entrancelogs | [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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Not a fan of the old homestead?

[Frisk's smile acquires a bladed edge, dark eyes sparking with something low and intent.]

I know how that is.

[Clementine catches sight of the intent and the edge there. She breathes out.]

It just... doesn't exist anymore. It was good while it did. [But her parents died years ago, and she survived.] But it sounds like you had a really bad one.

It existed. It simply wasn't home.

[They're still smiling. They picked that one up from Chara, that sustained extrapolation of that single note, the grin that informs people of precisely what you'd like them to be informed of with a minimum of actual explanation. Some people might consider it unsettling. Frisk considers it useful.]

All the same. I'm sorry things went the way they did for you.

[People use whatever tools they have to to survive whether it's unsettling or not. Clementine isn't easily unsettled anymore.]

I'm sorry things went the way they did for you too.

[It's genuine, quiet but true]

You're here now.

Here is better, anyway, [Frisk says matter-of-factly, shaking the hair from their eyes, speaking as easily as if they were simply discussing the weather.]

You've got people who look out for each other. Slytherin solidarity, right?

Yeah.

We're not alone, because we've got each other. [Clementine gets that feeling very strongly from being in Slytherin. It's meant a lot to her. She's felt like she's been on her own for a really long time now. It's good to not feel that way anymore.]

[They do say so, in those Sorting songs and the like, don't they? Perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. And you do, unquestionably. Gryffindors have their bravery and Hufflepuffs will earnestly watch each other's backs, but Slytherins are the type, in Frisk's experience, who'd be willing to submerge their souls in sin for their friends, who would clasp hands with the ones they love and walk into hell together.]

Hufflepuffs might be all about loyalty, but Slytherins know how to watch one another's backs. [Their smile is less intent now, but no less edged.] We don't let one of our own get hurt.

And if someone does hurt one of our own, we get payback. [Clementine can feel that strength of House and of family. If she ever looks so much as sad, people will ask her what's going on and if they need to hurt someone. She's used to fighting her own battles, but this is great.

This is better.]

Speaking of, thanks for looking out for me. [She taps the bandage lightly.] I'm Clementine.

So you've mentioned. And it's no problem.

[But yes, she's absolutely right. Frisk has broken more than a few rules - along with bones and teeth and windows, once or twice - defending Chara or any of the monsters that might be attending Hogwarts along with the Dreemurrs.]

Hogwarts is our family and our home. And that doesn't end when school gets out, by the way. We watch out for our own, no matter where or when.

That's good to know that it doesn't just... end when it's all over.

[Clementine has a really, really long time before it's all over. She's on year 1, but she's always thinking about the future, how to rewrite herself and what to do to survive and to make it. No matter what.

It's enough serious conversation for now though.] So you've been here longer, I bet you know some of the secret passageways by now, and maybe you'd be willing to share that info with a first year? [She smiles as hopefully as possible.]

[They've not been there that much longer, really. Relative to everyone else, anyway. But Frisk seems to have compensated by filling their head with as much knowledge of the inner workings of the castle as possible. They grin, leaning against the nearest armchair with a lazy grin.]

I like to think I know a few of them. You know there's even a few that get you into Hogsmeade?

[And then, with a sincerity that belies the widening of their smirk, they add:] Not that I'd know anything about that, or anything.

Wait, really? You can sneak into Hogsmeade?

[Clementine smiles at that, folding her arms across her chest loosely with a tiny smirk of her own.] No, of course not. No respectable Slytherin would be so resourceful... and cunning. [She's good at sarcasm.]

[It takes a quite a bit from them to bite back the loud, bubbling laugh that nearly crawls out from them. Slytherins. So good at sneaking about and getting into where they're not meant to be.]

Were I to tell you that there was a certain trapdoor located near a certain statue of a one-eyed witch that led you straight into the cellar of Honeydukes - well, I'd be lying, of course. There's no way a second-year like me could know such a thing, is there?

[Slytherins should be allowed to get into all the things in Clementine's opinion. It's the rules that shouldn't be in place. Clementine has to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing too]

No, no way you could know it. I'd know it was a lie, and I'd never go follow those clues to that lead and definitely not ever end up in Honeydukes.

It's a good thing we both follow the rules so closely.

[Snakes? No, no, the Slytherin animal should've been a cat, as far as Frisk is concerned. But maybe that'd bring them a little too close to Gryffindor. What other animal, though, has a knack for showing up, even in the places where they should most definitely not be?]

Of course not. [Frisk shrugs, one-shouldered, with an uneven smirk.] We're very attentive to things such as rules and regulations, and they are always there for a very important reason that should never be ignored!

[Clementine actually laughs at that, unable to hold back her amusement any longer. It's good good to laugh after the night she'd had. She's in a much better mood, and it's all thanks to Frisk.]

Of course, we only ever break rules when we absolutely have to. [She smiles in amusement then before she lifts up her hand to wave at them as she heads up towards her bedroom] I gotta head to bed. Thanks again for the bandages.

No problem.

[They smirk, leaning back in their seat in preparation to kick their feet up like the insouciant kid they are.]

I'll be sure not to see you in Hogsmeade.

[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

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