Dumbledore cleared his throat before he raised his hands and said, "The Prefects may now escort the students to their common rooms, good luck to you all". Slianca Silverstone was the prefect for the Slytherin house.
"Okay, up you get", she demanded. "Must be getting a move on"
Almost simultaneously, all of the Slytherin house got to their feet and followed the intimidating Prefect.
"Now... We are located down in the dungeons", said Silverstone. "One of the nicest places if you ask me"
"I don't think dungeons are very nice", squeaked a small first-year. "I mean they are meant to keep criminals down here"
Siverstone shot him a glare.
"If you despise the dungeons so much, then you can't call yourself a real Slytherin now can you?", she sneered.
The first year was now slowly weaving his way to the back of the Slytherin line. Once we were down in the dungeons we came to a portrait. Silverstone quickly stopped in front of it before she whipped around to face the Slytherins.
"For the new first years, this is the entrance to our house common room. Now, you will need a password to enter", silverstone said, she then narrowed her eyes at us. "You would do well to remember it. And if anyone shares this password to another house they will be forced to witness my wrath".
She turned to the portrait and spoke.
"Tedious Thestral"
The Portrait opened revealing a shiny, black, wooden door. What a peculiar password. Does tedious mean something else in the wizarding world? Or was this simply being used for what it was, a muggle word. All the Slytherins entered the common room, and stared at their gorgeous surroundings. There was a beautiful fireplace that I knew I would read beside a lot, the floor was dark which added a small sense of being in a cabin, the studded, black leather couches certainly added to this comparison. Yet, of all the aspects that caught my eye, the window view was by far my favourite. It faced out into the water that surrounded the castle. This was truly heaven.
"Boys' dormitory on the left and girls' dormitory is situated on the right. I hate to sound like a broken record but you would do well to remember that", Silverstone said with a rather disgusted tone. "I don't need any late-night shenanigans, alright? Good. Now, you will see that all your stuff will be waiting for you in your dormitories. Be on your way"
She flicked her hands to shoo us away but most of us continued to stand there gawking. Silverstone's eyebrows furrowed and her lips turned down- even more than they already were- at the corners.
"I said be off!"
And with that everyone rushed away to explore their temporary bedroom. There was a tall bookshelf that was situated inbetween the dorms. I skimmed through the covers before one caught my eye. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
"Perfect" I said as I grabbed the book along with a few other random ones just to spice things up. I was just about to head right to the girls' dormitories when a weight pushed my shoulder out, which caused my books to fall everywhere. I heard a snicker. Oh, that son of a bitch. I could recognise that snicker anywhere, and I had only just met him. Malfoy.
"Ha, look at all those books. You should of been put in crappy Ravenclaw", he laughed, along with his good-for-nothing minions, Crabbe and Goyle. "Although, maybe you could be a dumbass in Gryffindor. You certainly remind me of that filthy mudblood Granger"
An evil smirk stretched across his face. I whipped around to face him, and I gave him the coldest expression I could manage.
"I doubt you could even spell your own name, Malfoy", I hissed. "Can't even watch where you are going"
"What did you say?", He said, clearly a chance for me to change my remark, As if. I started to pick up my books.
"What, are you deaf and blind?" I shot at him.
"No, I am not! You better bite your tongue Evans", he warned.
"It was a rhetorical question you dimwit", I enlightened him, I quickly stormed off to my dormitory.
"What does rhetorical mean, Draco", I heard Crabbe say before they were drowned out completely. A girl came up to me.
"Hi! My name is Garcia. Vivian Garcia", she said with such enthusiasm that it even seemed to lighten me up.
"Hey, Garcia", I said, politely smiling.
"Oh, none of that! Please, just call me Vivian"
"Sure thing, Vivian", I said, a subtle smile forming on my face. "I'm Madel-"
"Oh, I know who you are"
I stared at her confused.
"Sorting hat ceremony! Duh?"
"Oh, ha ha, yes... Almost forgot about that"
"We have potions with the Gryffindors. Come on, let's go together", she said.
We didn't have to walk far as our potions class was located in the dungeon too, because it was taught by Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin. Me and Vivian were the first to arrive, followed closely by Harry, Granger and Weasley. I waved at Harry as he sat down but only received a weak smile in return. I wonder what's wrong...
Professor Snape walked into into the classroom. He looked awfully like an overgrown bat.
"There will be no foolish-waving or silly incantations in this class", he said completely emotionless. "As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However for those select few..."
This man had a cold exterior and a curt interior. He's straight to the point, too bad his point was so damn negative. It's as if he walked into a birthday party and took away the presents and the cake. Professor Snape turned to the Slytherins, giving attention to Malfoy especially.
"Who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death"
Professor Snape sharply turns his head to look at Harry who seemed to be writing what Snape was saying.
"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not. Pay. Attention!" Snape said. Harry quickly jerked up, fearful of Snape's expression.
"Sorry, Professor Snape, but if I'm not mistaken I believe Harry was only noting what you were saying", I said in attempt to relieve Harry of Snape's unwanted attention. He quickly turned in my direction. While Snape's attention was diverted, Harry mouthed thank you.
"And who might you be?" Snape asked.
"Madeline Evans, Professor"
"E-Evans?" he stammered. "Well... Detention! Do not give me that attitude"
Malfoy grinned and let out a quiet snicker. As, Snape walked away he said, "I'd wipe that foolish grin off your face Malfoy, otherwise you will Join Miss... Evans, in detention!"
Malfoy huffed and sunk further into his chair. Serves him right. What a strange boy, how was he nice to me at the sorting ceremony yet has now decided being a little shit to me would be a better idea. Kids like him are what I consider bullies. Snape returned to Harry. I got the strangest feeling that he hated Harry, but I couldn't quite grasp as to why?
"Mister Potter, our new celebrity", Snape mocked. Harry gulped. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry didn't answer. Hermione's hand shot up quicker than Snape could say 'Potter'. Snape ignored her completely.
"You don't know? Well, let's try again", Snape said, unsurprised. "Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a Bezoa?". Hermione's hand stretched even higher than I thought was humanely possible. Snape once again, ignored her presence.
"I don't know, Sir"
"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?"
"I don't know, Sir"
"Pity...", hissed Snape. "Clearly fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"
I did not admire Professor Snape one bit, clearly that was an attempt to publicly, humiliate Harry, but why? Turns out Snape was not yet finished, he narrowed his eyes at the poor boy.
"For your information Potter, Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Death, a Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying this down?"
This man is honestly the most infuriating Professor I have yet to come across. So Harry was in trouble for writing notes and now he's being questioned on why he isn't writing notes. This teacher is beyond moronic, his manipulation tactics are poor. He then set us to create a cure for boils, after we all watched a brief demonstration. Unfortunately for me, my potions partner was Malfoy. He refused to speak to me the entire time and we must of doubled some of the ingredients because of it. The cauldron eventually made a loud bang noise and fell off the workbench. The concoction we made seemed to be more of an acid than a cure because it started to corrode the stone floor.
"Fucking hell, Malfoy!" I yelled.
"Fucking hell? Fucking hell!" he yelled back. "YOU DID THAT, NOT ME, YOU!"
"Miss Evans, Mister Malfoy, no one uses disgusting profanity such as that in my classroom!" Snape yelled. "Go outside! Both of you! And Mr. Malfoy, you will be serving detention with Ms. Evans"
He used what seemed to be a cleaning or reversing spell because I saw the cauldron going back to what it was as me and Malfoy walked out the door. Draco muttered something unintelligible, and then I hit his shoulder with my book.
"Were you insane!" I screamed. "This is what happens when you act immature! Communication is key in potions!
"Well... You didn't exactly talk to me now did you?"
He was right, and I hate him for that. I hadn't attempted to communicate with him at all.
"I- Okay. I'm sorry", I said. He looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Uh, um... Yeah whatever you stupid half-blood"
He clearly wasn't accustomed to people admitting mistakes or apologising really. Footsteps were echoing down the hallway. Professor McGonagall came from around the corner and approached me. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"Ms. Evans. Please do follow me, Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence, the matter is urgent", she said, I looked at her; shocked. "Well? Do come along now"