Author's Note and Disclaimer: I just realized I forgot to put an author's
note and disclaimer in the last chapter, oops! So there's really not much
to say except that I don't own them and only the ever brilliant J.K Rowling
does. So there we go. ( I don't think this is a very good chapter, but I
had to have a transition chapter to get me to the chapters that I'm have
plans for. Oh well. I never planned to make it more than one chapter but oh
well, it ought to be maybe two or three more chapters or so. So now, onto
the story and I would much obliged if you would review.
Of Snakes and Lions
Chapter 2: Wishful Thinking
"Gods Percy, you're going to strain something studying like that, you already get top marks anyway!" Oliver Wood laughed, watching his friend poring over an advanced Charms text book.
Percy ignored him, moving only to push his glasses up farther on his nose and turn the page in his book.
Oliver just didn't understand why it mattered so much. It was drive, something in him pushing him to go farther, do more, work harder. His mother just thought he was just an over achiever, but that wasn't entirely it.
He understood power plays, how to manipulate what was in front of him to get what he wanted and how to wield power once he acquired it. But unlike the Slytherins he actually had scruples, moral stopping points.
While the Slytherin's shared his love ambition and glory, the Gryffindor in him was too open and loving for them to every welcome him.
They were the shadows, slipping around the borders unnoticed to prey upon friend or foe for the resources they needed. He relied on friends and family in his quest for glory, and that they could never permit.
"Perce, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a Slytherin," Wood teased, leaning forward in the armchair across from Percy.
Percy smirked inwardly, failing at keeping his face emotionless. Despite his normally clueless manner Oliver had hit the nail on the head this time.
Through comments from friends and teachers Percy was constantly reminded of the other path the Sorting Hat had given him as an option. He had never told anyone else about it, he didn't want his House loyalty to be doubted, but sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had said yes.
Oh well, he dismissed the thought, it was no use fantasizing about something that different, that.un-Gryffindor like. He seriously doubted that his friends had ever wondered about what they would have been like in other houses, much less Slytherin.
"You should know better Oliver," Percy returned with a half-smile, looking up from his book, "when's a Weasly ever been in Slytherin?"
"Damn straight," called Charlie from the other side of the common room grinning at his younger brother who didn't quite return the smile with the same enthusiasm.
"The day a Weasly becomes a Slytherin is the day a Malfoy goes into Gryffindor," Wood snickered, eliciting laughs and mocking cheers from around the Common Room.
With the train of conversation becoming a little uncomfortable for Percy, he once again immersed himself in his studies. It was just harmless curiosity, Percy told himself. Not listening to the other voice that wondered if it was wishful thinking.
Of Snakes and Lions
Chapter 2: Wishful Thinking
"Gods Percy, you're going to strain something studying like that, you already get top marks anyway!" Oliver Wood laughed, watching his friend poring over an advanced Charms text book.
Percy ignored him, moving only to push his glasses up farther on his nose and turn the page in his book.
Oliver just didn't understand why it mattered so much. It was drive, something in him pushing him to go farther, do more, work harder. His mother just thought he was just an over achiever, but that wasn't entirely it.
He understood power plays, how to manipulate what was in front of him to get what he wanted and how to wield power once he acquired it. But unlike the Slytherins he actually had scruples, moral stopping points.
While the Slytherin's shared his love ambition and glory, the Gryffindor in him was too open and loving for them to every welcome him.
They were the shadows, slipping around the borders unnoticed to prey upon friend or foe for the resources they needed. He relied on friends and family in his quest for glory, and that they could never permit.
"Perce, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a Slytherin," Wood teased, leaning forward in the armchair across from Percy.
Percy smirked inwardly, failing at keeping his face emotionless. Despite his normally clueless manner Oliver had hit the nail on the head this time.
Through comments from friends and teachers Percy was constantly reminded of the other path the Sorting Hat had given him as an option. He had never told anyone else about it, he didn't want his House loyalty to be doubted, but sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had said yes.
Oh well, he dismissed the thought, it was no use fantasizing about something that different, that.un-Gryffindor like. He seriously doubted that his friends had ever wondered about what they would have been like in other houses, much less Slytherin.
"You should know better Oliver," Percy returned with a half-smile, looking up from his book, "when's a Weasly ever been in Slytherin?"
"Damn straight," called Charlie from the other side of the common room grinning at his younger brother who didn't quite return the smile with the same enthusiasm.
"The day a Weasly becomes a Slytherin is the day a Malfoy goes into Gryffindor," Wood snickered, eliciting laughs and mocking cheers from around the Common Room.
With the train of conversation becoming a little uncomfortable for Percy, he once again immersed himself in his studies. It was just harmless curiosity, Percy told himself. Not listening to the other voice that wondered if it was wishful thinking.