Heads will roll -Any Slytherin female-

[Dominic Hunterston.]

(this post is made for a battle of wits....a slytherin female please)

His sister’s snickering was enough of a reminder that he would have to strangle the little brat later. She was really a pain in the ass when she got with her little friends. He really could not stand most of them. There were a few of them that he knew was only friends with her just to get close to him. Those were the bitches that he wanted to pop in the face. Sometimes it really pissed him off when people used his little sister to get what they wanted. It just annoyed the living fuck out of him. But that seemed to be exactly what this world was made of now. That pissed him off. It was like there were hardly any real friends anymore. He continued on his path away from the common room, sighing. He needed to just get the hell away from the school for a little while. He needed to find something to do. If it wasn't for the fact that he had class early in the morning he’d just go and stay somewhere, and send a note to his sister telling her he was going to camp out at their house instead of the school. Both he and his sister were rending a room at the three broomsticks due to the situation with their father. He refused to let her go back to that place and he knew that if he were to try, he’d end up killing that gutless bastard. Matthew Hunterston was nothing to him anymore. Dominic had thought he was keeping his sister safe but taking his father’s abuse, and she had thought she was keeping him safe when she took the man’s abuse. But at it turned out it was just a twisted little mind game of their father’s and he was getting what he wanted from the both of them.

Realizing he was finally to the ground floor, he sighed again and just continued on until he was out of the grounds. He ventured out the door, crossing the grounds rather swiftly. Dominic’s mind was buzzing, and he was hardly paying attention to where he was going. Before he knew it, he had managed to wander right into the forest. The forest was a comforting place for him and he rather loved it. It was easy for him to get lost in its blissful silence. It was one of the most wonderful places he could ever find. And even better, he shielded him from the damn heat outside. The canopy above his head was a sweet haven for him. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top, making the shelter from the heat all the more sweeter. Smirking to himself, he continued to move on. Something caught his attention then there was movement in the woods. Dominic followed the sound of small fallen footsteps. When a body finally came into view, then soon came the Slytherin robes. Without even seeing the face of the girl they belonged to, he found himself smirking. ”How bloody fucking magical. I got to get away from all the chaos and I run into a fucking Slytherin. What in the hell did I do to deserve this one?”

[Tiffany Bellefleur.]

Tiffany was getting absolutely, completely, and utterly tired of… well, everything. She had already had a long, rather irritating day full of ridiculous circumstances and unruly fiascos. To begin with, it seemed that the entire school was testing her patience, purposely acting out so that she would have to deduct points left and right. She had caught a group of Ravenclaw boys “cleverly” taking over a second floor girls’ bathroom with a flock of birds, a slew of first years attempting to harass Nearly Headless Nick by casting spells at him, and a pack of her own housemates stupidly picking a fight with a single Gryffindor fifth year. On top of that, her dormitory mates had spent the entire night gossiping about boys, keeping her awake, and she had had to feign interest as not to fall from the social circle. She was already near enough exhausted every day from straining to hear anything that might be of aid to the Resistance. She wouldn’t even begin to think of her potions test that would be tomorrow. She simply couldn’t stand thinking about anything anymore.

She had wandered to the Forbidden Forest simply to escape, lest she stumble upon a Hufflepuff riding a broom around the Great Hall or something equally stupid and uncalled for. She had made her way there in a flurry, not really paying attention to her surroundings or the possible dangers that might surround her. Once she thought she was deep enough inside she stopped, in a huff, and let out a loud, exasperated sigh. The silence was welcome, and she began to feel her head clear at once. She reveled in the sensation. But then, just like that, it was gone, like a deluminator being clicked, and she felt her fury return in an even more menacing coagulation. She spun around on her heel as soon as the male snarky comment had been made, a deep glare set on her features. She was so not in the mood for this. Her robes swayed with her, her prefect’s badge clearly visible on her outer garments.

“The feeling is mutual,” she snapped, venomously, sizing up the boy. She’d never talked to him before, as far as she could remember, which was a clear sign that he was supposed to be below her. ‘Fucking Slytherin’ was echoing around her head and she was driven into a deep anger because of it. He didn’t even know the half of it. She was about ready to scream in frustration. Of all the bad luck… She herself was tired of playing Slytherin princess, and was rather exasperated at the idea of having to continue once again, just when she was feeling like she had found peace. At least it wouldn’t be hard, considering the Gryffindor had just basically added insult to injury with his choice of words on top of her already irritated state of being. She straightened her back, eyes full of menace.

“You do realize, in that rude and stupid brain of yours, that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to students. Or is it hard to realize anything in there what with all your dirty language and snarky attitude?” She crossed her arms, challenging him. Slytherin bitch mode, activate.

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic’s temper seemed to be getting worse as the night edged on. It was like everyone he came across was just determined to piss him off. His sister was testing his patience and the guys she was flirting with seemed to be besting his temper and self control. He already got into an argument with an annoying Hufflepuff who seemed determined to tell him that running away from his troubles was not the best solution for his life, that it set a bad example on his future. The bloke actually told him he was going to ruin his future if he was always running. How in the hell would he know anyway? Would he be saying those same words if he knew the crap Dominic had dealt with. What would he say if he knew Dominic had been raped as a child to keep the same fate from happening to his sister, he allowed his father to do so? He took the abuse to keep him away from his sister…all the while she was doing the same thing to keep the abuse off him. They both had been tricked and lied to. He was not about to stand around and have someone preach to him on how to run his life. Everywhere he went everything was falling apart. There was no safety to his home, nor was there to the ministry. It was full of corrupt death eaters and surrounded by Dementors. Cities were no loner safe to travel to. And the only haven he could find was this school. This was his last year…there would be no safe place to go to after this. Dominic kept good grades so that he just may possibly be able to teach here, and never leave.

He tried to push the thoughts from his head, clear his mind and think positive. The moment he saw the flicker of Slytherin robe, his whole body erupted with anger. Hardly unleashed. There was no where he could run to get away from people. That’s why the comments dripped from his lips like venom. Dominic’s eyes locked onto the female the moment she came into view. Her comment had him smirking. ”Oh really now…mutual feelings, how sweet.” His eyes never left hers. If he had met her any other way then this, he may have thought her pretty. But as soon as he noticed her looks his mind reminded him she was Slytherin and therefore most likely a heartless bitch. Like a certain ex of his…That was perhaps the sole reason why he hated Slytherin’s the most. One of his eyes had cheated, stabbed him in the back and then laughed at him. She was Slytherin as well. Of course house rivalry had a lot to do with it. His own father had been a Slytherin. Apparently the hat saw there was many things different about the two men. They may have each others looks, but their minds were run in two opposite directions.

Dominic smirked at her challenge. Am I supposed to be shaking because of that. Your in the same damn forest as me. Your out after hours as well.” His eyes dropped to her Prefect badge. ”The school you are allowed to wander around in and look for people disobeying rules, but you are STILL restricted here. By being out here you are disobeying the rules just as much as I. So don’t give me your little petty rules speech. After a moment of studying her face, he snickered. ”And tell me, why does a high and mighty little priss like you come out here anyway? Something possessed you to come out here apparently. I know it wasn’t me trying to get you out here. His blue eyes locked on her. A few stands of his long black hair fell down into his face for a brief moment just before he pushed them away. ”It’s dangerous out here…” He muttered, turning ever so slightly, away from her. ”Especially for females. I’ve hear multiple stories of rape happening out here…why risk your life?” He asked. The small protective instinct to keep others safe was pestering him, beating him for answers. Even though this woman was everything he hated and more.

[Tiffany Bellefleur.]

Tiffany closed her eyes tightly for a total of three seconds, without any other further movement. If she didn’t take this strategic moment to recollect herself, she thought she might have lost herself in a hell-hath-no-fury rage and gone at the Gryffindor with teeth bared. She was beginning to think that maybe staying indoors and simply dealing with telling that Hufflepuff to please get off his broom, he was in a building, would have been a better choice than venturing out here anyway. She absolutely did not want to deal with this right now, but she knew it was far too late. It had started, and it was not going to be pretty. She opened her eyes again, that fraction of a degree more under control, before making eloquent exactly what it was that was on her mind.

“Well, perhaps I came out here to get away from pompous twats like you in the first place. If I wasn’t supposed to be here either I would have taken points the moment I saw you and sent you running back to your dorm. But I guess I can’t really do that very well now can I, when I’m in the same place as you,” she cursed inwardly, bringing her left hand to her temples and rubbing before continuing. She knew she shouldn’t have been here either, but it was even more infuriating to have to admit it to this— she didn’t even know who he was— mystery boy. She sized him up once more, deliberating that he was near her age and had somewhat formidable looks. If things came down to tooth and nail she would have probably been obliterated. However, she was fairly confident that things would be a little more civil than that. “Isn’t it funny though, how you’re demanding to know why I am here, and yet you are the one who interrupted me in the first place? You know, you could have just pretended not to have seen me, but of course you just had to come and infuriate me even further.”

Furrowing her brows, she finally calmed down, having just let loose most of the anger she had been feeling. She was no longer seeing red, at least, though she was clearly still quite unhappy. She realized she had just vaguely made it clear why she was out here in the first place without meaning to, but didn’t really care very much. What was the point? As the older student turned a small bit away from her, asking of her safety, she let out a loud sigh.

“I appreciate your concern, but weren’t you just calling me a high and mighty little Slytherin priss?” she asked utterly confused. She didn’t know what to think of him at all. Was he playing games with her or was he being genuine? And why in God’s name would be have been being genuine at all? She was at a loss which simply made her sigh again. “I assure you that I can hold my own, I am not going to be victimized very easily,” she said rather defiantly. Shaking her head to clear it she looked back up at him fiercely, eyes lit with confidence as if she were daring him to test her.

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic stared at the girl before him. In so many ways she was like his ex…yet there was something in her eyes that said she wasn’t completely like all the rest of the Slytherins. Maybe that was what caused him to calm down ever so slightly. His rage dulled slightly, but he was still on edge just being in her presence. He really didn’t like Slytherin’s any more. After what his ex did to him he just couldn’t make himself like them. That and they were contently taunting him. He was a half-blood. His mother was a muggle, his father a wizard in denial. His father wanted nothing to do with his heritage. He hated being a wizard. That’s why he had wanted a heir so badly. To take the heat off him. With a new wizard in his blood line, he was not forced to do all the duties his mother and father sought to make him do. Dominic was to be the well trained Wizard. But his plan went astray when he found out his parents refused to claim him due to the fact he had a muggle mother. Matthew took out his rage on Dominic then, making everything worse. Then he got with his sisters mother…who had been a witch, but when a daughter was born rather then a son…his life went to hell. His father took out his rage and hate on his children rather then taking the blame for anything. And he got some sick and twisted pleasure from everything he forced them through. His father and been a Slytherin, all of his family, and his ex…those reasons alone were enough to hate that House more then anything else in his life.

He couldn’t help but snicker. ”Running back to the dorm and having a hissy is not my style. I may have just have you the finger and found some other place to cool my jets before returning there.” He commented. He ran his hands through his hair for a minute before stopping to lean against a tree. He was really in no mood to sit here and talk to someone like her, but a part of him was oddly fascinated by this odd girl who was supposed to be a “perfect” model student, and was out disobeying the rules just like he was. He was never one for rules. He was so sick of being told what to do. His father had pushed him around for years, he was not about to let others do the same thing. ”You are impossible not to notice…” He muttered. Dominic sighed and closed his eyes for a minute. ”Maybe I just felt like being an ass because everyone else has been downright impossible to deal with today. There is no privacy in this damn school and its starting to get to me…I suppose that is the same thing that you were seeking tonight.

”Sorry….being an ass and taking it out on you. No offence but I really hate Slytherins….I guess seeing you made me want to scream and throw something.” He was being honest. Having her around irked the hell out of him. ”You know…I’ve heard so many girls make that comment and seen countless of them hurt. It is not exactly something I like to witness. After everything this world have went through you really think all of us are truly safe?”

[Tiffany Bellefleur.]

The daring light that had sprung up in her eyes was extinguished just as quickly as it had come. Tiffany felt all her fierce, harsh attitude beginning to melt away as she listened to Dominic’s next words. Tiffany had almost expected him to lash out at her, based on her confident and snarky words, which was why she had stood so straight and challengingly in the first place. She had no idea why he would have really been worried about her, and had, in her confusion, tossed the idea of genuine care completely aside. As a result, she had supposed he was testing her temper, by suggesting the quandary of rape, or perhaps simply trying to scare her. However, as she continued listening to the boy’s words, she couldn’t help but to let up, at least a fraction of a degree, listening carefully to what he had to say.

“Yes, yes,” she admitted, halfheartedly, though she fully conceded. “It’s like everyone in the entire school is out to be a pain in my arse. Do you know what it’s like to have to pry a first year off a banister because he’s aiming his wand at a house ghost while his friends try to learn the confundus charm on the spot just to try it on you? Or how horrible it is to have a flock of birds set on you while trying to stop a so called boys’ dominance of a girls’ bathroom? How do they even learn these spells! I feel as if I could go mental at any second!” She realized she had begun to talk at a mile per second, without realizing. It had all just suddenly gushed out like a fire being set to gasoline, and she cursed herself for losing her self control. Even so, she felt rather relieved, which made her even more angry at herself. She couldn’t lose control so quickly, and she definitely couldn’t be so weak as to find comfort in such a thing. Exasperated with the one eighty turn around this conversation had just pulled, she practically collapsed on a nearby log, finally giving up. She could have thrown her hands in the air to add the dramatics of the change of events, but that would have been over the top, so she chose instead to bring them to either side of her face, breathing in deeply. Not that that wasn’t equally if not more dramatic. Letting out a huff she looked up at him from beneath her lashes, much more subdued.

“I guess I should say again, the feeling is mutual. I might have wanted to break something more than throw something, but it’s all the same anyway. I’m sorry as well.” It was not often she admitted to being sorry. It was not often she admitted to any of her true feelings at all, actually. This turn of events was very peculiar, and she wondered why this boy had managed to activate such actions in her. It was somewhat irritating, really, but it was somewhat intriguing as well. She just couldn’t figure him out. Her expression somewhat softened as she considered his last question. She knew she should not answer truthfully, that she should defend the case of the dark order as was in her bloodline vehemently… but she was already visibly mentally exhausted. Placing her arms across her legs, she regarded him very seriously.

“No, no one is safe,” she said, voice quiet. “How can we be, when there is so much darkness in the world?” She cast her eyes at the ground, appearing to be inspecting it as she considered something, before looking up at him. “Don’t you also feel helpless, or are you too big and strong to be afraid of the dark?” She halfway smiled, attempting some kind of friendly humor to ease the tension of their previously finished snide comment match. Nevertheless, she was still somewhat wary, as she was still failing at puzzling out exactly what this boy was thinking.

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic couldn’t figure out what it was about this girl that drove him insane. There was a fire in her eyes, a fire that he was not used to. It was like she was trying to hide some deep dark secret from the world. There was a passion there, curiosity and a thirst for knowledge that he has yet to see in more then half of his own House mates. Dominic wanted to know more about her, which was highly odd considering he found almost all Slytherins to be pain in the asses. Then again…he was a pain too when he really wanted to be…such as nights like tonight. He was in one of those moods that if she pushed him to the edge of reason he would challenge her to a duel and tell her to go fuck herself. That was jus the kind of mood he was in. Then again there was this annoying side of him that wanted to make sure all females were safe…so attacking her and hurting her would go against the better part of his nature. That was why he hadn’t hurt his ex after she so viciously cheated on him and told him he was not man enough to handle her. The wench. He wanted to punch something just thinking about it. There was no satisfying that woman. She was happy with no one and nothing could make her smile.

He listened carefully as she told him what she dealt with on an every day basis. Stories of kids tormenting girls with birds, and students torturing the ghosts. None of which really came as a surprise to him. The students seem to have a thing against all authority. Not that he had room to complain since he himself was not exactly obeying the rules at that moment. Then again, he was not out trying to annoy the ghosts or shinning lights in the portraits eyes as they are trying to sleep. That was not his thing. His only concern was not being locked away in that school night after night, listening to his dorm mates snoring and bickering about what the latest bitch did to them. After listening to her words, he smirked and nodded. ”I agree. Last night I listened for hours about how my roommates were betrayed by their latest girl friends, then turned around and listened to all the latest pranks going on. It’s like this entire school has gone mental. No one is fighting for the safety of this place. I don’t think anyone realizes how safe this place is compared to the rest of the world right now. And its depressing watching students waste their life away bickering over stupid things then learning how to fight off everything going wrong in this world.” He grew silent after a moment, wonderting if he said to much. He was gaining knowledge on spells to use against Death Eaters if he were ever attacked but as far as he knew this Slytherin could very possibly be one too. Though that really seemed impossible to him…something didn’t strike well with that thought…just didn’t fit her personality.

He watched as she collapsed onto a log. She had to be just as worn out as he. Poor lass look exhausted. He nodded at her next set of words. Not really saying much. It was a tad bit off that a Slytherin was apologizing to him. He was not used to such a thing. But all walks of life were different. At least that’s what some inner part of him wanted to believe. Dominic lookec over at the girl oddly. Her voice grew quiet as she spoke. The darkness was almost overwhelming anymore…he wanted to be free of it all, but there was no escaping it. Muggle wars…magic wars…everyone was fighting. Humanity seemed to want to call it quits. ”Strong…not the word for it. I’m a fighter…headstrong…and hate being pushed around. I try to see the best in people, and I fight for what I believe in. That’s the best I can do.

[Tiffany Bellefleur.]

It struck her very suddenly, then, as she listened to his words. She had finally realized, perhaps, why exactly it was that she had been so ready to divulge her emotions, something so peculiarly uncommon that it was beginning to make sense. He was different than the other students, so obliviously going about their childlike existences each day, not caring for anything but having fun and a lunch that couldn’t come too soon. They didn’t see past the walls of Hogwarts, into their futures, which would more than likely be filled with troubles. But this boy, who had stumbled upon her, was beginning to prove to her that he was not like them at all. His words revealed to her that he knew all too well her own suppositions on the school, but, moreso, that he had a fighting spirit. She could feel it in his words, and somehow, just in the way he took up space. And even worse, for some strange reason, she felt that she could trust him. In fact, she wanted to trust him. It was a gut feeling, a rather large one at that, and she suddenly felt herself facing a dilemma.

“It’s surprising, how much we seem to have in common,” she said, looking up at him. She was still rather tired, and she was now inwardly debating which course of action she would take. It sounded, convincingly to her at least, that he would draw alliances with the Resistance, were he offered the choice of membership. His word echoed her own conclusions about the world, and fighting against it. She felt that she should somehow bring the group to his knowledge, but was unbelievably scared of doing so. She could not prove for sure that he would accept, or that he was even trustworthy in the least. Perhaps she had been suspected, and this boy was sent here to test her allegiances to the dark lord. Somehow, however, that gut feeling came back to her, and she believed he was completely genuine. However, she was deeply paranoid, as she spent every waking hour guarding her secret. She found it somewhat comical that she was on the verge of betraying her true allegiances to a boy who she had hardly just met. She sighed, for what must have seemed to be the twentieth time tonight, before coming to an agreement. She did have to make a decision, but the least she could do was be careful about it.

“It sometimes seems that it would be better if this world was fought against. That we need to be preparing for how better to fight in a duel than how to transfigure a teapot into a mouse. Is this the kind of thing you believe in?” She asked him coolly, as if she were asking him the time of day. Her eyes betrayed her, however, as she was deeply, deeply paranoid about this whole undertaking. She had made sure not to completely expose herself by blatantly saying it was her opinion, but it was kind of obvious anyway, much to her discomfort. There was no turning back now, but really, this seemed like a giant leap of faith. Or perhaps that was a terribly large understatement to what she felt like at the moment. She bit her lower lip briefly before arranging her face back to its more proper, composed manner. “If you were given the chance to resist…” she gave a considerable pause, looking down and then up quickly in her uneasiness, “would you?”

Well, at least she was carefully diving in head first. Kind of.

[Dominic Hunterston.]

Dominic had the sudden feeling that this girl was battling with some inner demon. There was such a light to her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. It was like she was deeply afraid of something. But there was nothing out there to be afraid of…accept maybe him. But even she had no idea what he was capable of and what he was not. This had to be the first Slytherin creature he actually did not mind being around though. She was a littler different and it was almost like she didn’t have the same views as her own house. Her house mates were completely into playing pranks and teasing others. Being bullies and making fun of all walks of life. Acting like they are completely superior to everyone else. She actually got annoyed by all the stupidity going on around the school like he did. It was rather nice meeting someone who didn’t act like a immature child all the time. And she didn’t look at him like he was filth. Then again this girl had no idea the type of life he came from. She had no idea he was half blooded or that his father was a total freak show. There was just two people and casual conversation. It was a amazing how a conversation could do a complete 360 from where it originally started.

He looked over at the girl and quietly nodded. ”It’s amazing the people you actually do have things in common with. They are always the one you least expect.” He admitted honestly. Thinking back to Riley. When he first met her, all he knew was that she was his sister’s friend. But there seemed to be light pouring from her. She smiled and made him feel alive…he thought she was perfect until that night she told him she used him to get back at her boyfriend. She was the type he thought he would have everything in common with. She was a Gryffindor, smart…and supposed to be loyal. And then just like that she proved she was the worst type of person. Now here he was, standing before someone who he swore he’d always hate….A Slytherin student. She came from the house he hated with every fiber of his being…yet she was nothing like them. It was her eyes. She had the snappy remarks, the annoyed looks, the robes, and the blood line to boot. But it was her eyes that betrayed her true nature. He made it his best interest to learn to read people from their eyes. He was rather good at it. After years of being betrayed by his father’s friends he knew who to trust and who to stay away from now. Riley and his ex were the two who fooled him. He refused to let that happen again. This time if people refused to look him in the eyes, he’d walk away from them. No more hidden secrets. No more lies.

He understood what she meant completely. The world needed to be Fought against. As much evil as the world held, it could afford to have wicked people destroyed. Evil was always going to exist, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t fight against it. ”The things we are being trained on are pointless…we need to learn to fight. Grow stronger. Train students how to defend themselves rather then fall powerless against the darkness in this world.” He commented, looking the girl in the eyes. ”Hell yes I would…I would fight for everything I believe in. My only concern is a member of my family finding out…if he ever found out I wanted to join…” He stopped himself. He almost said the resistance out loud…and she would of heard. Chances are she was a Death Eater. A part of him wanted to believe she wasn’t. Screw it. He was tired of hiding. He met her eyes and in came out. …resistance. I’ve always wanted to join them. But my father was a Slytherin. He’s dark as hell and both his children ended up Gryffindor’s. He hates us…and he’s out to kill me. But I’m so sick of running and fearing he will catch my sister again…” He stared off in the distance, knowing he said too much.

[Tiffany Bellefleur.]

And then, just like that, it all made perfect sense. Everything was falling into place, and she suddenly knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She was actually incredibly relieved at the direction that things had begun to turn in, and actually somewhat excited. As the boy told her of his concerns and ideals, they matched her own solidly, something for which she was glad. Having had to hide herself every day, for such a strenuous period of time, she often found herself wishing longing to find some kind of comrade. She knew others like her had to have existed at Hogwarts, but she was beginning to find it more and more hard to believe in light of recent events that made her feel altogether hopeless about the situation. Whatever the case, this boy was turning out to be just what she was hoping to stumble upon, in terms of the resistance. And, when he had said the organization’s name aloud, regardless of the pain he could suffer were anyone else to know, she felt herself become both very serious and very excited, her eyes lighting up.

Her job, or mission so to speak, given to her by Michael, had been to find those that were interested in the resistance. It was a task easier said than done, as her fellow classmates were largely not prone to displaying any signs of deferring from the current path of the world order. And, those who did hid it, no doubt, just as she did, though she supposed most of them would not have been and Slytherin like herself. She had been carefully looking out for tell tale signs that gave anyone away, but failed to actually come up with anything. Until now. She figured that it was going to take a lot more effort to consolidate her feelings, that he might be a candidate, but she was proven wrong as soon as he had explicitly brought it into the conversation. Standing up rather quickly, she closed the distance between them, coming to a stop probably more than too close for comfort. She took a hold of one of his arms firmly, wanting him to know the seriousness of what she was about to say.

“Maybe you do have a chance… to fight for everything you believe in,” her voice was very soft, and barely audible. She wanted nothing, not even the leaves on the trees, to be able to hear what she was about to say, still paranoid as ever about being caught. Eyes meeting his, she continued, “I am set out to be a death eater myself,” she said, somewhat ashamed and wondering if he would trust her knowing this, “but I too wanted to fight against my pedigree. I found the resistance… and I joined it. I know it might be hard to believe, I’m not exactly prime material for fighting back, when you look at what I am, but it’s the truth, I promise you.” She gave in a beseeching look, still very serious, but her voice was practically quavering with excitement. This boy could very well be a brand new comrade, someone she could hopefully rely on. Or, he might go running back to the school, screaming of her traitorous ways just to get back at Slytherin. She didn’t think so. “I am with the resistance,” she reasserted, voice still soft, hoping to drive her point home, “and I can get you in. The only question is, will you?” She vaguely realized she sounded like she was reading the script off of some cheesy muggle movie drama. Oh well.