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- Posted: Thu, 04 Oct 2012 02:38:57 +0000
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwho sii|| slytherins, malcolm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhere || slytherin common room / great hall
- xxx“I heard he got to try out for the team his second year because his parents had stripped the previous Slytherin keeper of his wand. I’m pretty sure that guy disappeared that same year too,” he could hear a little, blonde first year say.
"Well I heard that he used an Unforgivable Curse on a teacher when she gave him an A on his O.W.L.S. Heard he said ‘acceptable isn’t acceptable’ or something like that,” the first year’s friend said.
Simon sighed. Acceptable isn’t acceptable? That’s the best kids could come up with these days? And he couldn’t become keeper on his own either apparently. How stupid could you get? Honestly… like his parents would waste their time on a bunch of students? Please! They wouldn’t even let him use magic around them until he was out of Hogwarts. He was seventeen so he could use magic whenever he wanted without getting in trouble with his dad’s division but his dad wouldn’t allow it. As proud as he was of their magic, his father didn’t trust his son with even the simplest of spells. Perhaps this was because they found out Simon had a fling with a muggle girl in the beginning of the past summer? Simon wasn’t sure. All he knew was that before, he could apparate anywhere he wanted; after, his parents decided to have a ‘civilized’ (dominating) conversation with him about the new rule of no magic at home until he was out of Hogwarts.
Simon opened his eyes, uncrossed his arms, and sat up on the couch he had been laying across. The common room was dim and dank seeing as it was in the dungeons and underneath the lake. Still, it was quite nice and peaceful for where it was located. Well, most of the time. These first years must have thought he was asleep otherwise they would have made sure to be more careful about swapping rumors. Perhaps they would have distanced themselves a bit more as well so as to make sure they were out of earshot. Who knows, but they certainly jumped when he sat up. He could tell they were trying not to look at him. Simon glanced lazily in their direction and the students that had talked, and even a few of the lower years behind the two first years, scattered. So goes the lonely life of the son of power hungry people. Oh well, he liked being alone.
Standing and stretching, he went into the boys’ dormitory. He entered the room he shared with five other Slytherin seventh year guys. None of them were there and it was actually peaceful. Finally he thought to himself. Simon laid himself down on the bed and crossed his legs, put his arms behind his head, and sighed a relaxed sigh.
Someone rushed into the room. Simon’s eyes shot open. It was his thin, lanky friend Malcolm Reed that had made the ruckus but Malcolm looked like he regretted it almost immediately after seeing the look on Simon’s face.
“Two seconds! I couldn’t even have two seconds to myself!” Simon said, frustrated.
Malcolm looked at his friend nervously. “Sorry! I just came to tell you that the cup ceremony thing is right now. We’ll get detention if we don’t get up there.”
Simon pondered this thought for a moment. “How much detention?”
Malcolm laughed and when he saw Simon wasn’t kidding his laughing died and he coughed, and then swallowed before answering. “I don’t know. I think the headmaster said like a month or something.” Again Simon pondered and Malcolm let out an exasperated, “Simon, I'm leaving without you!”
The blonde haired boy rolled his eyes, “alright, alright.”
Sitting up, Simon let out another huge sigh. He couldn’t be bothered to go to stupid events like this. He didn’t care who was the Slytherin champion, he didn’t care what house would win, he just… didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t him. The boy only put his name in because his parents nagged him to. Actually they threatened in their ‘civilized’ manner. That’s just how they worked; everything was business to them.
The Slytherin boys left through the entrance to the common room and made their way upstairs toward the Great Hall. They could hear a voice behind them, Professor Mayburry. She was hurrying the laggers into the place of meeting. The boys walked in and sat down at the Slytherin table, near the back of the Great Hall so they could make a run for it when the ceremony was over just as they did for the sorting this year. Everyone around him was in conversation with their friends but he and Malcolm silently observed. The first years from earlier seemed extremely thrilled to be there. Some fifth years were complaining about how they couldn’t put their name in the cup and how they would make a much better candidate than most of the Slytherins around them. When they caught him staring, they quieted and turned toward the front, embarrassed.
Finally the doors to the Great Hall closed and the last teacher was settled in her place. The headmaster rose from his throne-like chair and cleared his throat. “Welcome students,” his voice boomed. Immediately everyone fell silent. A lot of the people by Simon were squirming and squealing with excitement. They wanted to know who their champion would be.
“As you already know, we are all gathered here to pick our champions.” There was cheering and he paused and waited a few moments before settling the students down by continuing. “But before we begin I have a few announcements.” Oh great! This was going to be a long night.
On and on the headmaster went with the procedures and warnings of the competition. He wasn’t positive but he was pretty sure he heard something about a ball. Simon had a feeling attendance to that would be required so he wasn’t looking forward to that. When the headmaster finally brought the conversation ‘round, back to the competitors, everyone cheered again. Simon closed his eyes, feeling a headache forming. The headmaster’s voice sort of droned in Simon’s head after a while. Blah blah blah… history of the competition and its champions and then finally, “now I shan’t keep you in suspense any longer. Let us get to the choosing of the champions. Deputy Headmistress Wallace, the cup, if you don’t mind.” A large, elegant goblet was brought out and the crowd oooo’d and ahhh’d and Simon just sat there waiting. He was hungry and tired and ready to just get this over with.