[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]

[Makes sense, they guess, even if Gunderson's entire reason for trying in the first place seems to be, essentially, "just because I can." Frisk can respect that.]

Youngest-ever witch to author a paper?

[reverseengineer]

Assuming I find my evidence soon enough, anyway. [She shrugs a shoulder, then points at them, scowling.] And assuming no one stops me, so keep your mouth shut, okay?

[determinedest]

[Frisk rolls their eyes, smirking.]

Relax. Rule-breaker solidarity, remember? I can support anything that goes against what people say you should be doing.

[reverseengineer]

Just making sure. [She shrugs, leaning back over her work.] I'll let you know if I get actual proof. [A beat.] When I get actual proof, that is.

[determinedest]

[When she gets proof. That's more like it.

Frisk pushes themself to their feet, dusting off their robes in a completely unnecessary flourish of motion.]

I know more than a few people who'd be interested in that once you do.