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Being in Slytherin is like having a reputation forced on you. It's like having the last name of Black. Lestrange, or Malfoy. There are principles to uphold and all of Hogwarts is always watching.
The tension in the Great Hall was suspiciously higher this year than past years. It seemed many more eyes followed our group as we wove our way through the crowd to sit at the very bottom of the Slytherin table. Rudolphus's long stride and overall aura made people part and the small group of third years that were dangerously close to our spot slid down as we approached. As the others sat down, I stood for a second longer observing the familiar faces that swarmed the hall and just as I turned to sit a mass hurtled straight into and Rabastan and Dolph immediately came to my feet, being the closest, Rabastan quickly grabbed my hands pulling me up from the floor and Dolph picked up Peter Pettigrew by the scruff of his neck.
"I didn't know that Gryffindor's were blood traitors and blind," he hissed. Dolph stood easily a foot taller than Pettigrew, who was probably five feet four inches at the most.
"You half blood piece of scum," I spat at him, rubbing my elbow where a bruise had started to blossom across the pale skin. The whole table watched amused at the scene, Peter Pettigrew was nothing without his friends and we could easily prey on that weakness.
"That's enough Jocelyne. We'll be sure to register your opinion and hold it in highest esteem," Sirius Black said striding up behind me and quickly releasing Peter from Dolph's grip. "I'm surprised you touched him Rudolphus. I'd get your blood checked, they might demote you to Gryffindor," Rudolphus reached quickly for his wand, it was safe to say that most of us were chomping at the bit to put Sirius Black back into his place.
Sirius, however, simply put both of his hands up in surrender and started to back away with Peter scurrying behind him. "You know what the Dark Lord says, pure bloods are in short stock best save me for later, Actually, it's best to procreate early. Jocelyne, you know where I sleep," he said winking.
"I would sooner have a Hufflepuff as a mother," I yelled at him. At the exact moment Professor McGonagall entered the hall with the nervous line of first years and the entire Hufflepuff table and first years turned to look at me. She gave me a stern glance and motioned for me to sit down. Bellatirix let out a shrill peal of laughter and the first years only seemed to shuffle closer together. I sat down across from Narcissa who gave me a twisted if slightly sympathetic smile. Dolph sat down on my right and Rab on his right hand.
"A very dirty start to the year,' Lucius said smiling down at me. "Don't worry I don't think blood traitor is a catching disease Jocelyn,"
"I heard that Potter has officially caught Lily Evans," Rabastan said leaning towards us. "It's a shame a pureblood and a mud blood," his eyes danced with mischief. The Lestrange brothers were like night and day, Dolph with his cool demeanor and long straight chestnut hair and brown eyes and Rab with pale blond hair and hazel eyes, much more akin to Lucius than his brother. At times it seemed that Rab was much to light hearted to be with us.
"To think that high and mighty Jocelyne was once though to be destined for Sirius Black. Then he was sorted into Gryffindor and that finished that," Bellatrix said laughing at the sheer absurdity. I tried to ignore her by turning to try to be interested in the sorting and I could feel Regulus's gaze tugging at my own but I couldn't look at him after Bella's comment.
After that dinner was an uneventful affair and I feel into place behind everyone else, Narcissa linked arms with Lucius and Bellatrix was very much engaged with Dolph.
"She's a bitch isn't she," Regulus said coming up next to me.
"It's just the way she is," I said giving him a side glance. He put me on edge when he spoke to me. Where everyone else had a strong personality, Narcissa was controlling and Bellatrix intimidating. Dolph was malicious, Lucius was manipulating and Rab was pure mischief. Regulus had been overshadowed, a guessing game when it came to what he was going to say or what he was thinking.
"Still, it's lousy having a cousin who is such a bitch. I don't remember a single birthday I enjoyed because she was there or family function as a matter of fact," he said thoughtfully while playing with the knot his green and silver tie.
"Well aren't you looking forward to the Black week long extravaganza? It's all Allondra Spencer can talk about you know," I said lightening the tone. "The parties, the dresses, the food, the eligible bachelors for a daughter just looking for a match," I said exaggerating my mother's hand movements and her slinky way of walking.
"I knew you were in it for something other than the food," he said smiling down at me. "I myself am in it for the dancing. Twinkle toes is a common nickname I hold,"
"And all along I thought that Andromeda got the Black gracefulness," referring to the clumsy forgotten Black sister.
"Well I will tell you a secret…she isn't invited so I won't have any competition," he said in a mock whisper as we reached the Common Room.
"Ah so your brother must not be invited because he would compete with you for most family charisma?" I could tell immediately after I had said it he was offended.
"I have no brother," he said, exactly what he had said on the Hogwarts Express. He stood for one more moment with me at the threshold of the Common Room, staring straight ahead and not meeting my eyes.
"Regulus…I didn't mean…I," but before I could finish any kind of meaningful sentence he had stormed off into the boys dormitory. I was thankful that Bella hadn't been able to make another remark about scaring off Regulus. I stood utterly confused for a moment in the Common Room the others had taken up their seats right in front of the fire but all I could think about was going to sleep.
I bundled my dark hair into a bun and washed the skin that seemed stretched and drained of color. My green eyes seemed to tired for a day consisting of no class and my eyelids heavier than usual and as I fell into a fitful sleep, I dreamt of a tall dark haired boy who twirled me across the dance floor, and of forever disappointing my mother.