Was... this normal? It didn't seem normal to the baby snake Slytherin.

Slate made a face as he watched the unsanitary mess that was this hallway. He didn't need to go down it, did he? Surely there was a non-slimy route. He'd find it.

... as soon as he figured out where he was going.

... or where he came from...

Who in their right mind though this castle was a good idea? People were aware that everything kept moving, right?

Worst. Halloween. Maze. Ever.

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Was... this normal? It didn't seem normal to the baby snake Slytherin.

Slate made a face as he watched the unsanitary mess that was this hallway. He didn't need to go down it, did he? Surely there was a non-slimy route. He'd find it.

... as soon as he figured out where he was going.

... or where he came from...

Who in their right mind though this castle was a good idea? People were aware that everything kept moving, right?

Worst. Halloween. Maze. Ever.

This. Was. So. NEAT!

The Hufflepuff was sure how exactly he had ended up here...BUT IT SO DID NOT MATTER BECAUSE THIS WAS SO NEAT!

SECRETIONS! EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHEEEEEEEEEEERE!

Not just secretions..but SLUGS! Kindgom Animalia, phylum mollusca, class gastropoda GLORIOUS CREATURES!

...........could he keep them?

Oblivious to the fact that there was someone else here, Derf knelt down and scooped up a humble handful of the creatures and GRINNED.

"Hi, I'm Derf," he introduced himself.

...........to the slugs.

Slate might as well have been walking in circles. No matter what he did, he seemed to end up following a slime trail... back to the place he just left.

He did not have a good sense of direction.

He stood off in a small patch of untouched floor when someone came up. A blonde bouncy ball. ... who was just going to scoop up the slime and... ... talk to it.

Erm...?

"I don't think they'll answer." he said looking at the other boy. Then again, he was not an expert. Hats talked here. Not only that, hats also READ YOUR MIND. Maybe snails were also... mystic.

Looking one way and then the other to ensure she was alone in the hallway, Junia found herself smiling. Twirling might not be the most adult activity in the world, but it made the brunette feel free and so she did just that, twirled herself right down the corridor. She'd almost made it to the end, too, when her foot hit something slippery on the floor and she went sliding. Oh no, this was surely death come to call! She could SEE her life flashing right before her eyes as she flailed, trying to catch her balance. It was only when she hit the ground and felt pain that she realized she was alive. SHE WAS ALIVE AND-

...covered in sticky. slimy. goo.

"WHY?!"

She had gone the wrong way.

This was not the right way.

Three years and she still didn't really know her way around the castle. She was about to turn around when she heard a voice though, and the girl took a few steps forward and stopped dead. Was that goo on the Floor? Oh and Junia.

"Junia?" The blonde asked, but didn't move closer to her. "Uh.... Are you okay?"

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Slate might as well have been walking in circles. No matter what he did, he seemed to end up following a slime trail... back to the place he just left.

He did not have a good sense of direction.

He stood off in a small patch of untouched floor when someone came up. A blonde bouncy ball. ... who was just going to scoop up the slime and... ... talk to it.

Erm...?

"I don't think they'll answer." he said looking at the other boy. Then again, he was not an expert. Hats talked here. Not only that, hats also READ YOUR MIND. Maybe snails were also... mystic.

Hmmmmmm...now just WHAT kind of slugs were these little guys? The dimly lit aesthetics of the dungeons combined with his own seeing difficulties were making his identification process more difficult than it should have been. Perhaps he needed to take some time looking into potions ingredients so he could brew himself some special eye drops or something....

...but he was a LONG long way from being that skilled with a cauldron. So far he had really only managed to almost squish the Veela after his little 11-year-old heart that was Olivia.

......what WAS her last name?! He needed to figure that out. Stat.

But first...

"Fey do in their own way...I know s-s-some mermish and Gobbledegook...but not s-s-sluggish," he nodded to the other boy. "S-See? Optical and s-s-sensory tentacles-s are moving."

Slate scrunched his nose up while watching the other boy. "Are those supposed to mean something to me?" he asked. "Are those languages? They don't sound like languages." It sounded like something made up. Like pig Latin. He wasn't falling for this.

"I'm sure they always move. Like a dog's tail." That made sense to him.

"Why are they down here, do you think?" That was the important question. Slugs didn't just slug around indoors in castles as far as he knew.

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Slate scrunched his nose up while watching the other boy. "Are those supposed to mean something to me?" he asked. "Are those languages? They don't sound like languages." It sounded like something made up. Like pig Latin. He wasn't falling for this.

"I'm sure they always move. Like a dog's tail." That made sense to him.

"Why are they down here, do you think?" That was the important question. Slugs didn't just slug around indoors in castles as far as he knew.

"Mermish and Gobbledegook?" Derf repeated, blinking a few times and putting SOME pieces together that this guy was probably muggleborn like Charlie. But he didn't want to assume that just yet. Not everyone knew about other magical languages, even those from pureblood families as he had come to learn. "The language merpeople s-speak and the one goblins-s s-s-speak. S-Sometimes you hear the Gringotts-s goblins-s talking it when you vis-sit the bank!"

The blonde nodded. "EXACTLY! Wagging tails mean somefing," he grinned with some more nodding. He was relieved that this other guy seemed to get it. Now...he just needed to figure out what all the wiggle waggling meant...

"S-S-Slug-Vomiting Charm gone haywire?" he suggested. Maybe an especially NASTY detention involving the charm? He had heard stories about some of the detentions at Hogwarts from his mum. "It's-s really neat fough!"

"Do I LOOK okay?!" There was GOO IN HER HAIR! IN HER HAIR! Not okay. Not even a little bit. Also not being nice and that wasn't fair, considering the Hufflepuff hadn't caused the goo to be IN her hair. Taking a deep breath, the third year let it out slowly and tried again.

"I'm sorry. It's just...where even did this come from? I nearly died!" Almost. Her life did flash before her eyes, after all.

"Merpeople? Goblins?" Slate asked with a raised eyebrow. "Those things are real?" That didn't seem possible. That was fiction. Fantasy fiction, actually. He was not a fantasy guy. It was the most boring of all the fictions. There was old English and CHAPTERS just full of BORING walking.

... he didn't mean that. Now he was just exciting the blonde. "No. I just meant it was natural." Slugs didn't talk. They just left ooze behind and ate leaves.

Probably.

. . .

... "Slug vomiting? That's a thing? That isn't safe. Where do the slugs come from? Where do they go? How does that happen? Why are they in the hall? How is that even allowed?"

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"Merpeople? Goblins?" Slate asked with a raised eyebrow. "Those things are real?" That didn't seem possible. That was fiction. Fantasy fiction, actually. He was not a fantasy guy. It was the most boring of all the fictions. There was old English and CHAPTERS just full of BORING walking.

... he didn't mean that. Now he was just exciting the blonde. "No. I just meant it was natural." Slugs didn't talk. They just left ooze behind and ate leaves.

Probably.

. . .

... "Slug vomiting? That's a thing? That isn't safe. Where do the slugs come from? Where do they go? How does that happen? Why are they in the hall? How is that even allowed?"

WELL! Now the first year felt it was safe for him to assume things.

"You're a muggleborn!" Derf exclaimed with a bit of wide eyed glee because that meant he got to EXPLAIN things to him! But his response to the magical language talk made him tilt his head to the side a bit curiously. "You're ques-s-stioning the existence of merpeople and goblin-ss after wearing a talking hat fat can see into your s-s-soul?" That seemed a little silly, didn't it?

Oh...well...that was true. But it was ALSO a form of communication...so they were both right.

He nodded his head, perhaps a bit TOO eagerly. "Incantation is S-S-Slugulus Eructo," he explained proudly. "I haffen't been able to do it yet fough." But he REALLY wanted to because it seemed wicked useful. He would perform it on himself, you know?

Slate wasn't sure why people kept yelling that at him. What did it matter? He wasn't even sure. What if his parents didn't know? Was that possible? It seemed pretty easy to miss a letter.

He was starting to wish his got lost in the post too.

... or the owl got lost? How did owls know where he lived anyway? He had a hard enough time finding it.

"Wait..." he said looking at the other boy. He looked around before lowering his voice. "You heard the voice too?!" He wasn't sure if it was a relief or not that crazy slug boy over here was also hearing a disembodied voice from an article of clothing.

O_____O

He took a step back when the other kid repeated the incantation, as if expecting more SLUGS to just APPEAR... in vomit form. "WHY would you ever need to know that?!" he asked exasperatedly. WHAT was wrong with these magic folks?! There was literally NO reason EVER to need to be able to VOMIT something so disgusting. In fact, there was no reason to EVER need to vomit.

Hattie just blinked at the other girl. She should have guessed that really. She would not be very happy if she had goo in her hair. "Uh.. No" She mused with a little shrug. Hattie was glad she hadn't gone into the goo though. Because that would have sucked so much. "Uh... I have no idea..." She murmured, taking a step back, so that she would not get stuck in the in the slugs.

"I'm glad you didn't die..." She murmured with a smile. "Uh... Do you need a tissue or something? To get the goo out?"

So this slug...infestation was new and mysterious and Junia would be speaking to her head of house about it, okay? She couldn't live like this. GOO. IN. HER. HAIR. Not a fan.

"Me too! That would've been a really unfortunate way to go." Not very dignified. Also not very interesting, particularly at a school known for such crazy dangers. Finally standing, the third year wrinkled her nose at the feeling of her clothing stuck to her. Wait, had the girl offered a tissue?

"...Not really sure that'll get the job done. I think I need a bath. One with lots of bubbles. Lots."

Floating around the castle with dungbombs with him, Storm ended up being in a dungeons. He's in a mood to throw MORE and MORE pranks to the students. HEHEHEHE!

And slimy slug pit + smelly dungbombs = PERFECT COMBINATION!

*CACKLES*

The polter!kid threw some dungbombs to the two girlies there. HAHAHAHA!!

"It really would have. Imagine having that on your grave stone!" Harriet mused with a little smile. Whilst it would have been hilarious for her, it wouldn't have been as nice for her friend. And Hattie did like her friends so she was very glad that her friend hadn't died. That would not have been a good way to start the school year.

She'd been about to agree that a bath was probably a good idea when suddenly they both got dungbombed. "Oh... my..... merlin's knickers" She muttered, throwing her hands up to protect her hand.


"This is just what we need" Not

Junia. could. not. win. today.

The third year was covered in goo and now she smelled on top of everything else! SMELLED! Her-PRINCESS JUNIA L. BOTROS-SMELLED! Anger was SUCH a thing right now.

"You better get out of here!" The third year rounded on the ghost, her voice shaking with anger. "Just go!" Or...OR...OR SHE'D DO SOMETHING NOT NICE!

No one can see me like this," She decided more quietly, looking around. Hattie was fine, but anyone else and the thirteen year old would just die of embarrassment. Public humiliation wasn't a thing she wanted to deal with at such a young age.

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Slate wasn't sure why people kept yelling that at him. What did it matter? He wasn't even sure. What if his parents didn't know? Was that possible? It seemed pretty easy to miss a letter.

He was starting to wish his got lost in the post too.

... or the owl got lost? How did owls know where he lived anyway? He had a hard enough time finding it.

"Wait..." he said looking at the other boy. He looked around before lowering his voice. "You heard the voice too?!" He wasn't sure if it was a relief or not that crazy slug boy over here was also hearing a disembodied voice from an article of clothing.

O_____O

He took a step back when the other kid repeated the incantation, as if expecting more SLUGS to just APPEAR... in vomit form. "WHY would you ever need to know that?!" he asked exasperatedly. WHAT was wrong with these magic folks?! There was literally NO reason EVER to need to be able to VOMIT something so disgusting. In fact, there was no reason to EVER need to vomit.

Derf's lips curled into an EAGER grin at the Slytherin's shocked curiosity. "Yup. Sorting Hat talks-s to everyone. Part of the magic the Four Founders cas-st. Mum told me loads-s about it. S-She used to be deputy headmistress fere. It us-s-ses-s-s Legilimency...um...magical mind reading...to s-s-see out thoughts and s-s-stuff."

Did he think that Derf was capable of wandless magic already? There was a fleeting moment of feeling just a tiiiiiiiiny bit smug, but it quickly passed. "It's-s a curs-se...so whoever invented it just wanted to torture someone," he replied with a shrug. "Or, you know, was really des-s-sperate for slugs for potions-s or somefing."

Which raised a bit of a moral dilemma for the first year: were magically conjured slugs REAL slugs? Same with tea cups transfigured into mice and whatnot. Were THOSE real animals? What happened to a REAL animal that was transfigured into a water goblet? Did it DIE if you left it in goblet form for too long?!

Oooooooooooh there was a bit of a glaze painted over the Hufflepuff's eyes as he began to spiral down creature activist territory.

Slate blinked. He was essentially a blank slate at the moment. Wha--?

"The hat can READ MINDS?!" he exclaimed. How exactly was that okay?! He didn't even know he had thoughts worth reading.

HOW WAS THIS EVEN A SCHOOL?!

... ... ... that was even more foreign. Erm...

"Curses are real true?" he asked looking around almost afraid to be overheard. Did everyone know this. "Like on treasure? Who protects treasure with slugs?"

What was wrong with this kid now? He waved his hand in front of the blonde's face. Was he aware how zoned out he looked?

Youu-whoooo... Earth to weird kid...

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Slate blinked. He was essentially a blank slate at the moment. Wha--?

"The hat can READ MINDS?!" he exclaimed. How exactly was that okay?! He didn't even know he had thoughts worth reading.

HOW WAS THIS EVEN A SCHOOL?!

... ... ... that was even more foreign. Erm...

"Curses are real true?" he asked looking around almost afraid to be overheard. Did everyone know this. "Like on treasure? Who protects treasure with slugs?"

What was wrong with this kid now? He waved his hand in front of the blonde's face. Was he aware how zoned out he looked?

Youu-whoooo... Earth to weird kid...

Derf simply nodded in affirmation - as if it was TOTALLY normal for an old hat to have such abilities. "How els-se do you fink it was-s able to talk to you?"

And then there was more nodding, but this time the Hufflepuff was amused. "Us-s-sually it's dragons that are us-s-sed," he informed the boy with a slight brow raise. "You haff a wand....and s-s-saw food just APPEAR at the feas-st..." On top of a whole BUNCH of other things that he surely had been exposed to every day. "I fink it's-s-s time you s-s-stopped being s-surpris-sed by fings."

WHUUUUUUT? Yes. Hi. Earth to Derf. Yes.

Slate frowned. "I didn't realize it was something I had to think about." he retorted. Because. Hats were NOT meant to be sentient.

. . .

"Dragons are real too?!" WHAAA?! Was there any myths that weren't real?

Sweet, sweet corn and mashed potatoes.

... and blondie had a point. A terrible point. A life changing point. A point that made Slate want to roll his eyes. "My life just changed," dramatically, at that, "I'm allowed an adjustment period."