Dumbledore stood upon his feet before the many pupils. "Now if you
will please follow your prefects and heads of house up to your
dormitories," the old man announced in his croaky voice. "And have a
wonderful first night new students!" He sat back down, folded his hands,
and watched the hustle and bustle before him.
A broad man with long black hair tied back stood up from the staff
table and approached the fleet of confused Slytherins. In his left ear was
a dangling earring with a gleaming skull. This man didn't look as if he
should be pissed off.
"Well what are you waiting for Ralston? Lead these bumbling first
years to their dorms. You are one of the prefects, correct?" he sounded a
bit agitated.
"Oh. Oh right Professor Blogwood, sorry. ALRIGHT! FOLLOW ME!" a tall and lanky boy with sandy hair shouted as he waved his hand above everyone's heads to beckon them towards the door. "Hurry, hurry! You need rest for your long day of school." He turned and walked towards the doors of the hall. Prefect Ralston lead them off to the right of the Great Hall into a long, gloomy corridor. Severus shivered as the temperature changed; it reminded him a bit of his home.
Everyone was chattering nervously as Professor Blogwood watched them with careful eyes. The two boys who had been next to Severus during the sorting ceremony looked quite suspicious whispering behind their hands and snickering at a few girls ahead of them. Ralston continued shouting to everyone to turn certain corners and to keep up, but no one quite listened because they were still chatting. Ralston came to a wall and halted suddenly. "Alright! This is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room." A few people looked confused; how can a wall be an entrance unless you blew it up? He continued. "The password for entry is Meatloaf." The sandy haired prefect turned to the wall and spoke the password while laughing and glancing at the glowering Blogwood. Everyone shuffled inside with Blogwood at the rear. Many gasps of amazement were heard, and some were not impressed at all. The room was dimly-lit and furnished with various green and silver lined furniture. Upon the walls were big shields bearing the Slytherin House crest. Over on one side of the room was a fireplace already aglow with a blazing fire. The fireplace was surrounded by some of the silver and green clad furniture. At the back of the room were two sets of stairs, one leading to the left and one to the right. The Head of House stood before the chittering students and cleared his throat; everyone shut up and listened. "The left staircase- " he pointed behind him to the left, "leads to the girls' dormitories. And to the right is the boys'. Now off to bed." He walked off to his own quarters with his forest green robes swaying behind him. Ralston supervised as the children scuttled up to their dorms. Little did he know that Ethan Warner had put a "Kick me; I'm a goit" sign on his back.
Severus snickered as he walked up the stairs. "Heh, that title suits him." When he got up the stairs he opened the door that read "1st Year Boys" upon its plaque. He stared at the scene. Over on one bed were some stalwart boys bouncing while acting like Neanderthals, and on another was a boy with silvery blonde hair and bluish grey eyes stroking his hair quite vainly. Yet again he found Ethan and Stephen whispering to each other. "Shouldn't you guys be getting ready for bed? Blogwo-" Severus started.
"Oh, shut it. Like we want to follow rules. FEH! Rules are for the other houses." Ethan interrupted. "Plus, it's too early."
This really annoyed Severus. Number one: young Snape hated being interrupted. Number two: he did not enjoy being told to "shut up." "Well fine! Fall asleep in your classes! See if I care!" Severus huffed and sat down on a nearby bed.
"Like it matters? All tomorrow is going to be is rules, rules, rules, and nothing but," came the boy who had been preening himself. "We'll probably fall asleep even if we aren't sleepy." One of the oafs jumping on the bed fell off. "Heh. Good one Lucius! Tha's funny!" This was said in a slow moronic way. Of course, EVERYTHING was moronic to Severus today. "Yes Crabbe, that was funny; wasn't it?" Stephen rolled his eyes at him. "God you're the biggest smeg head I've ever met." "Would you people shut the frig up and go to bed? Unlike you, I WANT to stay awake tomorrow," the hooked nosed boy demanded. He expected a wise crack from someone, and he got it.
"No one's stopping ya'. But we're staying up as late as we want," answered Ethan. He was definitely getting on poor Sev's nerves. He smirked at Severus' annoyed expression and went on talking with Stephen.
Severus took off his robes grumbling about how rude people can be. And then came the other bouncing boy's moronic voice.
"Hey! Look'it! He has pink bunnies!" he was pointing at Severus' boxers and bouncing simultaneously. Which was quite miraculous because he had a brain the size of half a pea; Severus expected that Crabbe had the other half. Severus froze and turned bright red as the rest of his peers in the dorm turned and stared. "HEY! Uhh.. it's not my fault." It came out quite meekly. Severus was as red as a tomato as everyone started laughing at his pink fuzzy bunny boxers. He then covered his face, miserable and dived in bed to shield himself. Tonight was going to be a LONG night. Poor Sevy-Wevy.
"Oh. Oh right Professor Blogwood, sorry. ALRIGHT! FOLLOW ME!" a tall and lanky boy with sandy hair shouted as he waved his hand above everyone's heads to beckon them towards the door. "Hurry, hurry! You need rest for your long day of school." He turned and walked towards the doors of the hall. Prefect Ralston lead them off to the right of the Great Hall into a long, gloomy corridor. Severus shivered as the temperature changed; it reminded him a bit of his home.
Everyone was chattering nervously as Professor Blogwood watched them with careful eyes. The two boys who had been next to Severus during the sorting ceremony looked quite suspicious whispering behind their hands and snickering at a few girls ahead of them. Ralston continued shouting to everyone to turn certain corners and to keep up, but no one quite listened because they were still chatting. Ralston came to a wall and halted suddenly. "Alright! This is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room." A few people looked confused; how can a wall be an entrance unless you blew it up? He continued. "The password for entry is Meatloaf." The sandy haired prefect turned to the wall and spoke the password while laughing and glancing at the glowering Blogwood. Everyone shuffled inside with Blogwood at the rear. Many gasps of amazement were heard, and some were not impressed at all. The room was dimly-lit and furnished with various green and silver lined furniture. Upon the walls were big shields bearing the Slytherin House crest. Over on one side of the room was a fireplace already aglow with a blazing fire. The fireplace was surrounded by some of the silver and green clad furniture. At the back of the room were two sets of stairs, one leading to the left and one to the right. The Head of House stood before the chittering students and cleared his throat; everyone shut up and listened. "The left staircase- " he pointed behind him to the left, "leads to the girls' dormitories. And to the right is the boys'. Now off to bed." He walked off to his own quarters with his forest green robes swaying behind him. Ralston supervised as the children scuttled up to their dorms. Little did he know that Ethan Warner had put a "Kick me; I'm a goit" sign on his back.
Severus snickered as he walked up the stairs. "Heh, that title suits him." When he got up the stairs he opened the door that read "1st Year Boys" upon its plaque. He stared at the scene. Over on one bed were some stalwart boys bouncing while acting like Neanderthals, and on another was a boy with silvery blonde hair and bluish grey eyes stroking his hair quite vainly. Yet again he found Ethan and Stephen whispering to each other. "Shouldn't you guys be getting ready for bed? Blogwo-" Severus started.
"Oh, shut it. Like we want to follow rules. FEH! Rules are for the other houses." Ethan interrupted. "Plus, it's too early."
This really annoyed Severus. Number one: young Snape hated being interrupted. Number two: he did not enjoy being told to "shut up." "Well fine! Fall asleep in your classes! See if I care!" Severus huffed and sat down on a nearby bed.
"Like it matters? All tomorrow is going to be is rules, rules, rules, and nothing but," came the boy who had been preening himself. "We'll probably fall asleep even if we aren't sleepy." One of the oafs jumping on the bed fell off. "Heh. Good one Lucius! Tha's funny!" This was said in a slow moronic way. Of course, EVERYTHING was moronic to Severus today. "Yes Crabbe, that was funny; wasn't it?" Stephen rolled his eyes at him. "God you're the biggest smeg head I've ever met." "Would you people shut the frig up and go to bed? Unlike you, I WANT to stay awake tomorrow," the hooked nosed boy demanded. He expected a wise crack from someone, and he got it.
"No one's stopping ya'. But we're staying up as late as we want," answered Ethan. He was definitely getting on poor Sev's nerves. He smirked at Severus' annoyed expression and went on talking with Stephen.
Severus took off his robes grumbling about how rude people can be. And then came the other bouncing boy's moronic voice.
"Hey! Look'it! He has pink bunnies!" he was pointing at Severus' boxers and bouncing simultaneously. Which was quite miraculous because he had a brain the size of half a pea; Severus expected that Crabbe had the other half. Severus froze and turned bright red as the rest of his peers in the dorm turned and stared. "HEY! Uhh.. it's not my fault." It came out quite meekly. Severus was as red as a tomato as everyone started laughing at his pink fuzzy bunny boxers. He then covered his face, miserable and dived in bed to shield himself. Tonight was going to be a LONG night. Poor Sevy-Wevy.