In the Boys' 5th-Year Slytherin Dorms
Tom came quietly into the dorm and slipped into his bed. He glanced across the bedside table at Rigel, whose bed was nearest his, and smirked slightly; Spica had been outside in the Common Room ranting and raving to anyone that would listen that Rigel was having an illicit affair with a Mudblood. Naturally, after telling about three people, it began to become old news-- and obviously a fabrication-- and so no one was really paying any attention anymore.
"Spica was looking for you," Tom said after a moment, interrupting Rigel's deep concentration on some book. "Don't know why you're so intolerable of her. Honestly, she's pureblood-- that's all that really matters, and she's not unattractive. In fact, she's quite pretty, when she shuts up enough for you to look at her." He sniggered, "You could do Silencio on her." He rolled his eyes, "Yes, I know, she's annoying as hell, but, really, Rigel; most boys would give anything to have a pretty pureblood girl after them-- and you're not even looking for marriage yet." People like me . . . no pureblood girl, pretty or not, is going to want to have me . . .
. . . at least not until I take care of a few things . . . though he can have Spica; I concede . . .
"This 'Mudblood' you've been dating must be pretty special. Is she a Mudblood? Really a Mudblood?" He snorted for a moment, "And have you really been sleeping with her?"
"But, Rigel, I must warn you . . . there's a rule, from all the way back when Salazar Slytherin established this school and this house, that Slytherins can only consort with and marry purebloods. I just found it in my research recently. It's an old rule, rarely enforced anymore-- and it becomes void as soon as you leave the House, anyway, considering that there's no longer any more points for you have taken away once you're married out of school-- but it's still there." He grinned rather frighteningly, "I just might have to take certain measures if it's really true."
As he waited for Rigel to reply, he leaned over the opposite side of his bed and pulled out a book from inside of his schoolbag. "Oh, that reminds me . . . I have this I've got to return to you." He laid the copy of "Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Geneology" on the table.
((^_^ Do a long post to reply, Tiffany! I spent a long time on this one . . . and don't talk to him like you do Spica, lol-- you can be cold, but, as of yet, Tom is still kind of your friend . . . ))
"Spica was looking for you," Tom said after a moment, interrupting Rigel's deep concentration on some book. "Don't know why you're so intolerable of her. Honestly, she's pureblood-- that's all that really matters, and she's not unattractive. In fact, she's quite pretty, when she shuts up enough for you to look at her." He sniggered, "You could do Silencio on her." He rolled his eyes, "Yes, I know, she's annoying as hell, but, really, Rigel; most boys would give anything to have a pretty pureblood girl after them-- and you're not even looking for marriage yet." People like me . . . no pureblood girl, pretty or not, is going to want to have me . . .
. . . at least not until I take care of a few things . . . though he can have Spica; I concede . . .
"This 'Mudblood' you've been dating must be pretty special. Is she a Mudblood? Really a Mudblood?" He snorted for a moment, "And have you really been sleeping with her?"
"But, Rigel, I must warn you . . . there's a rule, from all the way back when Salazar Slytherin established this school and this house, that Slytherins can only consort with and marry purebloods. I just found it in my research recently. It's an old rule, rarely enforced anymore-- and it becomes void as soon as you leave the House, anyway, considering that there's no longer any more points for you have taken away once you're married out of school-- but it's still there." He grinned rather frighteningly, "I just might have to take certain measures if it's really true."
As he waited for Rigel to reply, he leaned over the opposite side of his bed and pulled out a book from inside of his schoolbag. "Oh, that reminds me . . . I have this I've got to return to you." He laid the copy of "Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Geneology" on the table.
((^_^ Do a long post to reply, Tiffany! I spent a long time on this one . . . and don't talk to him like you do Spica, lol-- you can be cold, but, as of yet, Tom is still kind of your friend . . . ))
