[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

[fulllifeconsequences]

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.

Comments

[determinedest]

[Frisk cannot help snorting lightly as he embarks on drying them off with his typical flair and panache. He's incorrigible as ever, but that's part of his seemingly-eternal well of charm. Frisk makes a show of holding out their arms and conceding to let him dry them out.

But onto topics they know they may both enjoy discussing: Quidditch. A wide grin stretches over their face as he continues.]

I have every intention of pounding the other teams thoroughly into the ground, [Frisk says with a prim sort of faux dignity, which they promptly abandon with an artless smirk.] Or Chara will, anyway. I'll just be the one to bring the games to an end when it is most tactically relevant.

[mettatonvevo]

[Despite his theatrics, he is very methodical, making sure every spot that is even remotely damp is dried.]

Haha, that's what I like to hear!

[He beams with pride.]

You are both so talented at Quidditch. Our House owes you a lot, Frisk. That last match was a doozy and we wouldn't have come out of it as victors if not for you.

[determinedest]

[Frisk waves away his praise with a sort of dismissive shrug.]

Oh, please. It wouldn't have nearly been so thrilling without someone to narrate it every step of the way. One of these days I'm going to have to ask someone to record it for me, somehow - it's rather difficult to pay attention when you're in the moment.

[Or when you're casually trying to dodge whatever the other team's Beater throws at you, nbd]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton, unlike Frisk, eats up all of the delicious praise that is heaped onto him like he's been starving for three days.]

Recording the Quidditch matches... what a brilliant idea, Frisk! I'm surprised I didn't come up with it myself.

[He keeps his wand on one particularly stubborn spot on Frisk's clothes as his brow furrows in thought.]

It's a pity that muggle technology doesn't work here. If they did, I'd have set up some cameras by now. That way the commentary and visuals would be side by side.

[determinedest]

[Frisk makes an approving noise that approximates the sentiment of "I know, right?" Hogwarts might be a lot of things, but accepting of the benefits of Muggle technology it is not. Quills might be easier to Transfigure, but they're a pain to use compared to the merits of, say, ball-point pens.]

Someone will have to rig something up. Maybe get a few of the Ravenclaws on it. I'm sure we can't be the first people to have this idea.

[And it'd be pretty thrilling to relive some of the Slytherin team's best games on play-by-play.]

[mettatonvevo]

[He snorts at that suggestion, finally lifting up his wand, satisfied that he dried them off completely. Said wand seems to gleam for a moment, happily catching the flickering light reflected from the fire. Maple wands are known for literally shining when performing magic, making it a fitting match for the bombastic Mettaton.]

Oh yes, we'll have all the blueprints drawn up and all the spells at the ready, but those Ravenclaws will get wrapped up on the tiniest detail and disappear for a week trying to solve some imagined problem related to it. They're smart, but they can be so flaky.

[Genius never guarantees good work ethic, unfortunately. It's part of the reason he is very grateful that he became business partners with Zacharie. He is smart AND dedicated.]

[determinedest]

[Frisk dissolves into a storm of amused giggles that's not at all dignified for a twelve-year-old meant to be as mysterious and enigmatic as they try to be, but Mettaton knows them and they know him, so they find they don't really care how dignified they are in front of him.]

I mean, yeah. You're right. But it'd be hilarious.

[Though not exactly what either of them had in mind.]

Well, there must be some people who'd be willing to get on that, wouldn't there? We can't be the only people who've thought of this!

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton sports a proud smirk at Frisk's laughter. Giggles look good on them. 12 is much too young to be looking stoic and put together.]

That it would, true. If we could get some Ravenclaws and maybe a couple of Hufflepuffs, it could get done. Maybe throw in some Gryffindors for some true intra-house community.

[Something like this would probably be ripe for building goodwill amongst the houses. If only that was something Mettaton cared about.]

[determinedest]

Well, I know it'd certainly interest the poor saps who get stuck in detention during those games.

[Frisk, thankfully, hasn't been that unlucky. They make sure to keep their slate very clean before Quidditch games, not even daring to risk a late-night venture or a detention spent exploring the forest with Dad. The Slytherin team can't afford to lose any one of its seven members, let alone its Seeker.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton is unceremoniously reminded of the double detention he received from Professor Toriel and his face sours.]

Yes. The poor saps in detention would love to have it to watch later, though it wouldn't be much help to them if I get sent there.

[Luckily he managed to avoid that this time around, but he is going to watch his step around Professor Toriel in the future.]

[determinedest]

[Ohhhh they recognize that expression. You forget, Mettaton - Frisk has been stuck ("stuck") in detention maybe more than any second-year has any right to be, and largely on purpose!]

Mom hit you with the old double-whammy, did she?

[Their grin is unapologetic and unrepentant and completely, utterly amused.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton pouts a little and looks away.]

It's that obvious, huh?

[He shakes his head.]

No offense to your mom, but I am clearly too advanced for her classes. All of this work with theory is going to make my wand wilt!

[determinedest]

She knows best for you.

[That's a knowing shrug and a smirk in your direction, Mettaton. Frisk has long since given up actually straight-up arguing with their mom, simply preferring to game the system whenever possible. That is to say, always.]

At least, that's what she'll keep saying!

[mettatonvevo]

Ugh, I know, that's her thing. But she doesn't know what's best for me, Frisk! If she knew what was best for me, she'd be praising my Transfiguration abilities!

[Um, Mettaton, you were literally interrupting her class and being a menace. When she called you out on it, you started transfiguring things on her desk in retaliation. You kinda deserve-]

I am a prodigy in my own right, and her theory-based teaching is holding me back!

[...Good job, Mettaton, for completely missing the point.]

[determinedest]

Theory does have its place.

[Don't go trash-talking Frisk's mom, now. Frustration they can understand, but there's no point in criticizing her methods. She's unlikely to change them, no matter how prodigal any one student might be.]

Usually to ensure no one accidentally Transfigures the bejeezus out of something important, [they add matter-of-factly, as if they'd know on a deep and personal level.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton sighs a bit irritably. Really, for a 17-year-old he shouldn't sound so whiny but then again, he IS still a teenager. He does feel a slight amount of shame having complained to his teacher's child though.]

I guess... From the sounds of it, you've caused some trouble yourself?

[determinedest]

[Frisk flashes a wide grin that just screams "yep, and ain't I a stinker on top of it!" But then they add, sagely:]

I just happen to end up in detention with my dad. So it could be worse.

[mettatonvevo]

[That brings the smile back to his face as he shakes his head in amused disbelief.]

How do your parents not have measures in place to stop you from gaming the system like this?

[determinedest]

They've tried.

[But there's one thing that a pair of trouble-making kids have at their virtually endless disposal, and that's time. And they have quite a time of it too!]

Mostly they just try to make us do gross stuff, like cleaning out the gardens and spreading hippogriff manure.

[But everyone knows it's way better to stay up late anyway, so there's no real loss there, is there?]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton blanches at that, his nose wrinkling in disgust.]

Ew. You still get into trouble knowing that you'd have to do something like that? Why?

[determinedest]

Because sleeping's for losers, and staying up is fun!

[A bright snicker peels out of their throat at his expression, priceless that it is.]

[mettatonvevo]

[He snorts, picking up one of the cards from the table and flopping it around a bit. He wonders if he used that heat spell if it would fix these as well...]

You really are 12-years old. I forget that sometimes.

[determinedest]

What's to forget?

[Their smirk is artless as they kick up their feet on the table, apparently nonplussed at the charred remains of their game of Exploding Snap.]

We're not exactly tall, either of us!

[mettatonvevo]

True, but sometimes it feels like you're older than you are. The way you two carry yourselves at times makes it easy to overlook.

[He grins, reaching forward to ruffle their hair.]

Though, it's easy to overlook you, seeing as you're "not exactly tall", like you said!

[determinedest]

[Frisk snickers at the playful familiarity of it, absurdly pleased for reasons they can't fully discern. Pleased because - well, maybe because he considers them somewhat grown-up for a pair of twelve-going-on-thirteen-year-olds. Or, in Chara's case, a "twelve"-year-old.]

Flatterer, [says Frisk, sticking out their tongue, but the effect of the disparagement is immediately lost as they smirk.] You frightful old Slytherin, you.