Chapter 88: Chapter 88
The common room door swung open and a figure swept into the room, past all the waiting students, and to the front of the gathering. Severus Snape. His hair was long and greasy. His robes were black and stained. His nose was crooked, and his whole air screamed deadly assassin. As Slytherin masks went, it was a good one.
"Welcome…" Snape began, "to the Most Ancient… and Noble… House of Slytherin." A voice of silk and daggers.
"This house has a long tradition of cunning and ambition… of elegance, and…breeding."
Beside her, she thought she sensed Granger tense up.
"In Slytherin House… we follow a strict code of unity and discretion. Any political… rivalries… will stay inside the house. Outside these walls we stand as one."
She nodded. Unless her lord said otherwise.
"You will find that being in Slytherin House will grant you many privileges that other houses are not party to. The facilities here are one of the many advantages we hold over other houses. These facilities will remain secret… or else."
Subtle.
"I am Severus Snape. Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House." Snape turned and looked her right in the eyes. "And I am Head of Slytherin House. Regardless of what some of you… might believe."
What? She stared straight back, refusing to either rise to the bait or submit.
Snape turned away from her. His eyes briefly fell on Granger before travelling back over the assembled students.
"We hold our ancient traditions dear and we do not appreciate those families who might soil our ways with… Light ideals… and who destroy those who fight to uphold those ways."
A quick glance confirmed Snape was looking at Harry now. She ground her teeth. Bastard.
Another quick glance at Granger showed her Slytherin mask was cracking, anger seeping through fissures, like larva through rock.
She nudged the witch and shot her a look. The mask instantly snapped back. "In Slytherin House… members of those families will quickly find themselves persona non grata."
She stared straight ahead. Focusing all her exhausted will power on a single spot of wall some five metres in front of her.
"You will all maintain the dignity expected of those of your station. If I catch any of you engaging in unseemly behaviour, you will be punished."
Translation — Don't get caught.
"You will all maintain the highest academic performance as is expected from those with your magical advantages."
Translation — Most of you know at least basic occlumency, but that's no reason to slack off.
"And you will all show proper respect to those who have proven themselves your betters."
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"If you have any questions, go to a prefect. If you have to come to me and a prefect could have handled it, you will no be happy with the result. Don't be late for classes tomorrow. There are no excuses." And with that, Snape swept back out of the common room, pausing only to open and close the door behind him.
Daphne didn't wait a moment longer. Bed was calling.
The next morning, Hermione's eyes snapped open. The bed felt wrong. Oh! She was at Hogwarts! She scrambled out of the silk sheeted bed and whispered the time spell. Seven o'clock. Breakfast would start any moment. She stripped off her brand new dressing gown and stepped over to the double-shower bathroom.
The beautifully warm water washed over her.
The door opened and she heard someone else enter. Another stream of water fell in the stall next to her's.
The water was so nice and warm.
Minutes passed.
She shut off the water and exited just as an equally wet Daphne Greengrass left her stall. They stared at each other for a moment, wrapped in towels and dripping. The Greengrass Heiress hesitated, then continued on back to the dorm room. She followed.
Ten minutes later, they were both putting the finishing touches on their magically dried hair. She applied straightening charms, while Daphne was doing highlights with her wand.
They still hadn't spoken a word.
Parkinson could be heard in the bathroom, arguing with Tracey and Bulstrode over shower time.
She made a mental note to get up an hour earlier tomorrow.
They finished their hair at the same time and started to put on their robes in unison.
She glanced at Daphne again. The girl seemed totally focused on what she was doing.
Socks were pulled on. Shoes were laced up. Shouts of indignation still emanated from the bathroom.
They both stood up.
Daphne made as though to say something, but seemed to think twice.
She snapped.
"This is stupid! We need to talk about some things."
Daphne paused on her way to the door and turned back. "Yes, that's true."
"Like, where exactly do we stand with each other? I mean, what was all that on the train yesterday? Do you want me to defer to you in public or what?"
"In public?"
"Yes, you know, where other people can see us." She raised her right hand and wiggled her silver, lightning-bolt, ringed pinky finger.
Daphne's face pinched.
She waited.
Daphne opened her mouth, then closed it again. Then, eventually, opened it again. "In public we can act as social convention would dictate we act. And in private we can act as social equals."
"…"
"…" She smiled. "Excellent. Shall we get breakfast then?"
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