Well, hi again! It's me Bryan. Now that the introductions are over, lets (hem, hem) get on with the story. So all the teachers gave us talks on OWLs and Mark got into The House Of The Stuck-Up. And he knows Potter from before and the Gryffindors are making a big fuss about it. Big deal! Guess Aunt Faye knew Potter too, and his COUSIN beat Mark up. I'll kill him. And Mark says the Muggles told them that Potter went to some centre for criminal boys. Hell! Real sweet of them, right?
OK, so by the time we'd got back to base (Slytherin common room), there was a big notice on the board. The notice board. It read:
"ALL SLYTHERIN STUDENTS INTERESTED IN JOINING AN ANTI-GRYFFINDOR GROUP MAY COME TO THE DUNGEON SIX ON FRIDAY AT 5:00 P.M."
Anti-Gryffindor, I thought. We need a group for that? Isn't it like an unwritten rule that all Slytherins are against Gryffindors, whatever the Sorting Hat says? Some dumb Crabbe-Goyle type fellow must have put this up. That's what I thought. Jase and I decided to go, anyway. It'd be fun, we reasoned, it was anti-Gryffindor and anything like zat is fun. Little did we know what was in store.
There was quite a large crowd in Dungeon Six on Friday. Draco Malfoy was presiding over the meeting. He started off by asking us how many of us thought Mudbloods were scum. All of us yelled in affirmative. We did because we didn't want to be the odd ones out. C'mon, my aunt's Muggle and Mudblood is a FOUL word. Really, really foul. That's in case you don't know. We Slytherins prefer saving our own necks. OK, I'm revealing the ulterior motive I have for telling you this story. I'm trying to drill into your head that Slytherins are normal humans. Homo Sapiens, you understand me?
Next Malfoy asked us how many of us thought You-Know-Who was a cool guy. OK, not really, but he used very stuffy language. Again a resounding "Yes" sounded amongst us. (Whistles) It was like, sick. Who likes him. I don't, Jase doesn't, but we also don't want to be seen as freaks by the rest of Slytherin. Aw right maybe we're the only decent Slytherins. Who cares.
It turned out the whole purpose of da group was to recruit new Death Eaters. A few of us said we'd tell Malfoy later. The others readily jumped up. What else could be better that joining the Death Eaters? Chewing the cud? Ahem, that's my opinion. For all you cows out there, just think I said being married to Dolores Jane Umbridge (God save the guy).
Jase and me walked out of there. You might be thinking I'm going to run and tell Dumbledore because there wouldn't be any point in writing about Slytherins if we were Slytherin-ish. Well, you listen to Phineas Nigellas. "Slytherins are brave but we prefer saving our own necks". OK, I'm NOT splitting. I dunno how they can do it so publicly but, recruiting Death Eaters. I almost wrote Death Easters!
OK, I'm no writer, but I'll tell you more about the meeting. Just to fill space. I need to write a LONG story. I hate small chapters.
Malfoy rose after Dungeon Six had filled up. He put an Imperturbable Charm on the door, on both sides, so nothing could be heard outside. Then he began – "I presume all the people assembled here are from the noble house of Slytherin". Of course everyone was. Then he asked us whether any of us were Muggle born or half blood. He got a few sarcastic replies, including one from Jase and me. He smiled coldly and continued – "How many of you think that Muggle borns should be called Mudbloods, and they are not fit to study here?" I told you earlier, we all yelled, "YES".
He seemed very satisfied and then asked us how many us thought "The Dark Lord should rule the world rightfully" and he was the "most intelligent and capable person who can take charge of the Magical world." Again, as mentioned earlier, no one disagreed. Then he dropped the bombshell, by asking us how many of us wanted to "join the services of the Dark Lord." I'm not wasting ink by telling you what happened.
Then he informed us of the oaths and all that, very boring. After that Jase and me walked out. We didn't know what to say later, we definitely didn't wanna join. My brother's in Gryffindor that's a good excuse. First siblings to be in Slytherin and Gryffindor since Sirius and Regulus Black. Only, Sirius was in Gryffindor. One Gryffindor I admire, for the simple fact he broke out of Azkaban. Cool thing to do!
Jase said he was going to get out of the castle to get some fresh air and practice Quidditch, he's just made the team, Keeper. (I started singing "Burkes is our king!" He glared) So I made for the library to get a head start on my Transfiguration homework. I was walking slowly, lost in thoughts of the meeting, when someone bumped into me. I looked up to see a skinny, blond boy with a Hufflepuff Prefect badge on his chest. I didn't know him, we don't have any classes with the Hufflepuffs. But I knew he was in my year.
"Sorry" he panted. It was obvious he'd been running. "Didn't see you."
"That's obvious, you didn't see me. You goody-two-shoes of Hufflepuffs wouldn't deliberately bump into anyone would you?" I replied. Hey I'm naturally sarcastic. Why'dya think I'm in Slytherin?
He flushed. "Sure we would. At the least I would. I'll save it for the next time I see you. And I apologized hastily, I take it back."
"That's OK. Can't ignore the inborn good manners can we? I mean…"
"We absolutely can't" he interjected "Maybe I wasn't put in Slytherin for more than one reason."
Something clicked into place. I knew this guy, Smith – Hufflepuff Chaser. "Oh, you would've been in Slytherin? In your dreams, no Hufflepuff can be a Slytherin."
"I would've, I'm Muggle born, I begged the hat, it wouldn't put me."
"I'm not surprised, you keep minding your Ps and Qs…"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
He raised his wand and said "Silencio." I ducked. "Hey maybe you would've made Slytherin."
"The hat told me the other Slytherins wouldn't accept me."
"That's true, they wouldn't even let you become a Death Eater."
"You have to become a Death Eater if you're in Slytherin?"
"Most people do."
"Why are we having this conversation?"
"Don't worry, I'm no Death Eater."
"If you know who Death Eaters are, don't you complain?"
"Are you mad? No way. Anyway, I'm actually having a meaningful conversation with a duffer Hufflepuff? Bye."
He glared and stalked away. I grinned, the victim of the day found. Weird...We are the weird W-E-I-R-D sisters. Sonorus, Amplifio...the Weird Sisters are here… That is a Weird Sisters song, one of my favourites and I was humming it.
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After Jase returned, I told him about Smith and we had a good laugh, with Jase doing a imitation of Smith. That's it for this chapter.
OK, so by the time we'd got back to base (Slytherin common room), there was a big notice on the board. The notice board. It read:
"ALL SLYTHERIN STUDENTS INTERESTED IN JOINING AN ANTI-GRYFFINDOR GROUP MAY COME TO THE DUNGEON SIX ON FRIDAY AT 5:00 P.M."
Anti-Gryffindor, I thought. We need a group for that? Isn't it like an unwritten rule that all Slytherins are against Gryffindors, whatever the Sorting Hat says? Some dumb Crabbe-Goyle type fellow must have put this up. That's what I thought. Jase and I decided to go, anyway. It'd be fun, we reasoned, it was anti-Gryffindor and anything like zat is fun. Little did we know what was in store.
There was quite a large crowd in Dungeon Six on Friday. Draco Malfoy was presiding over the meeting. He started off by asking us how many of us thought Mudbloods were scum. All of us yelled in affirmative. We did because we didn't want to be the odd ones out. C'mon, my aunt's Muggle and Mudblood is a FOUL word. Really, really foul. That's in case you don't know. We Slytherins prefer saving our own necks. OK, I'm revealing the ulterior motive I have for telling you this story. I'm trying to drill into your head that Slytherins are normal humans. Homo Sapiens, you understand me?
Next Malfoy asked us how many of us thought You-Know-Who was a cool guy. OK, not really, but he used very stuffy language. Again a resounding "Yes" sounded amongst us. (Whistles) It was like, sick. Who likes him. I don't, Jase doesn't, but we also don't want to be seen as freaks by the rest of Slytherin. Aw right maybe we're the only decent Slytherins. Who cares.
It turned out the whole purpose of da group was to recruit new Death Eaters. A few of us said we'd tell Malfoy later. The others readily jumped up. What else could be better that joining the Death Eaters? Chewing the cud? Ahem, that's my opinion. For all you cows out there, just think I said being married to Dolores Jane Umbridge (God save the guy).
Jase and me walked out of there. You might be thinking I'm going to run and tell Dumbledore because there wouldn't be any point in writing about Slytherins if we were Slytherin-ish. Well, you listen to Phineas Nigellas. "Slytherins are brave but we prefer saving our own necks". OK, I'm NOT splitting. I dunno how they can do it so publicly but, recruiting Death Eaters. I almost wrote Death Easters!
OK, I'm no writer, but I'll tell you more about the meeting. Just to fill space. I need to write a LONG story. I hate small chapters.
Malfoy rose after Dungeon Six had filled up. He put an Imperturbable Charm on the door, on both sides, so nothing could be heard outside. Then he began – "I presume all the people assembled here are from the noble house of Slytherin". Of course everyone was. Then he asked us whether any of us were Muggle born or half blood. He got a few sarcastic replies, including one from Jase and me. He smiled coldly and continued – "How many of you think that Muggle borns should be called Mudbloods, and they are not fit to study here?" I told you earlier, we all yelled, "YES".
He seemed very satisfied and then asked us how many us thought "The Dark Lord should rule the world rightfully" and he was the "most intelligent and capable person who can take charge of the Magical world." Again, as mentioned earlier, no one disagreed. Then he dropped the bombshell, by asking us how many of us wanted to "join the services of the Dark Lord." I'm not wasting ink by telling you what happened.
Then he informed us of the oaths and all that, very boring. After that Jase and me walked out. We didn't know what to say later, we definitely didn't wanna join. My brother's in Gryffindor that's a good excuse. First siblings to be in Slytherin and Gryffindor since Sirius and Regulus Black. Only, Sirius was in Gryffindor. One Gryffindor I admire, for the simple fact he broke out of Azkaban. Cool thing to do!
Jase said he was going to get out of the castle to get some fresh air and practice Quidditch, he's just made the team, Keeper. (I started singing "Burkes is our king!" He glared) So I made for the library to get a head start on my Transfiguration homework. I was walking slowly, lost in thoughts of the meeting, when someone bumped into me. I looked up to see a skinny, blond boy with a Hufflepuff Prefect badge on his chest. I didn't know him, we don't have any classes with the Hufflepuffs. But I knew he was in my year.
"Sorry" he panted. It was obvious he'd been running. "Didn't see you."
"That's obvious, you didn't see me. You goody-two-shoes of Hufflepuffs wouldn't deliberately bump into anyone would you?" I replied. Hey I'm naturally sarcastic. Why'dya think I'm in Slytherin?
He flushed. "Sure we would. At the least I would. I'll save it for the next time I see you. And I apologized hastily, I take it back."
"That's OK. Can't ignore the inborn good manners can we? I mean…"
"We absolutely can't" he interjected "Maybe I wasn't put in Slytherin for more than one reason."
Something clicked into place. I knew this guy, Smith – Hufflepuff Chaser. "Oh, you would've been in Slytherin? In your dreams, no Hufflepuff can be a Slytherin."
"I would've, I'm Muggle born, I begged the hat, it wouldn't put me."
"I'm not surprised, you keep minding your Ps and Qs…"
"Shut up"
"Make me"
He raised his wand and said "Silencio." I ducked. "Hey maybe you would've made Slytherin."
"The hat told me the other Slytherins wouldn't accept me."
"That's true, they wouldn't even let you become a Death Eater."
"You have to become a Death Eater if you're in Slytherin?"
"Most people do."
"Why are we having this conversation?"
"Don't worry, I'm no Death Eater."
"If you know who Death Eaters are, don't you complain?"
"Are you mad? No way. Anyway, I'm actually having a meaningful conversation with a duffer Hufflepuff? Bye."
He glared and stalked away. I grinned, the victim of the day found. Weird...We are the weird W-E-I-R-D sisters. Sonorus, Amplifio...the Weird Sisters are here… That is a Weird Sisters song, one of my favourites and I was humming it.
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After Jase returned, I told him about Smith and we had a good laugh, with Jase doing a imitation of Smith. That's it for this chapter.