Chapter-17- Parseltongue
Orval had decided to name his new snake Solat, so that it never became confusing when he called for him. Solat was currently wrapped around his neck. Solat scales were had a pattern of orange and black, the shades reminding Orval very much like a tiger. It was larger than Orval's arm but not too large that it couldn't coil around it easily.
"So could you tell me why you decided to get a bloody snake?" asked Ron, and hint of fear and rage in his voice.
"Because they're big, scary and can poison my enemies," replied Orval with an evil grin.
"They're evil though," replied Ron.
"How"
"You-know-who had one" he replied, with a tone that made Orval think that if he had a mic he would have dropped it.
"And" asked a now confused Orval, hating something just because another liked it was the highlight of pettiness.
"That makes it evil," he said with an air of explaining a child basic maths.
"How" asked Orval, while stroking Solat lightly on the head.
"He says to stroke his belly," suggested Harry in an offhand voice.
"It's intelligent?" inquired Orval, if this was true it could mean that snakes deserve equal rights to humans.
"Err no it thinks you're not human" he replied, so it was very intelligent.
"Could you teach me how to talk to snakes?" asked Orval, it angel division could only benefit from that advantage.
Harry paused for a few seconds before stating, "I don't really know how I do it, I just do it".
"Then perhaps when we have time you could read me every word in the dictionary in snake spe-"
"Pareseltongue but I suppose why not," he said offhandly.
"But it's a dark art" interrupted Hermione.
"Why" Orval asked to which she appeared to have no answer.