When Myths Meet Magic || 2

16|| Piper

Draco stood in front of the fireplace, pacing around.

"Potter's a Parselmouth?" he repeated disbelievingly. "That's impossible. Potter, descendant of Salazar Slytherin himself?"

"People are saying he's the Heir of Slytherin," Pansy said, brow furrowing. "But he's a Gryffindor. That's impossible."

"Of course it is!" Draco raged. "The Heir of Slytherin has to be, oh I don't know, Slytherin!"

Goyle shifted in his chair. "And you don't know who it is? You're sure?"

Draco sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, Goyle, that's the fourth time I've told you!" He rolled his eyes. "I just can't believe people think it's Potter though. The idea is just so absolutely absurd—" he cut off with a hysterical laugh. "I'm going to bed."

Piper watched amusedly as he stormed up to the boy's dormitories. She really didn't see why he was so upset about it. Oh well, she decided as she got up and stretched. It doesn't really affect me.

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"Good morning," Pansy said sleepily to Piper as her eyes opened. "Classes cancelled today."

"Why?" Piper turned to look out her window when she remembered— they were underground, below the lake, so there was no window.

"Most of the teachers are helping with the mandrakes. Apparently their scream can kill now, and most of them have the flu. And it's snowing pretty badly. Why do you think it's colder?"

Truth be told, Piper could not tell the difference in the freezing dungeons.

"Well, I may as well get to the library. I still haven't finished that History report." Piper sat up and pulled her curtains around her bed to change. She could hear Pansy groan.

"Piper, you're the only one besides the Ravenclaws who even care about that class. Sleep in or something! You never get much rest."

"Old habits," Piper said vaguely, pulling on her green robes.

"Whatever."

Piper shivered as she walked out of the hidden stone entrance and made her way up to warmer grounds in the castle. She slipped into the library and opened her half finished scroll, digging through her bag to find the quill. Honestly, ever heard of a pen?

Just as she found one, a group of Hufflepuffs caught her eye— or so to say, ear.

"... So anyway, I warned Hazel to hide up in our dormitory. I mean to say, if Potter's marked her as his next victim, it's best if she keeps a low profile for a while. I mean, I wouldn't want her to die before I can ask her out." The Hufflepuff boy said this jokingly, but Piper could tell he was truly concerned about Hazel's safety. She snorted. Good luck getting past Frank.

"Of course, it's only expected Potter targets the muggleborns. Frank said that none of the exchange students had magical parents," the boy continued with an air of obnoxious importance, pleased he knew something.

Piper frowned over her paper. Technically we're all half-bloods, but not wizard half-bloods. Except Hazel had a witch mother, so she's a double half-blood? But not a muggleborn, so...

The Hufflepuff boy was talking again. "I mean, look at the facts. He's a parselmouth, which is a clear sign of a Dark Wizard. And the writing on the wall— Enemies of the Heir, Beware. Potter had a run-in with Filch, and suddenly Mrs. Norris's attacked. Creevey annoyed Potter during the Quidditch match, next thing we know, Creevey's been attacked. And Hazel said she knew him before she came to Hogwarts— maybe she annoyed him then..."