Slytherin Dormitory: Some people just aren't friendly
Author's Notes: Hello, my greasy puppets. How are you today? Is that so? Well, I wrote fanfiction today! Yes! Yes! I did! I'm not a liar! Don't call me that! Ahhhh! Here's the proof....chapter 3.
I slept on a couch in the common room. I must be a light sleeper. I heard the footsteps and woke up before they had reached the bottom of the steps.
"Who are you?" was the greeting that met me.
I shrugged my shoulders.
The girl tossed her long, blond hair over her shoulders and sighed impatiently. Before she could say anything though, I heard a movement behind me, and realized that the portrait was moving. It was Professor Snape.
He entered the common room, looked at me, and then looked at the girl. "Miss Stevens," he said coolly. "This is your new room mate."
"But who is she?" Miss Stevens asked.
I looked at Professor Snape. He was looking at me. I raised an eyebrow.
"We don't know," he said.
"How can you not know?" she pressed
"Don't anger me, Miss Stevens!" Professor Snape yelled. "I expect to see this young lady-" here he pointed at me "-in the dining room with the rest of the house for breakfast on time!"
That wasn't clear enough. Could you please repeat it again?
"Yes, sir," the girl meekly replied.
"Good," said Snape. He turned to leave, but then added, "She doesn't speak." Then he left.
The girl gawked at me. "You don't talk?" she asked, shocked.
Were you expecting a reply?
"Gawd, they're letting anyone into Slytherin these days," she muttered, as she gathered books up from the common room desk. "Back when my father bloopidy joopidoo zebra cactus celery...."
Or something like that.
When she was finished, and it was appropriate for me to get up, I walked over to the mirror on the side wall. I must look a mess.
I was right.
My red hair was tangled...red?...it was going to take me forever to untangle it. It was so long I was surprised I didn't notice it last night. My eyes...were green! Good Lord! I'm Irish!
I'm pretty tall as well, come to think of it. And I look really washed out. Pale. Luckily I didn't have any freckles. Maybe I'm only part Irish.
Or maybe I'm stereotyping.
Whatever.
"Let's go, Red!" the girl, Miss Stevens, yelled at me. She and her friends were waiting at the portrait/door. I walked over to them and followed them out. It was going to be an interesting day.
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It was an interesting day.
In Hell.
At least I have one friend. A fifth year girl named Patricia Pureblood. The Ironic thing is...she isn't. A pureblood, that is. I mean, that's her last name, but she's really not...oh nevermind.
She's an outcast. Like me. The Slytherin's don't like people who are different than them in any way. They also don't like you if you're not "pure blooded". This sounds like a cult to me.
Each of the other houses stays away from me too. Including the trio I met before. They're in Gryffindor, and they seem absolutely appalled that I'm in Slytherin. As if I made the decision.
Maybe I did.
Who knows?
The beginning of my day started out all right. Apparently, I know more about charms, spells, and potions than I thought I did. I was going to be put in the sixth year classes, but when they saw how well Pat and I get along, they changed their mind.
I'm actually grateful.
I bowed again.
It was the first thing that came to my mind.
After that meeting, I was sent to lunch, and then to Double Potions with the people from Gryffindor and, of course, my own house, Slytherin. Professor Snape was the teacher. I should have sensed trouble brewing.
Get it? Potions? Brewing?
Ha ha.
Anyway, everything was going well. Patricia and I were working together, and we actually got "10 points for Slytherin" for our good work. Then things went wrong.
You see, the potion we were making was very dangerous to the skin. Toxic. A Gryffindor boy, Neville Longbottom, had added something to his potion to make it start spilling over the side. Without thinking, I bounded across the room and grabbed him away from the mass of boiling ooze spilling over the desk and onto the floor. The room was silent.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Snape yelled, striding across the room. "What has happened here?"
Mr. Longbottom didn't say a word.
Obviously, neither did I.
"And you, Miss...Miss...You should have let it spill on him! He has to learn from his own mistakes!"
What?!
I stepped infront of Neville in a defensive sort of way. He got my point.
"50 points from Gryffindor, and detention for you!" he ended, pointing at me once again. Class ended then. As I was walking out of the room, Professor Snape added ominously, "I'll see you tonight, Miss."
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Miss.
That was my new name. Anyone who wanted my attention called out, "Miss!". Usually no one did.
I spent that night cleaning the dungeon classroom. I didn't mind. At least I wasn't in the Slytherin common room. They had shunned me since I saved Neville from that toxic waste.
How stupid of me. I should have known better.
Professor Snape walked me to the portrait that led to the Slytherin common room. "Well, well, Miss," he said, chuckling meanly (that's the only word for it, really. Mean.). "It looks like you'll have to speak to get inside."
I gave him a "you wish" look, and sat on the floor.
"I can wait all night, Miss!" he threatened.
So we did.