[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

[agneshko]

[ she can hardly blame him for the sentiment, can she?

it's how elena felt when his gaze first began to stray toward camille. it's not enough to have a small piece of someone. elena is greedy enough to want all of it, for herself, for forever. in this, they are the same, too. but his happiness means more to her than her own selfish, territorial ways.

cami makes him softer. in ways that are not weak at all. ]

Nik.

[ she really shouldn't encourage him. it's not laughter bubbling up her throat. her eyes light up when she sees where he leads them, knowing what it means. their lives may be changing, and they make be allowing room for others, but she likes that this is something that remains solely theirs. she waits for him to retrieve his infamous little flask, wrinkling her nose as she looks up at the painting. ] What do you think of this one? [ her fingers lightly tap the wall beside the painting's frame. ]

[walkingheroin]

I think that our friend here could easily do better.

[His voice comes from behind them as he finishes his rounds for the evening. To find them here could very well mean that Elena is feeling a bit better now, having run through her anger towards them.

They may have deserved it, but that didn't make it any more enjoyable to be lacking her company.]

I completely expect you to have replaced some of these old things with your own work down the line, Nik. Anything less would leave me disappointed.

[His eyebrows lift at Elena before he tests the waters himself.]

Feeling a bit better are we, bright eyes?

[agneshko]

[ elena follows the sound of lucifer's voice, frowning; it's meant to look put out, but it's kind of adorable, honestly. it isn't easy to sneak up on her, and somehow the little devil manages it each and every time. she'd like to remain angry, but there he goes with his pet names, and her mouth twitches into a reluctant smile. ]

A bit.

[ that's the thing about elena's temper. it flares quickly, and is put out just the same.

no wonder she can get along with so many of these men.

she leans in lucifer's direction as the boys discuss artwork, lifting the olive branch flask to him in offer. ]