A/N: When/if you review, I'd like to request if you think this should have a next part, and if you'd prefer any particular house for a next part. (If you want one) If there is going to be more, I'm definitely leaning towards Ravenclaw, but I can do other houses as well.
In the meantime, enjoy!
Pansy Parkinson and her crowd of girls giggled, just as they had
for the past hour. Elisa tried to ignore them.
"AND he
also-"
"Excuse me." snapped Elisa. "SOME
of us have exams tomorrow."
Linda Farra, Pansy's best friend, looked up long enough to glare at her, but she got no more acknowledgement than that.
I should just go to the common room, Elisa thought. At
least intelligent people hate me there.
There were smirks
and mutters as she emerged from the girl's dorms, but her fellow
students must have been feeling tolerant, because she managed to
study for 15 minutes in an armchair before Blaise Zabini approached
her.
"Good evening, mudblood." he said. She ignored
him. She'd been called worse than that.
Ignore him, ignore
him, ignore him, ignore him ignore him IGNORE HIM
"Where's your mum tonight? Walking the streets, looking for a wizard to dirty with her sex? Or is it a beast-only service?"
Zabini was stronger than her, more muscular, but she was quick,
agile, which turned out to be all she needed as she punched him
across the face.
"Miss McCabe!" Professor Snape
seemed to appear from nowhere. She looked around at the common room,
meeting looks of disgust, triumph, hate. She released a feral scream
of rage and jumped away from the armchair, leaping through the
portrait. Not looking back, she ran through the halls, and into the
Forest.
She stopped, leaning against a tree, crying. It was
too much. She'd been able to handle their cruelty for a long time,
but there were limits.
I'm so stupid, so stupid. Goddamned temper, I'm going to be
expelled. I should just throw myself to a dragon-
"Are
you lost?" said a patient voice. Elisa turned. A man leaned
against a nearby tree. His hair was silver-blond and his eyes were
green. He looked at her, concerned.
"No." she
sighed. "Who are you?"
"You wouldn't believe
me. Let me just say I'm a friend. And a...a former head of
house."
She did a double take. The man couldn't be older
than 30. Too young to have held more than a year or two as a teacher.
The forest holds secrets, doesn't it? Everyone says
that.
"Tell me." he said, breaking the silence.
"What is Slytherin house like?"
"I'm a
mudblood. I'm not worthy to know about the rest of the house."
"One
of my best friends was a muggle-born." he shot back. "So
tell. Tell what you're like, at least."
"Well, I've
got a bad temper, I don't like mixing with people, and I'm a
mudblood. That enough?"
"Let it go, Elisa." The
man's voice was steely and impatient. "Tell me about Slytherin
house, what it is now."
"We're hated! We've all gone
over to the dark side!" She blinked back tears, her energy
spent. "We all belong at Durmstrang. And they all hate me. All
of them."
He sighed, looking down. "I'm afraid it
would have come to that. I'm sorry, Elisa."
They stood in
silence for a few seconds.
"You wouldn't believe me if I
gave you my friend's name. She was a great witch, you know.
Intelligent. Stubborn. Kind."
"What happened to
her?"
"She was killed. By someone she trusted."
His face was contorted with wistfulness and hate.
Elisa looked
away, at the castle. Something clicked in her mind.
Silver
and green....
"I should go back." she said
softly. "Thank-you, Professor Slytherin."
