Mistake of a Slytherin
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Thread Topic: Mistake of a Slytherin
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Thanks~
There weren't often new students in Hogwarts. So when here was news that a fourth year would be sorted during dinner that night, everyone was a little excited. Jasper sat with his usual fourth year Slytherins, staring at the boy who was seated with the hat being sorted. Everyone at his table was murmuring and chuckling at how nervous he seemed, and seemed sure he would be put into Hufflepuff, or maybe Gryffindor, if the jittery kid was lucky.
It was quiet for a moment when the hat called out Slytherin. Then, the scoffing and chuckling started. No one dressed in green could believe that the hat was right, especially when the blushing kid tripped over the last step. Jasper, too, was sitting with a smirk on his face, and was looking around, seeing where the empty seats were. The nearest one was diagonal from his left, but he felt even that was far too close.
The other Slytherins were filling the empty seats with books and plates, but no one seemed to be taking the initiative with the seat only a few from Jasper. -
Just as he reached the seat, a blond boy turned, propping his feet up on the empty seat. It had been the last spot available, and Milo was tempted to head upstairs for the night. The laughter and mockery coming from his housemates told him he'd already made mistakes he'd never be able to live down. He had to either stand up for himself or switch houses. If he could do that.
He cleared his throat, then politely asked, "Can you move?"
The blond respond with snark, telling him that there was a difference between can and will. Milo swept his eyes down the table, noticing that some of the students were glaring back at him. He then suddenly remembered that one of his friends, a lizard, had refused to be left with his luggage. Setting his arm on the back of the chair, he stood naturally as the tiny creature crept down his arm and into the back of the other boy's robes. He didn't realize that something was wrong right away. -
It really was quite funny to Jasper, honestly, to see such a weak boy being put into Slytherin. He wasn't assertive at all, even when he seemed to try to stand up for himself. It made the others in green chuckle, and lean in their seats to watch him struggle to find a seat of his own.
Since the Slytherin had been housed, technically, despite not having a seat, the food appeared on the tables in front of everyone. Jasper picked up a roll, and sat with one elbow on the table, while he ate with his other hand, observing the scene. He saw the new boy put his hand on the back of another guy's chair, and wondered if he was going to try to force him out of it or something. -
"I honestly don't see why you're in Slytherin," the boy started, a smirk on his lips. "Don't take it too personally, though. Very few are actually--" the end of his word erupted into a squeal as the lizard started to skitter across his skin. His feet immediately left the chair, and Milo stepped over to take it. Just as he sat down, the blond's chair fell back, the thud slightly dulled by the chatter from other tables. As soon as he saw that he wasn't hurt, the newcomer reached down and grabbed the lizard from the ground, nudging it back into his sleeve. He sat up and glanced at the students around him, settling on a boy eating a roll.
"This is the Slytherin table, right?" he asked, hoping it came off as humor rather than uncertainty. His west coast accent stood out immediately. -
Every Slytherin close enough to notice the boy topple without having to hear it broke out into laughter. For a few short seconds, it seemed that the new guy had really redeemed himself, because of whatever he'd done to make the other scared and fall backwards. It was when he spoke, though, that a rather sadistic smirk fell upon Jasper's face.
He stared back at the guy, and before making fun of his accent, said, "Yeah, this is the one. What's your name? Where are you from?" -
"I... I'm Milo. Milo Crosswick. I'm from Salem Academy in the States-- well, actually, I lived in California and boarded there, but..." he trailed off, glancing at the blond as he pulled himself back up. He had no desire to offer him any help, but he did feel a little bad. The way that he scooted his chair away as soon as he was finally upright made him think that maybe he'd redeemed himself, just a little. Though it never felt like he was the one with any sort of voice distinction, being around a bunch of students with variants of British accents made him suddenly stick out. And not in a good way.
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Jasper nodded, as if he was impressed, and looked at the girl sitting next to him, slapping her shoulder. "Hear that? He's from California. American, isn't that neat?" The girl laughed, as did the boy sitting on her other side.
"Well, Milo," the girl said, still laughing. "I'm Jenine Locks and this is Jasper Asflynn. Do you come from a wizarding family?" She asked, and there it was, make it or break it in Slytherin. A mud-blood was never going to be truely welcome in this house. Both the girl and Jasper looked at him, but Jasper broke out into a rant.
"I mean, I've heard that all Americans just run around marrying outside of magic. A shame, messing up blood lines like that. But that's Americans for you. I wonder if you're pure-blood, Milo? Most of us here are." While Jasper was lying about most people here being pure-blooded, he really wanted to see if Milo would crumble. -
Great, these people? At SA, they were the ones that everyone hated. Constantly bragging about their pure heritage, as if it made them more powerful. Milo, along with his fellow muggleborns and halfbloods, had proven them wrong time and time again. Were magic people here really that concerned about bloodlines. "I'm muggleborn. I have pureblood relatives who married in, though, so I knew about this world growing up. Is almost everyone here really a pureblood?" He reached for a roll and took a bite of it.
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(crap I'm so sorry I forgot to bookmark this one to check it)
There, two things that Jasper firmly disliked about this kid. American, and mud-blood. He scoffed, and then nodded. "Everyone, practically. We don't like to have our blood tainted by muggles, especially those of use who's families have been pure blood for centuries." He set his roll down on his plate, and leaned back, shrugging. "So good luck in Slytherin. We are the best of the best, and just like our families, we work hard to get where we are, including our pure blood. How did you even get in?" Jenine piped up, muttering that the hat must have been drunk, and Jasper nodded. -
(i get that man, you know how it is though. like i wasn't sure if i'd done something wrong)
He almost made a disgusted face. Seriously, this? Setting down his roll, he scooped some mashed potatoes onto his plate. "I'm not saying you're wrong, but doesn't it get a bit... I dunno, incestuous? There are only so many of you..." He took a bite of the potatoes, and decided that they made his evening a good one, even if he had to deal with snobs. "I was top of my class at SA. As for getting in here, not sure. If you're really the best of the best like you say, it should be obvious." He took another bite of the potatoes. Who was cooking such amazing food? -
(Nah, you're good~)
"You were top of the class in a class full of mud bloods." Jasper took to the green beans, giving himself a hearty sized serving of them. "It can't be that hard to beat them. All great wizards come from pure families." He picked up some of the greens with his fork, and ate them. He was rather used to the food always being so good here, because every meal was made to be this amazing somehow. "So, really, it isn't obvious. You seem like a clumsy, mud blood mess who doesn't belong in this house. You should really be in Hufflepuff, I'm sure they'd love you there." -
(thanks friend c: and everything he's asking is stuff i've wondered while reading the hp books i'm so sorry)
"You'd... be surprised, actually, how academically intense muggles are. I mean, what's the college acceptance rate here?" He paused, taking a deep breath. Across the room, he could hear the chatter at the other tables. He probably would fit better with the Hufflepuffs, who, from what he'd heard, sounded kind and accepting. Or maybe the Gryffindors, who apparently always loved a good laugh. Maybe even the Ravenclaws, who seemed to be creative and intellectual. Was he really in the only house that didn't fit him? He'd have to make it work, somehow. "Look, we're going to be spending the next three and a half years together. Let's not be enemies. Please." -
(Ph it's fine xD Rowling answered that college thing though when a fan asked it c:)
Being raised in a wizarding home, where he was of course home schooled, Jasper had no idea what a college acceptance rate was supposed to be, and he only had a vague idea of what a college even was. "What, those muggle versions of specialized schools? You'd have to be mad to go there after this. We get jobs after Hogwarts. Proper, wizarding jobs, or appreticeships, or, like I probably will, you play on your country's Quidditch team." He felt like he was talking to a child, honestly, speaking to this muggle-born who apparently had hoped to leave magic after his education. "It's going to be a hard three and a half years for you, then. You're by far the oddest Slytherin to ever be in our house." -
"Just saying, it's nice to have a foot in both worlds." Milo would've continued, but it was pointless. The pureblood wouldn't understand his view, and why passing a physics course was just as important as a transfiguration one. It was better to make disagreeing acquaintances than pure enemies, even if both made him want to go back to the school where he belonged. He leaned forward to rest his chin on his palm and painted a smile on his face, trying not to show how much he disliked the other boy. He could do it, he'd hidden worse before."At least I'll be memorable. But enough about me. Let's talk about you, Jasper. Who are you, as a person?" he asked, his voice thick with mock interest.
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