Chapter Seven

Later

I will admit I knew not what to expect at the Feast. Dumbledore has, as I said, told me of the four Houses and sorting, but to actually see it is completely different. Still more surprisingly, I was sorted right after the first years with no preamble as to my age.

Well, I suppose I am now a Slytherin, though I confess the hateful looks from the other houses were rather disconcerting. After some prying, I found that Slytherin is the 'dark' house. That is, this is the house from which most dark witches and wizards originate. I shall take that as proof that I have left the light. No vampire could be a part of the light, so I must consign myself to what pleasures darkness affords.

When I sat at the Slytherin table, I was not prepared for the stares or the whispers. From what I have seen so far, this is a normal reaction to my new exterior. As disconcerting as the whispers were, the sudden silence for a single boy to speak was more so. His voice alone had this commanding sharpness to it that made the dark undertones sound insidious and almost frightening. All he did was snap at them for silence. That alone would not have been so unusual, but each and every person to hear him obeyed without question. Their eyes widened in what I believe was fear, but reverence and awe were also apparent. Whoever he was, they feared and respected him. Of course, only time will tell what I think of him. In fact, I did not even see him. Ah, Intrigue, you make everything interesting.

Anyway, I followed the crowd to the Slytherin Common Room (dungeons, past the fourth brazier, blank wall, password Parseltongue). The furnishings were somewhat of a shock at first, but as I look at them again, the surprise has faded to appreciation. Everything is green, black, or silver, though thankfully the silver is left to trim. I believe I could grow to be very fond of the common room. None of the bedrooms have windows, but there are enough in the rest of the castle to not be found wanting.

As I remember, the teachers are all aware of what I am in case of any...accidents. Headmaster Dippet was very reluctant to allow me here, but Professor Dumbledore was very persuasive, apparently. He won over a Professor Slughorn who, according to Dumbledore, is most eager to meet me. I can only imagine for what purpose he would wish to meet a newly turned vampire.

Even without that knowledge, the other seventh year Slytherin girls seemed to know that I was different. Only one of them spoke before pointing me to a bed and warning me away from 'Tom Riddle.' He sounds like her boyfriend, but I cannot be certain.

The furnishings were pleasant where the company was lacking. I have a comfortable, if small, four poster bed, to myself. It has dark green privacy curtains. I also have a dresser as well as myu trunk, which like the others is at the foot of the bed.

Now, on to people. The one that spoke to me was Olive Hornby. She is arrogant and condescending to say the least. One could almost say, were her ego any larger, that it would explode upon contact with the pressures of school. Her ego aside, Olive seems to be quite the slut. I cannot help but wonder how many blokes she has spread her legs for. However, her ultimate goal is apparently to marry this Tom Riddle, the same person she warned me from.

The other girls in Slytherin seventh year are considerably more tolerable than Olive.