The Slytherin common room lies behind a cunningly concealed entrance down in the dungeons. As you’ll notice, its windows look out into the depths of the Hogwarts lake. We often see the giant squid swooshing by – and sometimes more interesting creatures. We like to feel that our hangout has the aura of a mysterious, underwater shipwreck. And once you're in, you're in. Nobody backs out later from being a Slytherin.
A few more things you might need to know: our house ghost is the Bloody Baron. If you get on the right side of him, he’ll sometimes agree to frighten people for you. Just don’t ask him how he got bloodstained; he doesn’t like it. The password to the common room changes every fortnight. Keep an eye on the noticeboard. Never bring anyone from another house into our common room or tell them our password. No outsider has entered it for more than seven centuries. Well, I think that’s all for now. I’m sure you’ll like our dormitories. We sleep in ancient four-posters with green silk hangings, and bedspreads embroidered with silver thread. Medieval tapestries depicting the adventures of famous Slytherins cover the walls, and silver lanterns hang from the ceilings. You’ll sleep well; it’s very soothing, listening to the lake-water lapping against the windows at night.
Don't get too comfortable though, because, remember, you could be between someone else and their ambition, and we students of Salazar prize a delicate removal more than a blatant confrontation, and see artistry in a well-woven web, whatever it's make-up may be.
All classes run weeks 1-8 and all exams will be week 9. Week 4 will be a break for Christmas Holidays.
Nora DéontéSolicitor, Harkness Legal Practice • Home -"There is no crueler tyranny than that which is perpetuated under the shield of law and in the name of justice."~ Charles de Montesquieu – 14:23, April 22, 2015 (UTC)
Welcome, Slytherins, to a fresh year. I expect all of you to respect this school as it it were your own home--i.e., do not defile it. Troublemakers will be dealt with...accordingly.
Seventh Years: Please visit me in my office for a discussion about your plans post-Hogwarts. THe earlier, the better, while there's still time to modify your schedules.
Without Blake around, Bai's at a loss for things to do and people to pester. Her stack of homework has been building up, but right now she lets it loom over her and glares at it defiantly. The professors from last year were well informed of her English level and had cut her some slack. This didn't stop her urge to toss it all away, even though she ceased and desisted. Occupying one of the loveseats because the regular armchair was too constrictive for her, she folds her arms and continues staring at the table of textbooks. She's wrapped up despite the regular spot of warmth from the fireplace, which is a sure signal the days are getting frostier than her old History of Magic professor. Her hair stretches down her back, only to be woefully squished against the back of the chair, and her feet are up and welcoming the woollen embrace of Ravenclaw socks. (Yeah, she's still on the House kick.) Mumbles of Mandarin pass through her vocal processing centers without logging in.
done with the stupid head of hufflepuff, she had stormed from her office and into the slytherin common room. shooting a disapproving glare at the girl with the ravenclaw socks. she disappeared into a dorm and came back out with her macbook, a muggle present from her parents. she scrolled through some stupid forums, eyes observant of the screen. she kicked off her black flats to just show her plain slytherin green socks.
Bai misses the glare since she barely checked out the stormy entrance. The sound of the Macbook being opened, however, flyballs her to give the newcomer more attention. She almost smiles at the familiar sight. The Witchagraham thing had caused a mass interest in technology, but this is the first time she's seeing it in the common room. The socks aren't missed either. "Muggle born?" she initiates, gluing her gaze to the Mac.
- "I'm currently in the what the hell is this stage of my 3-part life," Message Me - 21:10, November 5, 2017 (UTC)
She's doing the essay due for Defense class, though naturally she's writing it in a way wherein she's arguing the points the teacher's made throughout class. God, she hates that woman and her status as a professor. That woman knows literally nothing. Plus, she's trying to avoid interacting with other Slytherins: she's still uncomfortable near them and the fact that she's one herself now doesn't help much.
She notices Charlotte and recognizes her from one of their classes together. She also sees that she's busy writing some academic-related essay, which immediately raises some red flags for her because she might've forgotten about an important homework or something. Serena is usually attentive in class, but sometimes she forgets to jot down important notes about these kinds of take-home work. So, she decides to stand up from the chair she plopped down on, and walks towards Charlotte's table. "Hey, is that homework you're doing?" She asks with a smile, trying her best to be polite - although she's probably not doing a good job at it.
- "I'm currently in the what the hell is this stage of my 3-part life," Message Me - 02:12, November 8, 2017 (UTC)
She's nervous at first when she's addressed, but her nerves vanish into thin air when she realizes: the girl talking to her isn't yet a seasoned Slytherin. There might be some hope with her, still. She looks at her cautiously, though, not wanting to get in over herself. She bites her lip and nods. "The Defense paper."
Her eyebrows furrow for a moment, before remembering that they indeed had something they needed to pass for the next class meeting. "Oh, that one. Err....I can always just do that later," she says with a shrug, before going to the chair nearest Charlotte and plopping down on it. "So, the professor for that class.... thoughts?"
She nods, finding herself to be in agreement. "I'm confused most of the time, during her classes.... I just want my DADA experience to be good and wholesome, you know? And I'm not really getting that right now."
- "I'm currently in the what the hell is this stage of my 3-part life," Message Me - 15:23, November 12, 2017 (UTC)
"Ever since I was little, I was raised to hate Slytherins. My dad was a Gryffindor and Gryffindor is the only house I'd wanted to be in. So, I thought Slytherins were evil. Dark. Broody. Glum. Rude," she explains.
"Isn't that a generalisation, though?" she replies. "I'm sure not all Slytherins are like that. Like me, for example." She says, beaming. "And you. You don't seem to be the dark broody glum rude type at all. You seem sweet." She adds with a sweet smile, complimenting Lottie.
- "I'm currently in the what the hell is this stage of my 3-part life," Message Me - 18:54, November 13, 2017 (UTC)
She leans back, a cheeky grin playing as she surveys the girl. "Thanks, blondie," she nods. "It might be a generalization, but have you met other Slytherins? It's like they have a stick up their arse all the time."
"Well, yeah, I do see what you mean." She says with a smile, nodding her head in agreement. "Although, to be fair, I haven't really met any other Slytherins, or like, any of our other classmates for that matter, except you." She admits, a teeny tiny bit ashamed.