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.

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Sounds like a busy house.

[Four brothers? Frisk can't imagine having to deal with more than three other people in the house, and that's not countering her parents.]

You don't...know your mom?

Nah. Mom died when I was like, 5 or 6. So like, I knew her, I guess, but not well.

[She takes a swig of her drink.]

Dad's always been there for us, though he really only has one way to do that. It's a lot of yelling. I miss 'em, but it's nice being here and away sometimes.

Yeah.

[They feel, absurdly, like they should apologize, even if they don't quite know why. They didn't know her mom, and she didn't know her mom. She sounds nonplussed about it anyway.

But there's a flicker of something approaching guilt in the pit of their stomach nonetheless, for reasons utterly unknown to them.

Instead, they follow suit and gulp down more of their butterbeer.]

Guess I'm the opposite. My family's always here.

Do you like it better that way? I mean, like, my family's crazy, but not all families have to be.

[She's kind of awful at transfiguration so she doesn't know how well Professor Toriel actually likes her, especially since she hangs around the Quidditch practices and probably watches Wendy nearly bean her kids with a Quaffle. But Asgore has always been a sweet guy.]

They seem nice, at least. Like, not too nosey nice. Your mom makes the best snacks for practices. I guess that could totally feel like smothering, though.

She's a really...mom kind of mom.

[That's the best way to put it. With all the hand-holding and doting and fussing you'd expect. But coming from her, they don't mind so much. It's better than the other thing.

They don't think about that.]

But they're the best family in the world. I wouldn't change a thing.

[Except for, without a doubt, the ability to be born a monster too. To live with them their whole life. To not feel, sometimes, like an imposition on a life that wasn't theirs by birth.]

Pfffthahahaa. Yeah. The mommiest mom. That's awesome, though. You have that like, totally picturesque cute fam. Mom, dad, two kids, boom. Done. And you're at home all the time! No homesickness!

[She throws her hands in the air to accentuate that, almost forgetting her drink is there and sloshing a bit on her, but she laughs it off and sips the extra bit of the lip.]

It's cute. All of you are cute. And you get along way better than my family would here. Sometimes things just... fit, you know? Like you, and them. You're just there.

Yeah.

[It's nice to have a home, a place where they might belong for real. They hadn't really formed a concrete concept for such a thing until the Dreemurrs swept them up, and things have been...immeasurably more tolerable since. They might be harder for it, but things are better now.]

Chara and me might as well be twins anyway. We're basically the same size and everything.

[Even if they suspect Chara might be a year or so younger, but...if they shared that, Chara wouldn't be allowed to be on the Quidditch team since they're technically a first year. That's unforgivable.]

Wait, you guys aren't?

[This is a serious question. Oh my god. They look like, the same.]

Like, you're obviously not identical, but I thought you were fraternal or something. Oh my god.

[She looks out onto the landscape and takes a swig of her drink.]

This is like, groundbreaking, man. This is crazy.

[Frisk smirks, privately a bit pleased that this came as a shock to her. They quickly sip again at their butterbeer to mask the thrill of delight that comes with her explanation. It makes it feel a little more...real. A little more legitimate that they're a family, if other people just assume that they are.]

Separated at birth, I guess.

[Might as well be twins, like they said. Red eyes or no, they've got more than a little in common, right down to the preferred wardrobe.]

Meant to be, maybe.

See, now that's the ticket. You two get along way better than me and my siblings, anyway. That's gotta be fate.

[She grins at them, full-faced and pleased.]

Man, now I can like, make bets that you two aren't twins and totally win them. Bet I could get half the Quidditch team before they caught on.

[There's a few key differences, true, but that comes down to little things. An alternate cut of the hair, a shift in body language, a different set of eyes.]

Long as you split the take three ways.

[She chuckles and punches them in the arm affectionately.]

You are a little con, kid, and I am so into it. Bam, done.

[She leans back again, taking a drink and closing her eyes.]

You and Chara better keep the team goin' when I leave. It's like, super important.

Can you blame me, with Stan Pines on the team?

[They're already pretty solidly certain that they and Chara will have to make enough trouble for the entire Slytherin team combined once everyone graduates, and they're more than ready to take the job to task.]

Don't worry. We'll keep your legacy as a rampant lawbreaker and perpetual rebel.

I mean, jeez, who do ya think taught me? That's the Slytherin way, kid. Keep on keepin' on.

[It's gonna be worse when Stan and Souji leave this year. She might have to actually, like, run things??? That would be a shame.]

Thanks for keepin' me company up here, kid. It's been nice.

[The hat had given them the option to be something other than what they are now, but Frisk had refused. Chara was directly in front of them in line, and they knew that wherever their sibling would go, Frisk would follow.

They chose well, they think.

Frisk lifts their bottle in solidarity with a wide grin.]

Yeah. It has been.

[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin

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