"What do you want?" Moaning Myrtle asked the girl before her.
"I'm looking for something." Lydia snapped, her voice low as she peered around the Bathroom. Odd place to hide the chamber of secrets, really. Salazar Slytherin was either brilliant, or a pervert…
"I guess you don't need my help. Rude!" she muttered before moving back to the stalls. "Even though I stay here!"
She shook her head and pulled the snake from her hair. "Find me slytherin's mark. "She whispered to it, setting it on the floor and watching it search for her, it's slender body undulating gracefully, it's head lifted slightly to take in things she would miss if she was looking by herself.

"That language sounds familiar..." Moaning Myrtle said absently. Lydia glanced back at her.

"Really?" She asked excitedly. "Where did you hear it last?"

"Why do you care?" she cried. "You clearly didn't my help!"
"I was only truing to make conversation while I waited." She said with a shrug. "I thought you might like that." It ws right before I died." Myrtle admitted, voice low.

"Do you remember everything about that day? It must have been awful.." She added, trying to appear sympathetic.
"Oh yes! Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses and I came in here to get away!"
"that's horrible." Lydia said softly. "I hate it when people tease me.." She added softly.

"it's awful!" Myrtle agreed fervently.

"What happened next, Myrtle?"

I was just sitting in my stall, crying when I heard a boy speaking just as you did now. And I opened my stall to tell him to leave. But I died."
"where was he?" She asked softly, "before you died?"
"I don't know! I wasn't paying that much attention to him except that he was in the girls lavatory!" She waved her hands comfortingly. "I'm sorry Myrtle." She said as her snake stopped by one of the sinks, calling urgently to her.

She approached the tap cautiously, peering at the spot where her snake was facing. Carved onto the tap was a small silver serpent.
"Find anything interesting?" the morose ghost asked, floating behind her. Lydia flashed the Moaning Myrtle a dazzling smile. "you know, I think I have.." She murmured, running a finger along the mark of Salazaar Slytherin, her long dead ancestor.

Lucius Malfoy Strode into the Slytherin Common room with a wide smile on his pointed face. "Bella, Cissy! Round up everyone in our group. I have an announcement you will all enjoy immensely!" He said, his gaze sweeping those who were already present in the common room.

"Why?" Bellatrix asked, looking at the blonde boy curiously.
His grin widened and he lowered his voice so only she could hear.

"I have found the heir of Slytherin." He proclaimed. She nearly fell out of her chair in surprise.

"you what! How!" She demanded. Lucius merely grinned

"Haliwell is a parslemouth.. It seems what the Haliwell line has claimed is true. She's a descendent of Slytherin himself. She's on her way to the chamber as we speak." He added, eyes shining. "Wonder which Mudbloods she'll go after first..."
Bellatrix smiled wickedly.

"Doesn't matter." he said. "As long as mudbloods and half bloods are wiped fromt he school."
Narcissa was listening intently too.

"Last time someone died..." she whispered excitedly

"This time more will." Lucius assured her as the rest of the house listened in, whispers spreading like strands of a spider's web.
"Who'd you want to go?" One of the younger Slytherins asked Malfoy.
He shrugged.

"Doesn't matter to me. all of them would be fine. We don't need any of those half bloods and mudbloods dirtying our school!" he said, and as soon as he finished speaking the door tot he common room swung open and Lydia entered, the hem of her robes damp with slime and something poisonous green clutched in her hand, a look of grim satisfaction on her face.

All the common room fell silent, eyes all on her as she entered. It seemed that no one dared to breath. She quirked one eyebrow at them. "What?" She asked with a slight grin, tossing the basilisk skin in their midst.

"Didn't think I'd be able to do it?"
"What'd you do?" One asked breathlessly.

"I went into the Chamber of Secrets and met Slytherin's pet."
"And?"
She smiled and shrugged, seating herself by the fire, clearly enoying the attention. They all pressed around her.

"And?" They pressed. She motioned to the giant patch of snakeskin.

"what do you think?" She asked impatiently.
"You didn't kill it!"
"Why would I want to Kill such a lovely creature?"
"Then what did you do?"
"I spoke with it. We...ah..discussed what I may need done."
"Which would be!" People were practically falling over each other to find out the answer.
"that is for me to know, and my enemies to find out." She said, her emerald eyed gaze sweeping the common room. They all fell back cautiously, looking amongst themselves for support. Now that she had all of this power, what could they do? They would have to be careful and try to stay on her good side…given she had one…

She smiled sweetly at them before handing the basilisk skin to Snape.

"You could use this in that potion we discussed on the train." She said softly before moving towards the Girl's dormitories. He would HAVE to respect her now…Snape raised his eyebrows and swallowed nervously as he held the Basilisk skin in his hands. The rest of the Slytherins chuckled quietly, but instead of following the apparent Heir of Slytherin, they fell to muttering amongst themselves. Things had just gotten very interesting. Malfoy smiled broadly as he considered the best way to win over Haliwell, and Snape slunk quietly to the boy's dormitories, seeming lost in thought.