~ooO Neutral: Phineus Nigellus Black Ooo~
When Phineas Black heard someone had drawn the sword he was ecstatic. When he heard it was a Gryffindor witch he was less than pleased. When he heard it was a Muggleborn he was aghast. When he heard it was Hermione Granger his displeasure faded and his expression turned thoughtful.
The Granger girl was the one who saved the Potter boy. She had saved Sirius when she was a Third Year student before the young idiot went and got himself killed playing duel-tag with Bellatrix. And now she was the Magical Queen and Fates matched to Salazar Slytherin. In fact, last night they had sealed their bond in Hogwarts, the Founder's Wing.
He looked out on the mass of witches and wizards crammed into the Great Hall with a pensive expression. A Gryffindor witch with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tendencies matched to the apex Slytherin wizard. The possibilities of such a match. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was what Wizarding Society needed. Phineas realized he was looking forward to the next few decades, to see the kinds of changes that would come from this match.
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