Disclaimer: Some of the Characters, the places, and the basic details belong to JK Rowling.
Warnings for the chapter: Erm, well there is some launguage and some suggestive themes but thats it
NOte for the chapter: I put that Remus Lupin is the head master for now, but it might change, -nudge nudge, wink wink- , so yeah. I thouhgt since he was goos wiht kids, in the order, ECT.
Chapter Two: If you're bored and you know it, insult the Hufflepuffs
"Can we go now?" asked Shackelbolt in a desperately bored voice.
Krum looked a little shocked someone would talk back to her, but Thomas was looking smug. His comment had earned himself a pleased smirk from Marina who hadn't even really been listening to the ugly head girls rants. Uncertaintly Krum nodded, her swallow face slightly angry.
"Come on Thomas before the other little goody two shoes tell on us," said Marina, as if it would be the worst thing in the world. Ally Crabbe, the seventh year prefect, scoffed and followed them, tailed by Sean Proudfoot, the other prefect for Slytherins seventh year.
The fifth year prefects, looking pained, stayed in their seats.
"Well this is where we part. You're off the hang out with the Ravenclaws, I suppose," sneered Marina and sauntered away from the seventh years. Tom ambled after her, laughing. Marina dramatically opened the door and fell inside landing across Nick and (to his delight) Andrew. She sat up and sprawled out on her seat once more.
"I barley made it back alive. You think that someone with a famous dad would be interesting, but if Krum says a single word more about responsibilities I will personally send you all after her, then sit back and laugh," she said with a wicked grin.
"The threat is… painfully hilarious," said Toby sarcastically and then pointed to the front page of the post. "Terrance is back," he said, rolling his eyes at the photo of a wizard that stuck his tongue out at the reader.
"Will that boy ever leave his father alone? For once?" asked Marina in an exasperated tone.
The others shook their head disapprovingly and the conversation turned to gossip and Quidditch.
"Curse it, it's raining," moaned Chloe, looking grudgingly at the sky.
"But I doubt giving the sky a death glare will help much," observed Marina, not doing her duty of opening the carriage doors. As soon as the carriages that weren't pulled by anyone or anything came by, Marina and Chloe leaped into the first one, trying to get away from the rain and mud. Thomas, Will and Nick and
Toby came next, with Andrew and Cassidy bringing up the rear.
"Are we being a little vain?" suggested Toby in an innocent voice to the two girls.
"Yes you are, aren't you?" agreed Marina giving him a smug and obstinate smile.
"Hee hee. I'm laughing," retorted Toby. Marina only smirked at him smugly.
"I heard that the Fawcett's kid is coming to Hogwarts. Maybe he'll be in
Slytherin," said Andrew, squinting to see if the rain had let up outside. It hadn't.
"Maybe. His parents never took sides." Toby said, huddling in his seat.
"Yeah, and since we apparently didn't either, that's good," sneered Nick, while the other snickered.
"Well, well, well. We're home!" purred Marina sarcastically as the castle came into view.
"Can we hurry it up? I'm hungry," whined Will, as the sorting was halfway through.
"Oh yeah, all the rest of you firsties just go hide in a hole so Will can eat," retorted Marina, and Nick added, "Then when Will's ravenous hunger is satisfied you can come and be in Hufflepuff." He said the word Hufflepuff like some muggles might say the word hobo.
The entire Slytherin table erupted in laughter, as another Hufflepuff was ironically chosen. Toby said, his voice perfectly audible, "And as always the hats song is something like, if you're a dunderhead you belong in Hufflepuff! If you're a little perfect, brave, wonderful, courageous child go to Gryffindor! If you're a goody two shoes, but you're a coward and can pass for smart go to Ravenclaw! And if you're an evil little bitch or bastard then you can go to Slytherin! You'll fit in because they're all death eaters in training!"
He said it in a singsong voice, and one again the Slytherin house broke into sneers and laughs. They, unlike the other houses were unified, and if darkly, they helped each other. It also helped them that they all listened when someone was talking. As a group, yes the Slytherins may have been rather nasty, but once a Slytherin always a Slytherin. And they were the hose that was hated by all, so if you made an enemy of your house and you were a Slytherin then you were a universally hated person. The thing the other houses did not like to admit was that if you were a Slytherin you demanded respect, and everyone revered you if in grudging, hating kind of way. It usually didn't strike you until you saw that as a Slytherin first year you were untouched by the older kids, and if you were, then the entire house backed you. Other first years were picked on by everyone, and the Slytherin younglings could tease whoever they pleased because the entire snake pit would fight with them and for them. Even if many did so grudgingly, it was one of the things demanded to be in the Slytherin house.
So far in the sorting zero students had been placed into Slytherin, though one Ravenclaw had looked longing when the Slytherin house had laughed. Finally, the first one was called.
"Fawcett, Michael."
"Slytherin!" called the hat as the boy placed it on his head.
The strawberry blonde boy had looked satisfied and had trotted over to sit and the end of the table nearest to the head table. A chorus of greetings flowed over him, and he almost basked in the envious looks of other already sorted first years, whose houses had merely cheered, but not greeted them.
The next was also a Slytherin.
"Flasten, Caroline."
The hat had sat on her head for a full two minutes before it screeched that this was a Slytherin child. Jonathan Proudfoot (brother of Alexander Proudfoot), Mark Depont, Andromeda Parkinson, Tristan Ollivander, and Rachel Crabbe were also sorted into Slytherin. Finally one of the fifth years, Philip Zabini's younger brother Eric Zabini was sorted into Slytherin. Then the Head master rose to speak. As was customary, not a single Slytherin was listening. The tradition was explained to the first years as his speech went on to prevent them form listening anyhow.
And finally Will's dream came true and the food appeared. Will grinned at the food and dug in. After a few bites of a piece of chicken and some potatoes, Marina stopped. She was saving a little room for dessert, but it was also her duty to grill the first years. It wasn't tradition or anything, it was just something that was now assumed would happen. And it always did.
She leaned forward towards on of the girls, Caroline. The girl was giggling about soothing but she must have sensed Marina because she turned and looked a little frightened. "Hello. I'm Marina Malfoy," she said, with a cool smile, holding out her hand. The girl shook her hand a little nervously, and jumped slightly when Nick leaned over as well.
"Don't worry, we don't usually bite," he said, his voice a bit of a hiss. The girl laughed a little nervously, but she was clearly determined not to make a fool of herself. "I'm Nick Malfoy," he said, but his hands stayed under the table.
"So, who are you?" asked Marina, her eyes dangerous, just to scare the girl.
"Err, I'm Caroline Flasten," the girl mumbled, her eyes down.
"Don't mumble. I didn't catch that," she said, her voice dripping with venomous honey.
"Caroline Flasten," the girl repeated, lifting her head and speaking clearly.
"Better. Now are you all listening?" she asked, eyeing the other first years. They nodded, for the most part calmer now that they saw she wasn't going to kill them.
"I'm Marina Malfoy, and I'm a Prefect. The common rooms and dormitories are in the Dungeons, on the other side of them than Snape's class room. The password is arsenic. Tell anyone and bad things will happen. Now, after dessert you are going to form a civilized line behind the rest of us and we'll all go down together. The House of Slytherin demands Respect and your only allowed to act like fools in the common room. In public you represent your families, Salazar Slytherin, and us. So behave," she said, making sure to look them each in the eye with her glare.
"Any questions? I'm the other Prefect, Thomas Shackelbolt," said Tom, cutting in.
"No? Good. Now just remember the rules and we can be… almost friends," said Marina giving them a sweet smile enhanced by her veela blood.
Right on cue the dinner disappeared and the dessert appeared. Marina spent the rest of dinner making jokes, sneering, and making fun of people, and basically enjoying herself. As Head master, Remus Lupin's parting words were said, the Slytherins rose as one, and silently formed a line. They walked at a bit of a slow pace, but they looked like well mannered adults compared to the throng of the other three houses that were yelling, running and shoving each other.
When they reached the common room, the demeanor changed with such a tight u-turn that it was as if an explosion had taken place.
Some one put a record on the machine and a wizarding song blasted. People where chattering, collapsing on couches, and playing uncivilized games.
Marina sprawled out onto one of the black leather chaise. Two boys sat on either side of her. They were Nick and Will's twin friends, Nathaniel and Samuel. Or Sam and Nat.
"Hello Marina," said Sam.
"Have a good summer?" asked Nat.
"And more importantly, did you miss us?" added Sam.
She laughed and slung her arms around their shoulders. "Of course I did, I couldn't live without you," she said.
"Oh good, we were worried some muggle had pulled you away from us," said Nat, his eye mockingly worried.
The twins had dark hair and ivory skin with navy blue eyes. They were tall, and while not muscular, lithe.
"Some muggle? Now I'm hurt," sniffed Marina tossing her pale blonde hair, and pulling her arms to her sides.
"Awww, that's so sad," Sam sing-songed, putting one arm around her waist.
"But we did have a right you know," said Nat, putting his own arm around her waist as well.
"Of course, we are allowed to be worried, aren't we?" chimed Sam, as Marina laughed. She rolled her eyes, and pulled their arms off of herself. These two, along with Will and Nick flirted with anything that moved, relatives uncounted. So she was at least safe from Nick. But that left the other three, which was pretty bad in itself.
She got up, and trotted over to where Nick was busily flirting with three girls at the same time. She perched herself onto the arm of his chair and snorted with mirth as two of the girls looked sour. Chloe, being the third only looked away, slightly red. "Have I introduced my sister Marina to you all?" he asked to the girls. The pair of them, being fourth years, suddenly made the connection between the oddly similar pair that went everywhere together. They brightened up as they saw she was not threat to their precious little Nick who would be bored with flirting with them before the week was over. But they had to find that out the hard way.
Satisfied that she had caused some discord for a moment there, she went off to find better people to make life difficult for.
Finally at two o'clock in the morning she remembered the annoying fact that she had classes the next day, well later that day, and went off to her bedroom.
As she walked up the girls' dormitories passage, then turned into the sixth year's corridor. She found the bit of blank wall with her name written on it in neat silver ink. She tested her password out, and was pleased when the stone opened into the room that was so familiar to her. She had to armchairs and a couch, all green velvet, and her wooden desk. Her bed was a canopy bed with thick drapes to keep the dungeons cold out. Her trunk had been unpacked into the dressing room/closet and her Eagle Owl opened one eye and hooted sleepily. Her silver cat leaped up onto her bed and fixed her with its ice blue eyes. She changed into her nightclothes, and soon drifted off to sleep.