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Royalty
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The Slytherin common room is never well-lit. The silver chandeliers that hang from the ceiling are thickly coated with dust, blocking any hint of light trying to peak through. Nobody cares. They could dust if they wanted, but nobody does. None of them would actually do their own cleaning. They aren't lazy, but there are house-elves for that type of cleaning. But the issue is left as it is. It's been like that for years. Probably forever. Seems they like it dark, those Slytherins.
She sits at the desk in the middle of the room. She sits in the center of attention. Everyday she sits there, always the same spot. She's claimed her own table. He works off to the side, where the burning ember's heat grows cold. He doesn't seem to mind the cobwebs. He sits in a green chair that everyone knows is his. Nobody dares sit in it. Only him. They always sit alone. It's not that the others don't want to sit with them. Quite the contrary. They just don't want the others around.
She sits slouched over, sucking on a sugar quill and playing with her black hair. She's trying to hammer out a paper. He's in his chair, drawn into a book. The rest of the room watches.
They turn heads as they enter the Great Hall. They both wear the same expressionless look. They spilt their own ways, the boy joining his friends, the girl hers. Though neither of them really have any friends. A friend is nearly impossible to find in the Slytherin house. Everyone knows that. Especially the Slytherins.
The boy isn't sitting with the girl, he never does. The girl doesn't care, it's better this way. The professor is lecturing, the girl is sleeping. The boy is staring at the professor. He doesn't take notes. He probably never will.
He gets into a fight after dinner. She's just around the corner. She watches everything. She's proud. The boy walks away, she follows.
She's sitting back at her desk. He's sitting in his chair. Hours pass. People enter, people leave. The girl plays with her hair. The boy watches the people. The Slytherin common room is even darker at night. Hushed voices tell secrets, secrets that don't stay hidden in the silver and green room. Everyone knows a Slytherin can't be trusted. Especially the Slytherins.
The girl yawns. The boy looks at the girl. They both stand up. It's gotten late. The boy and the girl walk to the staircase together. Silent as always. They have their own rooms, they are prefects. Their badges are on their cloaks.
"Goodnight, Malfoy," the girl says, nodding.
"Goodnight, Parkinson," the boy replies.
And the Slytherin royals go to bed.
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A/N: This was one of my "weirder" pieces, just because "the" and pronouns are used excessively. I know that makes it grammatically wrong, but I'm posting it anyways. I'd like to thank Compellingold for the idea of Slytherin King and Queen. She has a *fabulous* story up, you all should check it out!