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Slitherclaw · 09-14-2011, 09:40 PM

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Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo

"Are they all really that bad?" She frowned, feeling badly; knowing he didn't fit in there. She couldn't help but wonder what the sorting hat had been thinking. "I've never actually had a friend from Slytherin before, I've just heard stories." Her eyes passed over the spot between them, the spot that made it seem like miles between them; she wanted desperately to move into the space, but didn't want to make it obvious that she wanted to be closer to him.

"The characteristics? Hm. Generally, it's said they're ambitious and cunning. But they're also strong leaders, clever, and determined." The way it came out made them sound so much better than the stories she'd been told, but she didn't say that. "Really, it's just what you make of it, I suppose. It's just a house...it doesn't really determine exactly who you are. Not all Slytherins are as evil as I'm told, I assume; you're not like that, I mean." She was definitely making things worse; she looked down at her hands, embarrassed.

Then she heard the grin in his voice. Yes, she actually heard it. Looking up, she couldn't help but grin back at him. Then she laughed. "No, no, not like a Griffin. Um." How did she explain it? "The four houses were named after the four founders. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Each is represented by a certain animal, as I am sure you've noticed." It felt weird explaining something that she was basically born knowing.

He was lost in thought, clearly. She stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking again; she didn't want to ask.

"Oh, you like forbidden, do you?" She replied, half sarcastic half serious. Really, it was that look that got to her. She kept the mischievous grin on her face, not ready to give in yet.

She liked where this was going a little too much.

Stories.

Well, I knew all about stories. I’m an actor after all, eh? They’re not always true. On the other hand…all the information I had about the Stinky Resort was also through stories. So…yeah. I’m a hypocrite. Sue me. On the third hand (and yes, there is a third hand) I didn’t really care if they were stories or not. If Cinderella believed it then DUH. It must be true.

Hmph.

And then. And then. And then she went ahead to describe the qualities of a classical Slytherin. Surprisingly, I didn’t hear ‘evil’, or ‘twisted’, or ‘freakish’. No. I heard ambitious and cunning. I heard strong leader, clever, and determined. All of which, incidentally, were qualities of which I associated myself. They were the qualities I was praised for. Cunning? Clever? Determined? These were the reports my parents got on the notes home about me. Acting scouts had come and loved me just because of my bounding ambition. And they hired me! Even when I didn’t have a particularly good audition.

So…what was this supposed to mean? Did any of those things tie into evil? Or twisted? Was I evil? Cough Cough. Yeah right. If there’s one thing I am, it’s not evil. I fight for human and animal rights, soo….yeah. That means I’m not evil. At least not by my definition. But then again, none of the evil people in history thought they were being evil…Okay. I’m dropping it.

I’m not evil.

At least that’s what I’d like to think. Anyway, I’m rambling again. In my head. Which makes no sense. And then she said that I wasn’t evil. Which, given my thoughts at that current moment, meant more to me than she probably intended. Unconsciously, I scooted a little closer to her. And then she grinned back at me. Sigh. What a perfect day. I scooted another inch in her direction.

“So…four houses, four people. Seems simple enough.” I thought for a moment then let out a short bark of laughter. “Let me guess.” I said. “Back, back when; Mr. Slytherin and Mr. Gryffindor got into a fight. And ever since the houses have disliked each other?” It sounded funny, and amusing. Like something you would find written in a fairy tale.

“Oh yes…indeed.” Perhaps I looked a little more mischievous than I thought I was. “Know any…” I paused for the effect. “Forbidden things around here I should know about?”

09-14-2011, 09:40 PM	#162 (permalink)
Slitherclaw Fire Slug Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: In a cloud. Maybe. Posts: 161 Hogwarts RPG Name: Justin Sigal Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by brave-at-heart-xo "Are they all really that bad?" She frowned, feeling badly; knowing he didn't fit in there. She couldn't help but wonder what the sorting hat had been thinking. "I've never actually had a friend from Slytherin before, I've just heard stories." Her eyes passed over the spot between them, the spot that made it seem like miles between them; she wanted desperately to move into the space, but didn't want to make it obvious that she wanted to be closer to him. "The characteristics? Hm. Generally, it's said they're ambitious and cunning. But they're also strong leaders, clever, and determined." The way it came out made them sound so much better than the stories she'd been told, but she didn't say that. "Really, it's just what you make of it, I suppose. It's just a house...it doesn't really determine exactly who you are. Not all Slytherins are as evil as I'm told, I assume; you're not like that, I mean." She was definitely making things worse; she looked down at her hands, embarrassed. Then she heard the grin in his voice. Yes, she actually heard it. Looking up, she couldn't help but grin back at him. Then she laughed. "No, no, not like a Griffin. Um." How did she explain it? "The four houses were named after the four founders. Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Each is represented by a certain animal, as I am sure you've noticed." It felt weird explaining something that she was basically born knowing. He was lost in thought, clearly. She stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking again; she didn't want to ask. "Oh, you like forbidden, do you?" She replied, half sarcastic half serious. Really, it was that look that got to her. She kept the mischievous grin on her face, not ready to give in yet. She liked where this was going a little too much. Stories. Well, I knew all about stories. I’m an actor after all, eh? They’re not always true. On the other hand…all the information I had about the Stinky Resort was also through stories. So…yeah. I’m a hypocrite. Sue me. On the third hand (and yes, there is a third hand) I didn’t really care if they were stories or not. If Cinderella believed it then DUH. It must be true. Hmph. And then. And then. And then she went ahead to describe the qualities of a classical Slytherin. Surprisingly, I didn’t hear ‘evil’, or ‘twisted’, or ‘freakish’. No. I heard ambitious and cunning. I heard strong leader, clever, and determined. All of which, incidentally, were qualities of which I associated myself. They were the qualities I was praised for. Cunning? Clever? Determined? These were the reports my parents got on the notes home about me. Acting scouts had come and loved me just because of my bounding ambition. And they hired me! Even when I didn’t have a particularly good audition. So…what was this supposed to mean? Did any of those things tie into evil? Or twisted? Was I evil? Cough Cough. Yeah right. If there’s one thing I am, it’s not evil. I fight for human and animal rights, soo….yeah. That means I’m not evil. At least not by my definition. But then again, none of the evil people in history thought they were being evil…Okay. I’m dropping it. I’m not evil. At least that’s what I’d like to think. Anyway, I’m rambling again. In my head. Which makes no sense. And then she said that I wasn’t evil. Which, given my thoughts at that current moment, meant more to me than she probably intended. Unconsciously, I scooted a little closer to her. And then she grinned back at me. Sigh. What a perfect day. I scooted another inch in her direction. “So…four houses, four people. Seems simple enough.” I thought for a moment then let out a short bark of laughter. “Let me guess.” I said. “Back, back when; Mr. Slytherin and Mr. Gryffindor got into a fight. And ever since the houses have disliked each other?” It sounded funny, and amusing. Like something you would find written in a fairy tale. “Oh yes…indeed.” Perhaps I looked a little more mischievous than I thought I was. “Know any…” I paused for the effect. *“Forbidden* things around here I should know about?”**