"Ah, yes," Godric said, resuming his seat. The fire crackled in the hearth, and the scent Helga's bread was as much a comfort as the heat and light the flames produced. "You wish to speak on the matter of the recent conflict at the library."
He heard Helga bustling around and knew she would hear the words he exchanged with James Potter. So much the better, it was, for her advice would be most helpful as well, should advice be asked for. "Unfortunately, I know little of the people involved or the situation, save the scraps I have gleaned from the entries of others."