Walking into the familiar common room, the finally healed fourth year, Gregoire looked around at the Snake Pit.

This was where he'd spend most of his years. In this room he'd make so many memories and recount on the old ones. It was in this room, last year, around this day too, that the Fairy Tale Book of Fairy Tales had made it's way into the Snake's den. In the Study Area was the location of where the dirty blonde read that infernal book. That book nearly destroyed all of Hogwarts, but...thankfully, they were able to destroy the book, and everything went back to normal. Thankfully there would be no more fairy tale characters...right? Please tell me that was the last of it...

Gregoire had a feeling that was semi-normal at Hogwarts.

Bianca now realized why the final examination for the seventh year students was called NEWTs. It stands for Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test and it seriously made her exhausted. The brunette girl just got back from the library where she preferred to study for her NEWTs. So many things to be studied and her brain was cramping now. Not to mention that she had so many homework and started writing essay for her university application. Oh my..

Entering the common room, the brunette girl just sat at the comfy couch there with a flask of hot chocolate that she'd made at the kitchen before going down to the dungeons. This place wasn't that crowded as usual, weird. She grabbed a latest copy of Witch weekly magazine from her bag. Though NEWTs are coming, it didn't mean that she had to miss the juicy gossips around the wizarding world, right?

That had been a very long day. Morgana...

Agatha entered the Slytherin Common Room ready to do nothing for the rest of the night. She wasn't going to bed yet because she wasn't that type of tired; she just wanted to rest her body for a bit, even though herm ind was still in full speed.

Maybe start planning her lessons and such. Yes, that sounded much better than doing homework. That was what she was going to do.

There was a girl sitting on her favourite sofa. Hm. Agatha stood there and stared at the girl before sighing and going to take a seat nearer the fireplace.

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That had been a very long day. Morgana...

Agatha entered the Slytherin Common Room ready to do nothing for the rest of the night. She wasn't going to bed yet because she wasn't that type of tired; she just wanted to rest her body for a bit, even though herm ind was still in full speed.

Maybe start planning her lessons and such. Yes, that sounded much better than doing homework. That was what she was going to do.

There was a girl sitting on her favourite sofa. Hm. Agatha stood there and stared at the girl before sighing and going to take a seat nearer the fireplace.

Flipping the witch weekly, Bianca was trying to find if there's an interesting article in this magazine. Merlin, since when witch weekly became a boring crap like this? There's nothing interesting there besides the gossips about the minister candidates. Well, that's better. She sipped her hot chocolate and realized that there was a younger Slytherin stood and stared at her. She didn't look friendly, wait.. the population of friendly Slytherins were as rare as seer population. The brunette girl couldn't help but just ignore that girl.

Weird girl She thought.

Why in the world that girl was staring at her? Was she jealous of her beauty or something?

Tippin wants to break, yes he does. Tippin hards works breaks, breaks relax. Tippin goes to dark places and napps on the couches..

ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ

Oh, Agatha saw the look the girl gave her, alright. Oh yeah, it was an imperceptible look, but Agatha SAW it, okay. She did. And it wasn't just in her head either.

Whatever.

The room was dark enough for her to ignore the other girl completely, so she'd do just that. Agatha chose a place nearer the fireplace for many reasons that weren't really important mentioning right now, but as soon as she sat down... the sofa wasn't as comfortable as she recalled. And it was BREATHING too.

"WHAT?" She yelped, jumping up at once and looking at what what she had just used as a cushion instead of the comfy couch. "What are you DOING here, you lazy elf???" Those creatures weren't supposed to leave the kitchens, WERE they???? She turned to the girl she was ignoring. "Did YOU bring this here??"

Bianca then threw away the witch weekly. Maybe she should stopped subscribing this magazine since there's nothing interesting in it. Muggle magazines were much better than this. Sipping back her hot chocolate, the older Slytherin then realized that the younger girl yelping. What now? She couldn't help but rolled her brown eyes.

There was an elf, sleeping on the couch.

SERIOUSLY?

Did she bring that creature? Huh? Why in the world she had to accuse her like that? Elves could come in from nowhere. "I did not." The brunette girl answered shortly. Speaking of, why did the elf take a nap here? Bianca then walked closer and noticed that yeah, there was a napping elf on that couch."Hey." She poked that creature with her wand. "Wake up, you're not supposed to be here."

You know that look that people sometimes get when they walk passed the fresh cheese at organic markets? Like you know they think it stank but they're also enjoying it a bit? Cutty had a look something like that. The boy had come a long way from his first year and had in this interim learned a thing or two about grooming. The hair was did!

His wand was out, of course. It was never not these days it seemed. And the sword like instrument cleared his path casually as he entered the common room. He fired his wand with an incantation, rather impatiently and turned up the green flames in the fire place. "Merlin's right...!" He stopped seeing the company at hand (Agatha and Bianca) to edit himself, the sneer previously there now replaced with dragon-manure-eating grin. "Cold in here a bit, don't yer think, ladies?" He asked approaching the couch from the back and in the now amped luminescence.

"Awww...T'sk...Awwwwwwww. Agatha, is he yers?" He said in what could've been mock adoration, the way someone who doesn't really like babies coos over a baby that he's been obligated to coo over.

The eleven year old dragged his heels from the dorm, hands drawn up into the sleeves of the top that was far too big for him, and flopped into a chair near one of the Common Room windows. Outside he could see no creatures, just plants and seaweed and a murky green sheen, and so he turned away and slumped backwards in the chair.

Dalton had homework he should have been doing, but staring at the bag by his feet was as close as he was getting to starting it.

Tippin was sleeping yes, Tippin was sat on. no no no. "OUCH" Tippin felt sads. Tippin seess little mistress askings hims question. "Hogwarts is Tippins home whats you here doing?" Brave, yes yes yes. Another little mistress, saying Tippin doesnt belong SAD SAD SAD. Spots little master runs overs to him hugs his leg yes he does, little master will keep Tippin safe. "help Tippin?" big eyes towards little master yes.

Agatha was still frowning at the other girl (Bianca) when she said she hadn't brought the elf there. So it had come by itself!! Unnacceptable!!!! "You're not meant to be here, elf! Go back to the kitchen NOW!" Agatha barked an order just in time to turn around and see Cutty.

Who asked the stupidest question ever. "No, it's not mine." The ballerina rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the elf again. What was it even saying?? Couldn't it speak proper English? WHY not? "It is your home, but this place is not your bedroom!" Agatha gestured around them, making sure the silly creature understood she was talking about THEIR Common Room. "You're not meant to be here unless you're doing something for us. Cleaning or something, but NOT sleeping!" Was she CLEAR enough???

The little elf was up and though, Cutty normally preferred West's seat, he'd take the one pre-warmed by the elf's tiny body for at the moment, he was quite cold. "Thanks, Tippin!", ever advantageous, he seized the moment in Agatha's yelling to assume his place on the pre-warmed seat and pulled out a copy of what looked like notes. But not his own. He'd properly blackmailed someone into giving up his or her OWL notes so that he could pass this year.

Probably. Yes. Maybe. Probably.



Probably.

Bianca still pointed her wand to the elf until it stood up and answered their question.

Hogwarts is Tippins home whats you here doing?

What a little bold creature. Yeah, Hogwarts was its home but... Weren't they supposed to stay at students common room? "But you cannot stay here. This is the house of Salazar Slytherin." She said with a pride. Yeah, they were sorted to this house and nobody could enter this place besides the Slytherin students and staffs. So.. no. House elf didn't belong here.

"Just.. go. Now. I gave you three choices. One, you leave here immediately. Two, I'm gonna call healer Murdoch or.. Three..." Her wand now was pointed to the elf's head. Normally she wouldn't do this but.. this was her last choice if the elf still didn't want to leave.

"I am gonna hex you." The brunette girl said it as she meant it.

It was time to just take a small break. Sometimes a break was well deserved and today, right now was one of those times. With a small yawn that was covered by her hand Hady made her way into the snake pit. Dragging one of the beanbag chairs across the room she set it down near the large windows. Plopping herself down onto it she laid her head back and shut her eyes.

Maybe some quiet time alone or a nap would help the young girl clear her mind. Not that she figured it would do any good but sometimes just a little bit of relaxation did someone good. Even with the voices around her she kept silent not wanting to disturb anyone.

From behind the OWL notes, Cutty froze for a moment as he heard the threats Rush was dealing out. One in particular caught his interest. 'I am gonna hex you.'. Apart from their stringent obedience, there was a reason why people rarely employed spellwork toward their house-elves. They were magical creatures and as such, not all spells applied on them would be as effective as they were on other witches or wizards. Would he bother telling Bianca this?

Maybe. She had caught a photograph of the catfight of the year and he wouldn't mind seeing it, He also had a feeling that this was something of her modus operandi and between what he knew and what she caught on film there could've been a lot of money to be made. Nonetheless he kept his mouth shut. For all he knew she had a house elf herself and knew of at least one sort of hex that was effective, so he let her do her thing.



When he finally did move the notes from his face, Cutty noticed the small snake pushing a beanbag larger than herself over toward the waterfront glass of the common room. Perhaps, she was stressed out. He heard that people watched fish to relax sometimes. Agatha was going to be shouting soon, though. Hopefully that didn't interfere with the little snakettes sleeping.

Cutty didn't remember being that small as he went back to overlooking his notes.

Homework and notes still weren't coming out of his bag. Nope. Dalton continued to stare at it mindlessly, almost completely oblivious to the commotion around him.

Almost.

And he would have remained so if it hadn't been for the... thing that was now attached to his leg. The eleven year olds eyes bulged as he stared down at the creature. "What the actual..." Managing to snap his jaw shut before a torrent of words that no eleven year old should know came out, he shook his leg a little and turned his wide eyes to the older students. Not that he needed their help at all.

"Gerroff." Weird thing.

Just as Gregoire was about to fall asleep gently near the fireplace, he heard a commotion from behind him near the couches. Turning his head he noticed several people there, one being Agatha, and a house elf who was being yelled at...Seriously!? Did the other Snakes not know respect or something! Yeah the thing might have tried to fall asleep instead of doing it's job, but that no excuse to threaten hexing the poor being! The House Elves worked hard all year to take care of the students here, so they should be shown at least a bit of respect!

Swiftly getting up, Gregoire walked over to the group wand pulled out. Defensively, he stood in front of the house elf who, the first year, Dalton, had just shooed away. "Your going to have to hex me first then." Gregoire said, his French accent thick and strong, yet still assertive and protective. Wand pointed at the girl (Bianca), an icy cold blue glare at her as well. A grim smirk fell across his face. "If you do, I'm not afraid to hex you either. House Elves are beings too. They deserve to be treated with at least a bit of decent respect."

With his other hand, the Slytherin fourth year signaled for the house elf, Tippin? Yeah, it said it's name, and it was Tippin. To come to his side.

Toddles moves little feetsies towards snakes room. Toddles curious wheres Tippins is. Yes Toddles was. Toddles was seeing studenties. Toddles scared yes Toddles was. Toddles knows no ones. Toddles sees Tippins with studenties and Toddles taps Tippins on shoulders. "Tippins you hurts?"

Studenties behaving badly towards elf. Toddles angries. Yes Toddles was.

Cutty was enjoying his elf-warmed spot near the fire and looking over his ill-begotten notes when Gregoire did it.

An attempt at a wand whipping Bianca Rush.

He wasn't from Beauxbaton, was he? No petit prince from the French school would've displayed such defensive behaviour AT a witch no matter the severity of the offense she'd done. They were taught chivalry and on top of that, Cutty had met enough students from the school to understand that they were just too high post to dirty their hands that way. No. Bastion wasn't a Beauxbaton. But then, where was he from? And why had he let people think that he was. He found this interesting.

But what if Healer Murdoch had shown her face at that exact moment? To see Gregoire with his wand all in Bianca's face?

Hey! What if Professor Bellaire was?


Cutty drew down his notes again this time to fix his stare somewhere on Agatha Hapgood. Perhaps, in a subtle manner given all that was going on in the room. He had to muster a happy thought somehow.



Cutty raised his wand in the practiced fashion that Professor Culloden had taught him and uttered the spell, "Expecto Patronum!" The thinnest whisp of non-corporeal cloudiness dodged the situation in the common room completely as it exited. Or did it?


Then they were joined by another elf. The one and same that had had the encounter with Professor Bellaire the day of the opening feast. "Toodles." Cutty began with a warm smile, the happiness mustered for having casted a call for the protector still lingered like a veil over his countenance. "Why don'tchyer take Tippin somewhere safe and owtoff the dungeons? Professor Bellaire might be on her way." Cause he called the ladies there with the spell.

Hope everyone had a gooooood story formulating.

The whole elf situation had hardly reached Brooklyn’s notice, the tiny redhead curled up in one of the chairs nearest the fire, her face half hidden by the familiar book with a crown on the cover that was usually up in her dorm room. She’d been bored, so out had the book come to entertain her with the adventures in Westeros and beyond. She hadn’t seen any reason to worry about the elf that had been sleeping on one of the other chairs when she’d gotten to the common room. It hadn’t been in the chair she’d wanted, so she hadn’t bothered it. Apparently, others had felt differently, yet she’d continued reading even as Agatha and the others had started yelling at the elf.

Who cared who brought the elf in there anyway? She didn’t blame it for choosing the best House at Hogwarts to hide out in, as long as it kept her room clean and was willing to do whatever else she needed. At least, whatever she couldn’t convince other students to do. Agatha had had a point there. Maybe the elf shouldn’t have been sleeping, but whatever. She’d been slightly curious if the other girl really would hex the creature, though. Just not enough to bother lowering the book, until the faintest wisp of light had flickered and disappeared toward the common room door and she’d finally let her blue eyes peer over the top of the book.

Oh, now there were two elves in the common room.

Sitting there on her beanbag seat Hady did her best to focus on the fish and whatever else she could see out the large window. However all the noise in the room was slightly distracting. It wasn't that though that got the youngun to turn in her seat and look around.

It was the voice of the little elfsies. Her friends. What was going on? Why were they here, was Tippins hurt? Frowning she focused her gaze on everyone in the room in turn. It seemed that Cutty possibly had things under control for the moment. At least that's what she hoped because messing with the elfsies wasn't a good move on anyone's part.

Staying on her knees she watched everything in silence fiddling with the locket around her neck.

Did she really want to hex the house elf? Maybe, if she really didn't have any other choice. Bianca was not a very reckless person though, she did offer that house elf three choices: leaving with peace, calling Murdoch or hexing it. And of course hexing was the last choice and she hoped that this elf.. Tippin was its name, wasn't it? didn't make her hex it. She still had a heart as a witch.

Then she noticed that there a younger French boy (Gregoire) pointed his wand to her. Wow, finally there's a superhero huh? Was she afraid of that boy? No. She was older and had more experience with duelling. Oh, come on. Don't exaggerate this little problem. Urgh.

And there was another elf.

"Could you please bring your friend outside, now? Seriously, I don't wanna make any trouble here." Bianca spoke to the other elf with an extra emphasize on please word. Hopefully this elf did understand English. "I'm not gonna do a harm to you, or your friend if you leave immediately."

Agatha only had time to react as Bianca whipped out her wand and menaced to hex the elf. Morgana, was the girl crazy? Even Agatha knew elf magic was powerful. Agatha would've never pointed her wand at an elf. She would've shoved the creature away, sure, but never point her wand at it. She wasn't crazy.

But then there was that French kid happening again. Agatha even ignored the fact Cutty had taken her spot because this particular fourth year was really irritating her. He always seemed to do that, didn't he? Wanting to be the little hero. 'Your going to have to hex me first then.' "Oh, please." Agatha rolled her eyes. "You're not a stupid Gryffindor, Gregoire, stop acting like one." The ballerina would've shover him away if he hadn't drawn out his own wand too. Oh, great. Now there was going to be a stupid duel in the middle of their Common Room! "Stop being ridiculous! It's just an el- two elves." She said when the second creature appeared out of nowhere.

"Why are you two here???" Agatha asked angrily once again. They still hadn't answered her. ANSWER HER!!!!!!

Then Cutty was casting some silver thing and then... said professor Bellaire should be on her way there. The fifth year looked at him and considered what he was saying. Now that would be brilliant. Agatha just thought Cutty should've kept his mouth shut about their professor's imminent arrival. She was sure those two idiots would put their wands away before the woman got there.

Eh, so much for a good show.

Tristans stomach flipped with nerves as he made his way from his Dorm. It was his first day after transferring to Hogwarts and he really wasn't looking forward to being classed as the new kids again, a trait he was all to used too with his fathers job involving a lot of moving around. This time would be different though, he had decided that within moments of waking this morning so holding his head up high he entered the common room.....and promptly tripped over his own feet and landed flat on his face.

Well done Trist, well done.