Questioning
"Salazar," Harry whispered.
Ron turned around, his beet red face looming in Harry's vision. "Did you just use a Slytherin curse?!" he bellowed.
Harry stared back defiantly. "Yes, Ronald. I did. And it wasn't a curse; it was in reverence, you prat. I reckon I'm allowed to use it, seeing as he gave me the gift of Parseltongue and all."
Ron face shifted from red to an ashen white. He looked around anxiously, and muttered, "Can we not talk about… that in a public place?"
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, counted backwards from ten, and breathed in deeply. Then he smiled and said, "Sure, Ron. Whatever you say."
Harry brushed past Ron and started walking to Potions, continuously hissing under his breath.
If Ron had thought that Salazar was offensive, he would've probably fainted if he could understand Parseltongue. Some of the insults even made Harry blush.