. It was so much easier when people yielded their innermost thoughts and barely realised it. "Neither did I," he responded with an eye roll about not using their wands. So much for her being the smart one, he didn't even have his wand in his ringed hands. No, he'd planned on a much different approach.

What it was he didn't get to explain, however, as soon the man they were waiting for arrived. "Helga is right," as much as it hurt him to admit it, "what we've been doing hasn't been about having fun." The last word was almost spat out in distaste. Though it had been rather invigorating, being properly amongst the students once more. "It's about raising the standards of this school. We're not going back, safe or otherwise. No, the only ones who will be going anywhere are the ones who let Hogwarts fall so far in the first place. I have a list." He pulled a length of rolled parchment from his dark green robes with a flourish. Malachi Trent was at the top of it...followed by Finneas Schmoe. Muggle Studies was not a reputable subject, and those infernal babies of his needed to go with him.