[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

[mettatonvevo]

That, or more likely, you both do something so astounding that it makes the world stand still, just for a moment.

[He finishes fiddling with their hair. It's not bound up in any fashion so if Frisk wishes, they can easily shake or comb their hair out of the braids. He's still proud of it, all the same.]

Of course when that happens, I will happily greet you at the top, having already reached there myself.

1/2

[determinedest]

Of course.

[Their eyes drop, and the words emerge with none of their typical smirking verve. It's just - strange. To have someone like that who believes in them, pure and simple. Who believes that one day they'll do great things, no strings attached.








Abruptly and without much warning, Frisk wraps their arms tightly around Mettaton's middle with more strength than their tiny little body should possess, hugging him with a strange and furious gratitude.]

[determinedest]

[As quickly as they hugged him, they've released him again and stepped away. They slip away and are abruptly heading for the room they share with Chara without looking back.

It'd be too strange otherwise. Wouldn't it?]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton is taken off guard for a moment as Frisk suddenly and inexplicably hugs him. He feels a rush of happiness, but before he can return the embrace, they've already let go and are walking away. Wildly he thinks about running after them and making sure they know he returns the sentiment.

Instead, he merely calls out.]

I'll see you later then, Frisk! It was great talking to you, as always.

[He really is proud of them. They're like the little sibling he never had.]