The repetitive but subtle constant drip of water from the stony roof reminds you of just how unsettling but utterly soothing the Slytherin dungeons are. The cold intrigue the dungeons radiate says enough itself, if only it wasn’t for the somewhat unlikeable Slytherins within the chambers. The dim murmur of activities and gossip echo through the stony corridors and out of the corner of your eye you believe you can spot a few questionable things. But, there wasn’t time for that, you had things to do and places to be. Or so, you told yourself. But, just as you came upon one of the main hallway intersections you find your eyes greeting with a particularly interesting sight. You can spot a blonde Slytherin boy teasing a first-year Hufflepuff who’d probably accidentally got lost in ‘Slytherin territory’ or whatever the students nicknamed it. The blonde dude used his wand to skillfully and silently hover the Hufflepuff first-years book just over their head, his dark eyes shining with amusement as the kid reaches hopelessly. He doesn’t seem to have a problem snickering and speakin his mind either.

As your eyes focus on the prick of a pure-blood Slytherin you can see his untidy Slytherin uniform and recognize him as Felix Hemlock, a orphaned Blonde Pure-blood with a knack for chaos and cheap promises and tricks. You can also recall his sly ways putting you squarely in the middle of a prank war that he imitated with Peeves, the poltergeist of Hogwarts. It wasn’t too nice to be drenched twice in the same day.

As your curious eyes remain upon Felix, you pray to Merlin that he doesn’t turn around and subject you to his taunts and treachery.