It had been easy to win Salazar around again. Godric wasn’t sure what he’d said, exactly, but he had his suspicions. His thoughts had been dark since they’d started to argue, and as soon as the children had all gone to bed, fed and oblivious to the growing disagreements between their school’s founders, Godric had sought Salazar out, to beg forgiveness. He hadn’t needed to; it was touching to see Salazar admit that there were things they had to talk about, and that they were both as much to blame as the other. It was at least a start.