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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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[Clementine lets out a noise as she starts to levitate, flailing uselessly around as if she could physically stop a spell like this from taking her up. This is way beyond her skill level so she floats and she punches the air uselessly.

It's hard to cast a spell while floating.

She tries a few but fails, and then the spell leads to her dropping abruptly to the floor with a grunt.]

That was cool.

[Also, that was probably not an appropriate reaction but pfft.]

You haven't even seen the half of it! I've only gotten it to act like a really unimpressive Levitating Charm so far, but once you've got the hang of it, you can move bodies around like ragdolls!

[It's not bragging if you're admitting you can't do it flawlessly, right? Even if knowing it makes you super impressive and cool, for a second-year.

(They're maybe bragging a little bit.)

They get back up, dust themselves off.]

Just be glad I didn't try the Bat-Bogey Hex! That's the first one you always hear about, right?

[Because it's gross. Only that hex where you start puking up slugs out-grosses it.]

Holy shit.

[That is Clementine's very accurate, very helpful reaction to what can be done with that particular spell. She pushes herself off, dusting her robes off. She makes a face then. She's heard about it even if she's never seen it performed.

She figures anyone who does that will end up in a long ass detention.]

Oh, yeah, that's gross. Look I think you won the duel. I'm not so angry anymore, and I don't want my boogers to be bats.

[Like seriously]

Another proud triumph!

[They got clocked by a chair. Definitely a triumph. They proudly tuck their wand away, then cross over to right the armchair that got hurled around. It's fine. No legs snapped off, just a little scuff. Mettaton or a house-elf will probably buff that out.]

Once again, we see that there is no problem that cannot be solved with a brawl or two. Sometimes, truth be told, I miss letting my fists do the talking. However, I suppose lobbing furniture clear across the room is cathartic in its own way.

[Clementine smiles at their reaction. She pushes herself up to her feet, putting her wand away too, as she walks over that way.]

I still go to using my fists first sometimes. [She admits, but it's good to know she's not the only one who sometimes enjoys that.] Thanks for dueling me. People in Slytherin get it.

[She doesn't know about people outside of the House, but- These are her people here. They get what it's like to be angry. They get what it's like to survive.]

You're certainly right about that.

[Of course they get it.

Sometimes they wonder what may have happened if the Dreemurrs had never taken them in. If they had stayed with a family that called them demon, called them wrong, did everything they could to try and evict all the parts of Chara they didn't like by force.

It's not a very pretty what-if.]

My Mom... she's probably the smartest teacher here. She wasn't a Slytherin herself, but she can think like one, I suspect, when the need arises.

[Nobody is wiser than Toriel Dreemurr.]

She helped me figure something out. We evolved anger for a reason, did we not? It is a tool, something meant to help us survive. Therefore, it is meant to be used properly.

[A tool wildly and incorrectly applied may break. A tool that's locked away and never used will rust, and a job may go incomplete down the line because of that.]

It's good your mom can think like a Slytherin too. It means she can understand.

[So many people, they don't only belong to one House. People can possess these traits from multiple ones. The Hat never struggled to house Clementine, but it did briefly think about Gryffindor too, because she has a tendency towards brave and reckless. But who in Slytherin isn't loyal like a Hufflepuff? Clementine knows many people in this House are smart and seek knowledge too like Katerina.

She quiets though. She listens to their words, because this seems like a very wise lesson, which she's about to be told. Her mouth parts and then she nods. It makes sense, but it's such a powerful lesson. She knows about tools. She knows about guns and wands and magic books.]

It's a tool. Woah. [It's a revelation really for someone who is very angry.] People have to learn how to use it right or else it's one big mess. Your mom is really, really smart.

Isn't she? If it were up to me, she'd be headmaster here. Minister of Magic, even.

[Their chest aches with a swell of fierce fondness and admiration. She's... she's so much of what Chara wants to be. Composed and dignified and protective and safe. The kind of person who has answers like that, answers that actually change things - not like the flat, empty "just turn that frown upside down" they'd get before they met people who understood.]

For all the advice I've received, however... I'm not quite above using tools to put holes in the walls, either.

[Mind you, that got harder when they all started living in a huge stone castle, but Clementine probably knows that plenty well.

Maybe someday she will be.

[Clementine can't help but say the words as if she can hear their fondness and admiration for their mother. It's beautiful. There's an ache in her own chest as she remembers her mother. She was always very well loved.

A smile quirks across her face.]

The walls could use a few holes. Also, it feels good to hit something.

Boy, does it ever!

[It comes out a bit more eager and vehement than is necessarily proper. Mom always does her best to discourage violence, after all. Dad doesn't get it, really, forgiving pushover that he is, but he... he sort of knows how to deal with a hotheaded child. Let them come pull weeds, throw their meager arm strength into clamping pruning shears down around a tricky branch.]

I can't believe the Duelling Club doesn't even have some kind of brawling division. There are spells that stop bleeding and all that stuff. Surely it would be easier to handle than, like, a jinx that makes you burp up slugs for an hour!

[Clementine grimaces at the thought of burping up slugs for an hour. It's like she can feel them crawling up her throat. Gross.]

Maybe we should just make our own, but that'd be pretty hard to keep secret even with spells to stop the bleeding. [It'd be against the rules, but-- Did Clementine just suggest a Hogwarts' Fight Club?

Yep.] I think most people don't really like the non magical kind of violence.

[Okay, but consider: Hogwarts Fight Club would be the SICKEST THING EVER.]

Golly, you've got me real tempted! Maybe we could recruit a seventh-year. One who knows all those infirmary spells that mend bones and stuff. But... I suppose you're right: there might not be much interest in that.

I suppose we'll have to content ourselves with regular old magic duelling, won't we?

[It would totally be the sickest thing EVER]

That's a good idea. Fix up anyone that got hurt before a professor can see them and ask about it. Yeah, I don't know. You're one of the only other people who seem to get the whole wanting to hit something with your fist thing.

But I haven't really gone around and took a survey... at least magic dueling's still pretty fun.

Yeah, if you don't mind bat bogeys, [Chara declares with a grin.]

Well, you're lucky, because you can at least count on me for any kind of fight under the sun. If you ever feel the need for a rematch, I'd be delighted to hand your butt to you all over again.

[Clementine smiles too, and she knows she'll take them up on that offer.]

Chara, that's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me. [It's hard to say how serious she is about that, but the truth is she appreciates the offer and the conversation.]

The offer goes both ways, okay? If you ever feel the need to fight somebody, you can come to me too.

[Nicest? Wow, that's got to be a joke. Chara's not the nice sibling, after all. They're the Hex Sibling. The Try To Shave A Quill Into A Shiv Sibling. The Six Duels Per Week Sibling. All "nice" should be saved for appointments with Frisk.

So they just laugh, keep beaming from ear to ear. Check their wand is tucked away, check that the chair's where it should be, dust themselves off.]

Golly, you're not so bad, yourself. If I'm ever in the mood for an ass kicking, I'll drop you a line.

...Don't tell Mom I swore.

[Very tough and edgy of you, Chara.]

[It's half joke, half genuine. Most 'nice' people might not think about making that sort of offer, but it means a lot to Clementine.

She smirks, crossing her heart, as she gets to her feet to leave.]

Your secret's safe with me.

[No telling their mom.] I'll see you around.

[It's a promise before she heads up the stairs to her bed. It's been a long day, but it ended on a surprisingly good note]

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