Author's Note: An idea that lacks originality, this is just something I needed to get out of my system for reasons beyond explanation. Please don't hit too hard. I don't know what I was high on when I wrote this, so I should mention now, this cheesy philosophy means exactly squat in my opinion. You might think differently, and if you do then tell me about it.
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Disclaimer: I am SO not rich, and SO not british. Which obviously constitutes the fact that I'm certainly not J. K. Rowling and I do NOT own Slytherins. I just play with them.
SINNERS
Sinner i n /i . a person who sins, esp. habitually.
We're sinners. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just sinners. Simple to the rest of the world, but not to our own. We are the bad. The ugly even. We are the dark side. But we have pride. Pride in what we are and where we come from, because each and every one of us - is of pure blood.
We are simultaneously - Slytherins.
Perceived negatively, we want the reputation we have. For it is all we have, past our name. If one is Slytherin - they are bad, dishonest, impure. Or so everyone else thinks. Purity is a question of choice. Most of the time. Not of the Slytherinism. Though we haven't been born with purity written all over our features we have the cunning to make up for it. The incredible ambition and strength to overcome what ever it is that comes in our way. To grit our teeth and push until we get what we want.
The matter of differentiation between real and some-what Slytherin isn't a hard thing to master. A real Slytherin isn't evil, just devious. Intelligent. Appealing in a less-than-wholesome way. Thusly, a non-Slytherin is a person who was placed in the house because they are pointlessly and perpetually bent on hurting others. Not necessarily of particular wit, they don't always come off as 'not real' Slytherins, but looking a little deeper, past the skin - so to speak, would prove them unworthy of the Slytherin name.
We were never blessed with the proverbial 'goodness' that everyone prays on. But our intellect drowns it all out. The ability to manipulate to get to our greater good is above all else, what every person strives for - sometimes unbeknownst to themselves. Even the Gryffindors. They can't. We can. They're honest - we don't need to be.
They think we're terrible because they don't know. Every Slytherin - albeit a sinner, has a personality. Has a past. Not always a good one. In most cases it is worse than any of us would ever dare to let on. Too proud perhaps, for even our own good. Our past makes us more Slytherin than our birth. Our past makes us all - at some point realize that if one was born Slytherin, then one has to live by it.
We are languid creatures. With appeal and class. With pride and most certainly allure. Not all of us though, only the ones that are Slytherin enough to live and breathe it. The real, unadulterated sinners, Slytherin to the very last bone in our body. It's in the way we move, speak, hold ourselves. It's in the demeanor that presents us as Slytherin or otherwise.
Pride is what describes us. We like being the 'bad' house in Hogwarts. The pride is so severe in fact, that it pushes some to death. Anything to not ever seem weak. Proud of what we are in a terrible way. An intensely shocking, mentally fucked up way. Proud enough to do anything to sustain the pride itself.
With a certain measure of elegance - we live above all else. We might be arrogant, selfish, cruel and self-centered but that's what makes us what we are. The Slytherins. The sinners.
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