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Every Paranoid Slytherin

Every house you diss
Every bludger you miss
Every word you hiss
Every doom you meet
They're watching you

Every wand-tip you lit
Every gambling trick
Every prefect you kiss
Every power fit
They're watching you

Oh don't you know
Snakes slither alone
They will look for you
For every chaos that issues

Every lie you speak
Every nervous tick
Every mental kick
Every evil mist
They're watching you

They are watching you
They'll be watching you
Slytherin watches you

I'll be watching you.


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Alone

Have you ever felt alone in the world,
like you just don't belong.
Like everywhere you turn,
you do something wrong.
You zig instead of zag,
you're yin instead of yang,
you step instead of leap.
It's always one step forward,
and two steps back.
You wonder why they hate you,
or stab you in the back,
or turn away so easily.
They look away when you're in pain,
and laugh when you fall.
They tease you because you're different,
because they are all the same.
They hate the way you think,
and laugh at your ideas.
Know you're not alone.
They're the same as you,
unique in many ways,
but hide it from society.
Never speaking their mind,
hiding their emotions.
Have you ever felt alone in the world?
Know you're never alone.

Nikki walked in the Great Hall and walked twords the Slytherin table noticing she was the first for breakfast. She took a seat and pulled out a book and began to read waiting for the others.

Lucas was finally able to find his way to the Great Hall without getting lost. The crude map that he was working on was doing him some good. He walked in and quickly went over to the Slytherin table. He was so hungry. He pulled himself up into a chair and stood up on it to reach all the food he wanted to pile on his plate. Fried potatoes and scrambled eggs and toast and bacon were soon jumbled together on his plate.

He sat back down in his chair when he was done and started eating. He hoped Theodore would find him so they could talk.

Nikki started eating, when all of a sudden her owl Keeley, flew in and landed in front of her and stuck out her leg. Nikki pulled the letter off her leg, gave Keeley and treat and began to read the letter. Nikki smiled had giggled to herself. The letter was from her wizard father. She put the letter in her pocket and made a mental note to replie later. Nikki finished her breakfast and got up and left the great hall.

Xehanna walked into the great hall and noticed only a few students in the room. she walked over to her table and sat down but before she could even reach for some chicken, two owls ,one she had used earlier and another she had never seen before, flew down and held their legs out. she untied all 3 letters and the owls flew off. she opened the letter from her bro and mama and the last from an anonymous sender. she didnt know how he knew her and how he could see her. she looked around the great hall adn noticed everyone else eating. she acted like nothing was wrong but she could feel her eyes turning blue. she was scared on the inside

Helena walked into the Great Hall and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She passed the other tables and looked at the random, early-morning students like herself as she passed. Finally reaching the Slytherin table, Helena spotted Lucas sitting halfway down the table and walked toward him.

Helena sat down beside him. Morning. She smiled slightly and yawned as she poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. She sipped it, and then she grabbed a banana and a piece of toast and set them on her sparkling golden plate.

Amanda walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin House Table and started to help herself to some food. She was quite worried since she hadn't seen Alex since the summer and really wanted know if she was alright where ever she was.

He finished swallowing his food and smiled at the girl that had spoken to him. "Good morning," He said to her brightly. He went back to his food, he was really hungry. He wasn't starved t home by any stretch of the imagination, but he didn't have his mother or sisters to tell him to stop being a pig. "Bye" he called and waved to the girl as she sprinted from the great hall.

Striding casually to the table, Nicholai dropped himself into a seat and reached for and poured himself a drink in one fluid motion. He took a sip of water and drummed his fingers on the table top as he looked around.

Freya entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the Slytherin table. She helped herself to some of the food that was in front of her and ate quietly. It was still pretty empty, and it was actually quite pleasant for a change. Freya noticed her mother's large owl, Tundra fly towards her as he entered the room. 'Gosh, you make the rounds quick don't you?' She thought to herself as the owl stretched out his leg. Freya removed the parchment and read the note to herself, then re-read it a second time. 'No,' Freya told herself, 'I can't go back. Not until break or end of term.' She gave Tundra a few scraps and a response letter, and sent him on his way, back into the horrific weather at home.

Tasha walked in and sat down at the Slytherin table. An owl flew over her had but she ignored it. Grabbing something in front of her, she started to eat quickly. She was running behind with her Arithmancy homework.

She didn't know why she wanted to do it, but really, Alyss wanted nothing more than to smash her DADA book across the back of his smug head. For a second, she wondered if it would pop. Being so BIG. But instead of causing bodily harm, she dumped herself next to him and said as emotionlessly as possible, "Haven't seen you in a while."

Nicholai turned his head somewhat startled as Alyss took the seat next to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly; with her he had learned that the tiniest thing could set her off, which is why he thought of her as the volatile one.

The true question was; did he want to set her off? She could be quite entertaining...and it was refreshingly different to the way most girls reacted to him. Still, with his ring and learning occulmency he could quite easily restrain himself from stoking up that fire and respond in kind.

"Had you been looking, you would have." Nicholai shrugged cautiously and turned his head to examine her for a minute. "Aren't you glad to see me now, Alyss?" Nico doubted it actually, even though he was surprisingly glad to see her. She was so entertaining. And after Sebastian had at one point asked him to keep an eye on her, well he felt this odd sense of obligation to actually do so.

Argh! That antagonisticly irritating patronizing voice! And there was a lot of very interesting interesting words to follow it. Well, what had she expected, that he was just going to ignore her?

Perhaps.

"Oh, terribly pleased." She drolled back in a heavily sarcastic tone. "And how have you been?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but it was a way of making conversation now she was down next to him. She swung her legs freely under the table. Yet another pro of being short. There were many cons, but she liked to overlook these on good days...

Hem... Good days.

A ghost of a smile traced his lips as she dripped enough sarcasm to make a puddle on the floor. It felt like they were about to duel although with words rather than wands. Still he'd play nice; keep it all veiled. Anyone listening would think it was just a pair of students catching up on old times. Those 'times'...all two of them; had been enough for a lasting impression certainly.

Stretching his legs out and crossing his booted feet at the ankle Nicholai picked his goblet up and took a sip, taking a moment to regard Alyss.

"How have I been? Better and better all the time." he offered in a lazy drawl, "Yourself?" of course he had to return the question, it was only polite.

He slowy looked up and down the table; it was practically empty. Mostly younger students scattered here and there and certainly nobody else near where he had chosen to sit. Ultimately that had been the reason he had chosen to sit here. Her reason? Him obviously.

Although admittedly not for the reasons he was accustomed to.

Oh yes, he would have been getting better, just because she was getting worse. Examining the scars on her knuckles she'd recieved that morning from when she'd punched poor Caleum Meyers' wall, she replied in a similar disinterested tone, "Oh, fantastic. As ever." Now they both knew that to be a lie. How many times had Nico witnessed her loose it?

Too many times.

Reaching out, she closed her long, slender fingers over a glass, filled it with the nearest liquid, and drank deeply. Now, how was she going to say, in the politest way possible, that she wanted to smash a heavy, hardback book over the back of his head? It wasn't really possible.

Sighing, she satisfied herself by poking him rather hard and asking, "Are you trying out for Quidditch this year?"

Nicholai's attention was drawn to her hands when she poured herself a drink. He immediately noticed several things. One- she'd injured herself somehow; two- her fingers looked deceptively delicate.

He winced as she jabbed him; definitely deceptively. Everything about Alyss was deceptive. She was short; but when she was staring him down he felt much like she was actually eye to eye with him. Her outward emotions; never seemed to reflect whatever was brewing on the inside. Ever. Not one time that he'd seen her. Right now for instance; she was acting calm, but on closer inspection she was wound tightly like a spring. Nicholai could see it in the set of her jaw, the whitening of her knuckles around the glass she held.

"No." Nicholai responded calmly, his mind whirring as he tried to figure out her angle. His best guess was that she simply needed stress relief and quite liked the idea of damaging him in some way.

As long as it wasn't his face and she didn't punch as hard as Kayla.

But for now. Words.

"Are you?"

She snapped.

In one second the glass was there. The next it wasn't. WHAT A DUMB QUESTION! She wouldn't of asked him if she hadn't of shown some interest into the sport. Glaring at the broken shards, she muttered something along the lines of "all Jared's fault", the took out her wand and cleared it up.

Looking back across to him, she began to pick bits out of her hands, whilst saying in the most composed voice she had on her at that moment, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Beater." The final word was said proudly. She'd always been told that she'd do good as one, even from before she was smashing things.

Why had she come to him? Worse time ever to talk to someone she didn't really like, but all her female friends adored... As she was putting her wand back, she considered doing something... 'Accedental' to him. Just to make her feel totally better... Naww, wasn't worth it.

Nicholai didn't react at all when the glass shattered, he heard her mutter a name; but couldn't quite make it out and he watched as she cleaned up the mess.

He watched as she attempted to get the little pieces out of her hands and he sighed. She'd probably kill him but....

"May I?" without waiting for an answer he gently took her hand and pointed his wand to the pieces of glass, concentration evident on his face as he muttered a spell. The glass turned into sand and most of it fell to the table; the rest easily removed with a bit of water.

"Makes sense." Nicholai agreed; beater was the position he had imagined her in. Possibly because he used to play chaser and could easily imagine her using him as target practice for bludgers.

He did the same with her other hand before he withdrew an immaculate white silk handkerchief from his pocket. He poured water from the pitcher on to the cloth and gently wiped the remainder of blood and sand from her skin before scourgifying the table and the cloth and his own hands as well.

"I'll be sure to cheer for you."
Not that he cheered for anything ever. But he'd watch her play and hope when facing Ravenclaw that she'd not do too much damage to Elizabeth.

He placed his wand on the table and absently folded the handkerchief and placing it on the table between them. It kind of looked like a flag of surrender, as white as it was now. He regarded Alyss with an expression of resignation on his face. She was probably going to hit him soon.