Summary: Another short ficlet I made, with a graphic. "It's your fault he left..."
“It’s your fault he left, Godric. Why did it have to resort to fighting? Why couldn’t you sort it all out? You act like a child.”
“Helga, Godric, no, we mustn’t fight—”
“My fault? Salazar left because he wanted power, and couldn’t share it four ways. And he’s right. The two of you can keep your students, and I’ll mentor mine. Clearly we can’t agree on fundamental teachings of humanity, let alone magic. We will have four houses, if his students remain. Four houses, one school. Nothing more, nothing less.”