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[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

Who: Slytherin House! (And friends and visitors, of course!)
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.

The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.

Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.

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A book on Potions such as Draught of Living Death and other such things. It is rather advanced but I know you are the curious sort who likes to dig and learn. Most importantly it has an ingredient list so if you cannot remember that one little thing that always escapes your mind during an exam, it will have it.

[Or rather, he will have it. Things being to shift again as Zacharie sits more at attention.]

Sadly I must mention the index was pulled out so if there is a particular potion you are looking for, I would be happy to mark the page for you.

[So, tell him what you need and that book he'll lend you will have it. Naturally it won't come free, but Frisk knows how it goes.]

[The "curious sort" - well, he's not wrong. Frisk grins widely, bracing one elbow across the top of their knee so they can rest their chin on their curled knuckles.]

And what would the asking price for such a treasure be?

[They're assuming it'd have to be pretty high, since it sounds like it's quite the object of value, even if it'll have to be little more than a glorified rental.]

[Let him think. His asking prices tended to work in the favor of those who would be doing the fetching. It was absolutely useless to give someone a price they had no way of paying because Zacharie would be the one to lose out and if it wasn't fair, people would go elsewhere.

He knew Frisk's strength in being that sweet kid that could get away with talking to others without too many questions raised. So, if they couldn't answer now, then it'd be easy to get it later.]

While we are on the subject of books, I mean to speak to the librarian regarding the Restricted Section but I keep missing them! You wouldn't happen to know what the times they are usually in? I have free time Friday evening so that would be the best.

[Because he's having the opposite problem. Since students have been getting in there, the game's been stepped up a bit. It be best if he knew the nighttime schedule at least.]

[What times they are usually "in," right? Of course they've got a good handle on that sort of schedule.]

Most older students can get in with a permission slip. They've been cracking down on the craftier ones, though - I can't believe some people have been getting away with counterfeits.

[Frisk, for their part, usually elects to overlook that step and go straight to slinking inside unannounced, sometimes off the coattails of whatever older kid might be perusing the stacks. It's far better to ask forgiveness than permission, after all.]

I'm afraid the librarian's been staying later and later, since so many troublemakers seem to like sneaking in after hours. But the earlier times with the busier hours - the librarian is quite unavailable during that time, too distracted helping fifth years with their O.W.L. study materials.

[If he did it the legitimate way, Zacharie could get in easily. But he couldn't take books out, make copies and bring it back. He's fast, but not that fast and they'd have his name on record. No thank you. He'd rather them just deal with one going 'missing'.]

Rather cheap ones too, sadly. There's only so many times you can magic a signature before it becomes obvious.

[Practice the handwriting by hand guys, it's not that hard. Or maybe it was because he had practice long before coming to Hogwarts. But anyway...]

Excellent! I will be able to see them very soon. I'll have your book delivered at the earliest convenience. However, if I cannot find you is there anywhere I can put it?

[Like away from a certain Professor that Frisk is close to? Because yeah.]

[He's got a good grasp of the fact that their mother, while clearly the Best Mom Ever To Mom, can be overtly stern when it comes to petty rulebreaking. Which is a real shame, seeing as Chara and Frisk excel at that sort of thing.

Frisk rolls their shoulders back in a luxurious stretch, hands linking behind their head as they arch their spine until it cracks.]

There's a certain "shortcut" I'm sure you're aware of. A bust of Gregory the Smarmy guards it. I know of only a handful of other students that pass by that way, none of them with any sort of regularity.

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And I am sure it is a rather pretty bust too. If I cannot find you I'll trust it to our dear friend Gregory.

[Zacharie makes a note to make sure that only Frisk would be able to pick it up if that was the case, rather than some random student.]

Thank you for your time Frisk. Now then how is Quidditch practice going? I have been hearing conflicting rumors on who is going to come out on top this year!

Slytherin, obviously, [Frisk says with a prim twist to their voice, as if daring Zacharie to say otherwise. They lean back against the wall with their more typical easy smile.]

The other team's seekers may be older, but I'm faster. And I've got the best beaters imaginable covering my back.

[Naw, Zacharie's learned to let sleeping dogs lie when it comes to these games. Just the occasional wink/nudge "Wanna bet?" for him. Last thing he wants is first hand experience with bludgers, and that applies to all teams.]

They always say to beware the quiet ones and I do not doubt the skills of your beaters putting the meaning of the word to good use. I've just seen practice of the other teams and it appears you will have to fight tooth and nail this time.

[But victory is all the sweeter when you have to drag it home kicking and screaming, no?]

Yeah, but where's the fun in an easy victory? Something about that is just so unsatisfying, you know?

[Stories aren't any fun when it's just one person crossing a flat wasteland. Good stories involve scaling mountains, plumbing the depths of deep caves. Great highs and great lows. So the other teams are sharp this year. Bring it, says Frisk. They're determined to come out on top, and they know they're not the only one that feels that way.]

Have you seen us practice, though?

Exactly. Difficult boss fights always make the EXP gain all the sweeter. And as I say it is best when there's more action and fewer words.

[He personally has no interest in playing the game himself but he can appreciate one where everyone gets down to business. It reminded him of an old acquaintance and the way he played baseball back when Zacharie hung around that ballpark.]

I have been once or twice but friends tend to be distracting. Perhaps I will be able to come down to the field alone soon.

Eh, that's not such a big problem. I mean, that just means you get to be surprised when you see us in action!

[Sounds like referencing a Muggleborn kind of thing, which they...reluctantly can understand as a reference. Not that they like to think about how they can understand it. They never got to actually play those sorts of games, with EXP and the like.]

[He's played one too many video games when he was little, to the point people called him the 'RPG Guy'. But he's not one to wax on about his past, so moving on...]

Then I shall wait in anticipation for the day I can open that surprise package. It makes things much more interesting when there is a wild card. Ahaha, speaking of however, I recommend someone keep an eye on yourself and Chara.

[Not for trouble from Chara but towards them. People knew how strong of a player the child was and that pity the poor bastard who goes after Frisk. It may be painful but it could be a good way to get them out of the game.

So there, a freebie for you because you're one of his best customers Frisk.]

Oh, I don't have to worry about that.

[Frisk's smile is thin and edged, but laced with no small amount of knowing.]

I'm sure you remember that time one of the opposing team's Beaters ended up in the hospital wing with about half a dozen fractures?

[That was the same match where Frisk's arm was broken by a well-aimed bludger. Chara, of course, had simply smiled and said sweetly, "only six fractures?"]

[Yeah, he remembers. There was a list of rules that the game abides by and then the list of private rules that each House had. One of the ones near or on the top of the list in Slytherin House was 'Fuck with Frisk Dreemurr at your own peril'. It's not like Zacharie never heard a nasty rumor about the child that was squashed just as quickly as it came to be.

Again, one of the reasons why Frisk was so interesting.]

I'll have to keep that in mind. Perhaps it would be best if everyone held off on their bets for now. Either way, things will get interesting this game. Eh eh eh.

[It doesn't help that Chara's go-to means of defending their sibling is to simply command the other kid to fight them so that they may mete out their wrath accordingly.

One thing is very clear, however: you do not under any accounts deign to be cruel to one of the Dreemurrs. The rest will surely seek you out to make you suffer for it.]

Oh, I'm sure they will. [They quirk an eyebrow in his direction.] Don't tell me you're running some kind of underground betting pool or something.

[It's amazing the people who rally around Frisk. But instead of dwelling for long, Zacharie just laughs.]

Not me this time. But you would be surprised how many there are amigo. Or the amount of people who ask for "help".

[He does sound partly annoyed by that. If a game's going to be played, play it fair. You can't just side step the big tournament levels because it's no fun if you do.]

Really. [There's a supremely disbelieving note to their voice, though it's certainly also amused. It's not often that something manages to ruffle the unflappable Zacharie's feathers, after all.]

You've got competition? Really?

For now. I plan on having a friendly chat with them after this.

[Calm by nature, yeah. But it's not like Zacharie has remained the only merchant in this school for nothing. He also didn't get that reputation of being downright creepy at times for nothing either.

But the moment passes and he chuckles.]

Nevertheless it should be a good game. Regardless of the outcome, I do hope you all enjoy yourselves.

[They'd ask what manner of "friendly chat" it might be, but they think they've already got a vague idea of what he means. Either way, they don't envy whoever is stealing "business" from Zacharie.]

I hope you find it just as lucrative as always, then.

[They've little doubt, after all, that he knows how to get what he's after one way or another.]

I always do. Ah ah ah.

[Zacharie never personally attacked as a rule. He talked. If things went sideways after that...well self-defense sure was something.

But he's not going to go there. More action and less words sure, but there's no reason this conversation should get dark. Zacharie kicks his feet back up on the couch. Really, thank Mettaton for making these so damn comfortable.]

Here's to interesting games and lovely people. Give my regards to Chara amigo.

[Honestly, whose idea was it to keep the Slytherins in a drab dungeon like this? Mettaton had the right idea making the place much more livable, but why on earth did it take so long for someone to acquire that level of common sense?]

Of course I will.

[They incline their head in quiet acknowledgment.]

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