Chapter 6: The Dungeons
Neville eats the rest of his meal in silence. Draco Malfoy tries to bring me into the conversation, He makes a note of ignoring him.
"Slytherin? I'm really in Slytherin?" He thought to himself. "It put me into Slytherin!" Anger fills him. Every so often he looks longingly at the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Hermione are laughing together. They look happy, like they're having a good time. It's too bad he can't say the same about himself.
When the meal is over, the prefects began to shoo people out of the Great Hall. "This way, this way! This way, first years! Pay attention Ron!" The Gryffindor prefect yelled over the crowds noise. Neville looked at the boy, and recognized him to definitely be a Weasley. Malfoy confirmed this as moment later.
"That's a Weasley." Draco whispered, having been watching Neville fixated on the prefect. "Nasty things. Just look at the red hair and hand me down clothes."
"Yeah." Neville said bluntly.
"Draco Malfoy." Malfoy stuck out his hand. "Surely you've heard of my father."
"Yeah, didn't he work for the man that killed my parents?" Neville smiled, sarcastically. And Malfoy didn't seek another conversation with Neville.
"I'm Pansy. Pansy Parkinson." A small girl, with jet black hair and high cheek bones smiled warmly at him. "Don't mind Malfoy." She looked over at Malfoy who was now talking with two other boys.
"Neville Longbottom." He said, as though she didn't know who he was.
"Well, I'm sooo excited that your in Slytherin!" Pansy cooed. She was only 11, yet she reminded Neville of the creepy "High Schoolers" on muggle TV. Ugh.
She continued as they walked through the hallway, towards the dungeons. "You know, my grandfather was in Slytherin. And my mum and dad! I'm like a legacy!"
"Yah, my parents are dead! I guess I'm legacy too." Neville snapped. And like Malfoy, Pansy shut right up.
They turned the corner and the all piled into the common room. It was oddly green, and smelled. There were skulls and creepy snake statues decorated everywhere.
"Ohhh." The other first years looked in awe, around the room.
"Where's our room?" Neville ignores the other first year.
"Boys to the right, girls to the left." The prefect pointed, barely looking up from his clipboard. "Find the bed with your things next to it."
"I'd figured that one out." Neville muttered under his breath.
The room was long, with five beds. Surely one was ones Malfoy's and one once his. He was unsure who the other beds belonged to.
He found his bed fast. It was the one with the picture of his mom and dad, already propped up in the dresser. He smiled at the photo, and they smiled and waved back. He picked it up and lay on his bed. Neville put the photo under his pillow. Now he won't have to think about his parents shame.