Irene M. V. Williams

Chapter 22

"What's up," "With Sal?" The twin asked as they bit into their bacon. 

Hermione turned to look at the Slytherin table, "It doesn't look like anything changed other than his seat, what's so weird about that?" 

Irene turned and looked at the table only to laugh once she saw what changed, "Looks like Sal already dethroned the upperclassman who was King of Slytherin, and now he holds the position." 

As she was looking over, Sal looked up and nodded her way and she smiled in turn. Out of the corner of her eye, she could barely see as Heir Montague's face turned sour.

"I wasn't expecting him to be accepted so soon though, he makes quick work."

Irene turned back to her friends and got lost in discussions of their assignments. She nearly jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and a breath upon her ear.

"How is the Princess doing this morning?"

Lee nearly choked on his bit of toast when he heard the nickname and the twins glared at Sal suspecting him of teasing her friend. While Hermione just shook her head in amusement.

"Really Sal? That's the nickname you decided on?"

Sal sat down beside her, his back to the table. His roguish grin looked odd on his eleven-year-old face, "It's fitting don't you think?"

"Oh really, Sir Knight?"

He threw back his dark-clad head and let out a loud laugh, while Irene pouted.

"I thought that would discourage you."

"Hah, with a name so fitting my station?"

"Oh really fitting your station, Your Majesty of Slytherin?" Irene shot her own comeback and was irritated to only get a smirk from Sal in return.

"Call me as you wish, Princess."

"Ugh, I'm going to class!" Irene left in a huff, leaving a laughing Sal and friends shooting them incredulous looks.

*Time skip brought to you by Umbridge and Dumbledore get, get, getin', get, get, getin', getting alonnggggg*

"Hey, mudblood!" 

Irene just sighed and ignored Heir Montague's voice, hoping that he would just grow tired of taunting her and leave her alone. But it seemed it was not to be as she felt a stinging hex bounce off her Wyllt staff that was shown as a necklace.

"Really, Heir Montague? Must you be so immature?" She tilted her head back in his direction, before continuing toward Pendragon tower, hoping to make it out of the lower parts of Hogwarts before coming across more students.

"Holly!" The whiny voice of the youngest Weasley echoed down the hall.

"Oh dear magic, why is this my life?" Irene sighed and picked up her pace. Nearly trotting down the hallway, she took a quick turn only to smack into someone else.

"Whoa there, Princess." The humored voice of her self-proclaimed knight greeted her, as he grabbed a hold of her arms to steady her.

"Not now, Sal." Irene brushed off his hands, "I have some irritants following me and I'm losing my patience."

"Be more respectful to your betters, mudblood." An older Slytherin who stood beside Sal spoke up, looking down his nose at her.

Irene rolled her eyes before continuing her way, only to be drawn back by Sal's hand on her elbow. She sighed and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't you going to say hello to me today, Princess?"