A/N Bonjour, mes fine reviewers! And you all know you really want to review

Disclaimer: Draco said it's not nice to lie, and I should tell everyone that I don't own Harry Potter, but who wants to own Wonder Boy? smirk kidding!

Lec: Did I answer all of your questions yet. Oh, btw, Barnes asked me if you knew the size of Kirshmans's lower regions. I told him I would be surprised if he had any. KIDDING! UKULM. Have you talked to the Bradmeistre lately? Oh, and it serves the idiot known as our dear friend wonder-man right to have his heart brutally crushed by Arabella, even though she fancied him a little, but he deserved it! And besides, she's got guy ADD! smirk sounds familiar? Hmm, maybe I should have a sweet, innocent little erm, 5th year who is tres ah-dorable and funny and is tres good at riding broomsticks. wink wink

Boogie: Yaah, Myrtle's a bit touched in the head. But you know, he's got that Bad boy appeal! (like mass murderer bad!) And Ginny's always fancied Tom, she's just admitting it! No fair, you've got snow-rain? My guy who is a friend poured salt on my head, does that count as snowing (all I did was pour water on his, I have no idea why he's so mad at me! wink). You better update your story really really really soon!

Iamari: Hey hey hey, I am sooo hyper! LOL!

'Hey, hey, hey, Calvin, my best erm, acquaintance in the whole wide world!' Arabella smiled nervously.

'Where were you?'

When in doubt, tell the truth. 'I was chilling with Moaning Myrtle and Ginny in the room of requirement and we were saying how particularly hot the Dark Lord was when he was a child.' Arabella explained.

'Right.' Calvin laughed. 'Anyway, I need you to…'

'Hold on. See, in normal people world, we like to say hello first. Then we ask how the person is, and have some small talk. THEN we ask a favour.' Arabella replied reproachfully.

'Arabella…'

'Hey, Calvin how are you?'

'Can you please shut up so I can say what I want?'

'Fine thanks, SO glad that you asked what was going on in my life. As it was, I am feeling a touch bit under the weather, MAYBE ITS BECAUSE you are being tres ah-noying and won't leave me alone? SO how are you?' Arabella replied in a sing-song voice.

'Fine. Now will you pay attention to what I'm saying?'

'You forgot the small talk bit! Now, as I was saying…' Noticing the murderous expression on Calvin's face, she continued 'what were you saying, again?'

'Much better. Now, we all know that as a rule, Slytherins hate…' He paused, waiting for her to finish his sentence.

'Gryffindorks, Hufflewusses, Ravenswots, Harry Potter, Dumbledore, and white chocolate.'

'Traitors, cowards, and people who are blindly loyal.' Calvin rolled his eyes. 'Honestly, were you paying attention during your first year?' He looked down at the brunette, who was innocently batting her eyelashes at him. 'So, as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted…'

'By yourself…'

'Do you have a death wish, Halliwell-Turner?' Calvin snapped.

Arabella gracefully sank to her knees. 'OF course not, my liege. I only live to serve you.' She cooed.

Calvin rolled his eyes. Despite her insubordination, Arabella was one of the best Slytherins he had. Hanna Grace Miles; the Original Slytherin Seductress/Slut had trained her well.

'So, Hanna, any of the newbie suit your fancy?' Marcus Flint smirked.

'Ugh, keep your mind out of the gutter, will you? Those two over there have the looks. I've got Pansy to be the ring leader.' Hanna tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and surveyed the Fist years that were sitting on the floor, looking up, with slight apprehension, at the Slytherin Royalty.

All except one. She was a rather pretty firstie, with long brown hair, so dark it was almost black, and amethyst eyes. She was in the dead centre of the group. She also had been the first to sit down. A leader, then. The fact that she was ringed by several boys meant that she knew how to control them. She was a Halliwell-Turner, good blood.

'You.' She said, nodding towards the girl. 'Name?'

'Arabella Halliwell-Turner.' The girl replied, her voice bored. Her face was the picture of innocence. She probably had just shoved another firstie into the lake. Hadn't that Creevy brat fallen in?

'Come here.'

The young girl rose slowly, and gracefully wound her way through the sitting Slytherins to the older girl. Although intimidated, who wouldn't be? She let none of her fear be shown on her face. She had learned that from her parents. Cold, calm, and collected. Nice, nasty, never back down. Manipulative, mean, master everything one did.

'Yes?'

'Stand up here. You're the next Slytherin Seductress.'

'Kind of weird, hunh?' Arabella demanded, bringing Calvin back to the present. 'SO much for a childhood. I was immediately drafted, and everything I did had to be calculated.

'STOP USING LEGILLIMENCY ON ME!' Calvin snarled.

Arabella giggled. 'Hey, you taught me how to.'

'Something I regret to this very day.'

'Me too. Do you really think I want to know about how guys regard me?' Arabella shuddered. 'I believe Greg once compared me to an Apple Pie.'

'Wha, oh. That's slightly disturbing.'

'Indeed. Especially since this was after we watched that Muggle flick, you know…'

Calvin shuddered. Muggles were weird, twisted, and nymphos, the lot of them.

'Alright. We're having the welcoming meeting. You've got to stand up front with us.'

Arabella nodded, her eyes wide. This would be her third year without Hanna, yet it would be the first year she called the shots, the first year that she could tell Calvin to knock it off. As a rule, the Seductress had the most power, because without her support, Pansy and her minions would be a confuddled, pregnant mass; Calvin would probably scare the living day lights out of all the firsties; and well, she couldn't think of a third reason.

Arabella took a seat in the arm chair next to Calvin, and carefully arranged her robes. It gives you time to think. Hanna had said. The first years looked terrified and tiny. Who wouldn't be scared? They were sitting on the floor, facing the fireplace, where the 5 ruling Slytherins stood. The other older Slytherins were in chairs around the room, all in a half-circle, all staring at the seven in the middle.

'Well, if it isn't another year.' Calvin began. 'I'm sure that you're all probably tired, full, and scared. Are you scared?' He demanded of a young blonde boy sitting towards the front.

'Naw. Scared shitless more like it.'

Everyone more laughed, and the little boy looked down, grinning to himself.

'Don't be. Calvin's just going to yell at you, tell the history of our house, and assign dorms.' Arabella replied calmly in her seat.

'Yes. Despite popular belief, we aren't a house of evil people who have axes under our beds.'

'I personally favour a whip…' Pansy giggled, and all the older Slytherins rolled their eyes.

'Loyalty. That supposedly means that you get shoved into Gryffindor, right? Wrong. Gryffs never think about who their loyal too. Just jump in with both feet. We only are loyal to two causes. First, our families. I don't care if I'm yelling at your Gryffindor sibling, you stick up for them. And secondly, your house. Slytherin. Alright?' Calvin sat back down.

Arabella stood up. She remembered Hanna's speech, the same one that she had said for all the years that she was in charge. 'Alright, so right now I bet some of you are thinking that this is too much to handle. We're just like the other houses, except slightly more structured. If a Slytherin that's older than you tells you to jump, you say how hi. If some prefect from another house tells you the same thing, walk away. If a teacher tells you to, stand on your toes. Loyalty to Slytherin. Now, introductions. I'm Arabella Halliwell-Turner, Slytherin Seductress. No, that does not mean that I like to sleep around. I can manipulate people into doing what I want done. I only take orders from Calvin, the Slytherin King, and his two deputies, Chris and Draco. That's Pansy, she's Slytherin Slut. Yes, Slut is a derogatory term, and if I hear anyone of you using that term to a fellow housemen, I will use your genitals as an offering to the Giant Squid. Pansy sleeps around yes, as does her groupies, Millie, Merrideth, and Kendall. But that means they have power, in fact, more than the average Slytherin.' She sank back into her seat, and looked at her hands. They were shaking.

'Right. I'm not going to say anything that's been said before. I'm Draco Malfoy. I get the honour of telling you about the heightened security. Alright, you know as well as I that there's a war going on. And we both know that in this common room, certain people have different opinions on this war. Therefore, we are not going to discuss it. Remember, its loyalty to your house first. That means NO-ONE is going to run to Dumbledore about something they hear. Got it?' He surveyed the room, his eyes icy. 'Also, no going out of School after dark, because there'll be Aurors surrounding the school, as well as other nasty protections, the best in the UK, even. So behave, to an extent. And don't get caught.' He sat back down.

Chris rose. 'I'm Chris. I hate giving speeches, unlike Calvin here.' The other boy gave his deputy a grin. 'So listen up. We need partners for the newbies, can't have them running around the school on their own. Hands?' He ignored the hands raised, and read from his list

Arabella Halliwell-Turner - Maddie Le'Mer

Pansy Parkinson - Brigit Crauson

Chris Kingswood-Oxford, aka hottest guy on the face of this earth - Sam ScHneidman

Clavin, well, everyone knows who he is - Stuwart Smith

Linda Nott - Kelly Zambini

Theodore Nott - Thomas Nott

Christina Chadonna - Velupa Prewitt

'Alright. Girls, first door on you left and up the stairs to the top, Guys, same on your right. Goodnight. Wow, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!' Chris joked.

Everyone laughed, stretched, and made their way up to bed.

'One more thing, Arabella.' Calvin called. She turned to face him. The candles were all dimmed, and the only light was the fire, giving Calvin and eerie glow.

'Stay away from Potter.'