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Slitherclaw 
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?”
There was silence between them for a bit, as both of their heads were full of churning thoughts. She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going through his head, but in hers, she couldn't stop thinking about how perfect everything was right now. And about how, more than anything, she wished he was in Gryffindor with her.
But she couldn't change that; the Sorting Hat decided where everyone goes, and usually, he's always right. He knows more about every person than the person himself, so obviously the Sorting Hat had a reason to put Sylvester in Slytherin. Adelyn just couldn't help but wonder why.
The stories. There were always stories, and maybe it was because of the notorious old-fashion rivalry between the two houses, but she had always believed them to be true. She had generally seen most Slytherins the same way. Selfish, arrogant, twisted. But stories could be wrong, right? Not everyone in Slytherin was like that, right? All those years, she'd believed her father's stories, because everything he had told her was supposed to be true, but could he have been wrong? Could he have been biased because he had been a Gryffindor, too? She hated thinking her dad was wrong, but what if?
Or maybe things had just changed. Clearly, not all Slytherins were evil. Some of them were incredibly nice. And had beautiful eyes. And made her laugh. And. Okay. Off topic.
She shook her head, mostly to herself, to get the thoughts out of her head, but it sent her curls flying slightly. Then she looked over at him again, unconsciously moving over just a tiny bit towards him. She grinned at him. And moved over another inch closer to him.
"As cliche as that sounds, yes; that's pretty close to what happened." She stated, matter-of-factly. Again, it was weird explaining something that most Hogwarts student had known for their entire lives, if they were from wizarding descent.
"Back when Hogwarts was founded and for hundreds years, Slytherin was the house where all the purebloods went; those select few students whose family trees were only magical. Slytherin had wanted to make Hogwarts only opened to those whose blood was pure, but Gryffindor didn't agree and the other two founders sided with Gryffindor, too. In the end, Gryffindor and Slytherin had a severe falling out, and ever since then, the rivalry stayed." It sounded standard, like a children's story, but really, it made all the difference. If Slytherin had gotten his way, many current and past Hogwarts students wouldn't have been able to attend, including herself.
Now she giggled, letting the mischievous look falter slightly, but then gathering it back again. She had let a few strands of hair fall into her eyes, adding a little extra effect to whatever look she was going for right now.
"Well, for starters, this friendship. Completely and totally forbidden." The grin extra mischievous now.
"But don't let that stop you; like I said, forbidden makes it fun." She looked up at him with her chocolate eyes, through her auburn curls, sparkling mysteriously.
"There's also the forest, don't go there. Oh, and don't wander the corridors at night. Ever."