Diclaimer: The surnames, and some of the characters, not to mention the surrounding bleong to JK Rowling, i'm just borrowing them.
Note: Sorry it took so long, im already wroking on the next one. And if you dont like fluff, the next one isnt, and the fifth one is like a definite not fluff
Warnings: Language and suggestive behavior
Chapter Three: Nobody Likes You
Marina sat up in bed, and yawned. Her cat, Venom, watched her from where he was perched on the edge of her bed. She moaned, and threw a pillow at him, realizing it was his hiss that had woken her up. He dodged the flying object skillfully and narrowed his eyes.
"Alright, I'm up, I'm up! Happy, you good for nothing, filthy, horrid excuse for a cat?" asked Marina crossly. Once she was up she couldn't go back to sleep, so she finally braved the freezing stone floor. She pulled on a pair of slippers and walked over to her dressing room. She pulled out a pair of form fitting muggle pants. They were made of denim, but were wizard made. The little wand and lipstick crossed crest that appeared on the back pocket was evidence of it. She also put on a blue, collared shirt. She left it all the way unbuttoned to show her form hugging, white tank top. She carefully rolled up the sleeves of the shirt half way, and buttoned them that way. Then she pulled on a pair of clogs, and went out into her room to dig up a brush.
While she finding her school books, a knock sounded on the door. She hissed something to the guardian snake in parseltounge and the stone wall slid open.
She glanced up and saw a throng of Slytherins.
"Taking your time, aren't you?" quipped Toby, leading the group into her room to where they all settled on the various places there were to sit.
"Oh, but I knew you all would come get me, so what was the point?" she said, smirking at him in a good nature.
Nick, Will, Sam, Nat, Andrew, Tom, Toby, Cassidy, Chloe were the sixth years present. Surprisingly enough two fifth years and some seventh years were also present. Alexander Proudfoot and Philip Zabini were the fifth years. Matthew Misako, Cristian Tambel, Lydia Canterbury, Elizabeth Rockwood, and Michelle Foreman were the seventh years that were present.
"Wow, it seems my entourage has greatened in its numbers," observed Marina mildly, as she tugged her bag out of her trunk. It was a deep green messenger bag with silver threads and the Slytherin snake stamped onto the leather flap cover. Shoving her books roughly into the bag, she noticed that Sam and Nat were not speaking to each other. Vaguely she wondered why, before she picked up the bag and straightened.
"Let's go?" she asked, tucking her ebony wand into her bag.
"Finally, I thought you'd never get to it. Some of us have to eat you know," said Will, looking at her sourly.
"Some of us only think about our stomachs, eh?" said Toby, and Marina smirked.
"Come on already," whined Nick, apparently also ready to feed his bottomless pit of a stomach.
"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely," sneered Marina and stalked out, knowing the others would follow. The flurry of movement from her quarters told her that they were obliging.
"What's going on in the world?" asked Chloe, leaning over a little farther than necessary across the table to Nick. Marina caught the other girl's eye and raised a brow, smirking wickedly as the other girl flushed.
"Nothing much at the moment," said Nick, not looking up. He was reading something about quidditch, and wasn't really listening.
"Yeah, nothing is happening and nothing will," hissed Marina, smirking at the other girl pointedly. Chloe turned her nose away indignantly, while Alex, Toby, Will, and the twins laughed.
Sam and Nat weren't sitting next to each other, as was usual, nor were they speaking or even looking at each other. Marina poked Nick and hissed something about it into his ear, but her twin just shook his head unhelpfully. She made two mental notes.
One, to find out what was up, and Two, not to help Nick with his homework tonight. Or Chloe, until both of them told her what she wanted to hear.
As Marina was on her way to her first class, Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid, and his new apprentice and son Charlie, she spotted something in the side of her vision. She stopped, and the others halted too.
"What?" complained Toby.
'Hold Your Tongue,' hissed Marina in Parsletonuge.
'What?' replied Nick, also in the ancient snake language.
'Ooh, What Fun,' Toby practically crowed. Nick followed their gaze to a faint scene down by the cabin where the teacher lived. Four massive creatures were rearing and breathing fire while Gryffindor's and Hufflepuffs alike lunged form side to side, trying not be consumed in flames. The entire Slytherin party, other than the three snake speakers, was looking bewildered.
"What? In English?" said Nat poking Marina on the shoulder. Nick and Marina had always been able to speak Parsletonuge, and Toby had aswell. The two potters were able to, but with a lot of difficulty.
"Oh, I think our class is on fire," said Marina, vaguely flapping her hand in the direction of the billowing smoke. A bout of snickers arose from the group at the site of the fire things setting fire to the class.
"Lets take our time, shall we?" drawled Will.
"Oh, so you'll eat food, but you don't want to be food? Those things probably have to eat too, you know," said Sam sweetly, in an imitation of Chloe, who turned red.
"Yeah, I'm too sexy to eat though," retorted Will, striking a pose.
"Quick! My camera!" squealed Marina, as she and Cassidy began 'taking pictures' of Will.
"Anyway, let's go. Keep it slow though," said Thomas, rolling his eyes. The whole group moved forward at a rather lazy walk.
Eventually, they had to get there, however. After all, there was only so much time one could spend walking three hundred feet. Once they were within fifty of the fire things, the whole group stopped.
The creatures were massive cats. They were about sixteen feet to the shoulder, with huge ivory sabers as teeth. They were black with white eyes that had black pupils. On closer look, they were not bald, but scaled. They had snake like tails, and were shooting flames at anything that moved.
"Have we come at a bad time?" drawled Marina in an ice cold voice. By that time the students were huddled on a spot only slightly in front of where the Slytherins stood. Hagrid spun around, his grey beard on fire. He said nothing, but opened his mouth too. One of the massive leopards swatted at him with its paw, knocking him over, just in time to stop him from doing anything stupid. Which was pretty much anything he did.
'I Wonder, Does It Speak Like We Do?' hissed Toby.
Before either could answer, one of the four fire cats looked at them. Its white eyes were slowly becoming a pale green color. It trotted over to them, and Hagrid jumped to stop it. It picked him up and flung him into the air. The smallest of the three cats leaped up and snatched him up in its mouth. It tossed him up, and caught him again, looking a lot like a kitten with a ball of yarn.
The one that was walking towards them, paused, and lowered its head, so the eyes were only two feet above Marinas head. She looked up at it and hissed, 'Do You?'
The cat stared at her puzzled, then responded haughtily, 'I Am Not An It. I Am A She.'
Nick snorted, and then muttered something ineligible to the ear. Marina looked at him, an eyebrow raised. 'Sorry,' replied Toby, shooting the Malfoy twins a dirty look.
The cat snorted as well, but nodded. It squinted at them, then asked, in its rumbling voice, 'How Is It That You Speak, But The Others Cannot? Are Only Three Of You Humans Able To Speak?'
'We're Just Special,' retorted Nick, and the cat let out a thunderous purr of laughter. The other three cats turned, and padded over too where the original cat was crouching.
'What Is So Funny, Pray Tell?' asked the largest of them all. Its eyes were also slowly fading from white to blue.
'These Three Humans Speak To Us Like The Snakes Do,' said the original one, amazed.
'Don't Lie. Of Course They Can't,' said the largest one, in an annoyed voice.
'Oh? Then What Am I Doing Now? Sleeping I Suppose,' said Marina, in a haughty voice.
The cats all turned to stare at her. She looked at them nonchalantly, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. The cats continued to stare.
'Its Rude To Stare, You Know,' said Toby, in a singsong hiss. The cats looked at him, a bit bewildered now.
'I Can Talk To You Too,' whined Nick, feeling left out.
"Uh, translation please?" complained Cassidy
"They speak Parsletonuge. It's pretty cool," said Nick as if he was explaining something easy to understand to a very dim person.
At this point, all four scaly cats were crouched around Marina and Toby. Nick had trotted out of the circle, to talk to the others and explain. Almost as soon as Hagrid opened his mouth yet again, a pair of stunning spells shot at the cats. The spells bounced easily of their scaly hides, but the cats reared and hissed. They then gave bloodcurdling yowls, and opened their fiery wrath on the pair of Gryffindor's that had done it. It was a pair of Wesley's, as could be predicted. Marina sauntered over to them, and said in an icy hiss, "Normally when something isn't attacking you, you don't attack it. Unless of course it's bigger, and more dangerous than you." On the last sentence her voice had dripped with sarcasm.
The largest of the cats snarled, and snatched up Melanie Diggory, one of the Hufflepuffs. She shrieked, but the cat bounded away, and leaped into the air. It didn't fly, but it outstretched its claws and caught the air in its claws. The paused on the invisible surface and leaped upwards again. Then it trotted along the air at a leisurely pace, before dropping gracefully into the center of the forbidden forest. The trees masked Diggory's screams and hid the cat from view. The others immediately leaped up after the big cat.
"Smooth. You all just got a Hufflepuff lost. And she was taken but a venomous, meat-eating pack of big cats. Good for you," drawled Marina. The two redhead's eyes were wide, and Hagrid took off running too the forest with his kid on his heels.
"Oh no. It seems class is dismissed, what a pity," sneered Toby, and they all turned to leave. They walked slowly, allowing the other two houses to move in front of them. The two spell shooting Weasly's were the last ones in front of the Slytherins, not a good place to be. Marina flicked her head at them, and Andrew and Cassidy grinned. They understood exactly what she was asking them to do. Their pace quickened a little, until they were walking ever so slightly in front of the pair. Then they closed in, in front of them. The pair of Gryffindors smilled tightly, and tried to push past them.
"Going anywhere, Weasly?" asked Chloe sweetly, her eyes dangerously honyed.
These two particular Weasly's were twins. A pair of boys, each with red hair, and blue green eyes. They were short and stocky, and appeared to be ever so slightly afraid.
"Come, answer her now, don't be rude," sing songed Thomas.
"Weren't you taught manners?" asked Nat eyeing them suspiciously.
"Its hard with millions of children in rags; to tell them apart," said Toby in a falsely chiding tone.
"Yes, leave the little poor kids alone, children," said Sam.
"Oh, put no one likes them, its okay," purred Marina. She saw how they flinched when she said it, and glanced at Nick.
"Yeah, isn't that right? Nobody likes you," said Nick, right on cue, annunciating every syllable.
"Poor babies," crooned Will sarcastically.
"It's true though, didn't you see how even Hagrid ran? And he likes everything! Even flobberworms. But not Weasly twins," Tom said, a sneer plastered to his face.
"Who would?" asked Chloe, her lip curling.
"Nobody likes you," said Marina one last time, and then she stalked away, with a group of snickering, sneering Slytherins in tow.