Miss Slytherin

When in the Snake Pit IV

When in the Snake Pit: Buddy System

What were Slytherins known for? Their mischief? Their smarts? Or the stone exterior that a lot would say had the silence of a serial killer? One would from the outside of the snake house wouldn't exactly know, especially the helpful thing they do as a unit.

"Since you're new here, you should really familiarise yourself on the kitchen raid schedule," a Slytherin prefect tells the you g first year who was shy as hell, seeing her fidget like crazy under the intimidating stance the older year had. "We always have someone by the door to bring things from the kitchens."

"We do?" A voice says from the two. The young first year girl looks up to see Blythe Zabini holding a basket of whatever it was in while she munched on a cookie. Assuming that the inside was a whole basket of cookie jars that is. The Slytherin prefect nods, motioning the two of them to follow him, and just when they reached outside, there was a Hufflepuff in a rather large coat, looking suspiciously, which wasn't a normal look for a normally kind and warm badger.

"Got the goods?" The Hufflepuff asks. The Slytherin prefect holds up a pack of those glitter pens that became popular in the Slytherin house a few weeks back. Since it blew up during study hall sessions, more people from the houses started to get more intrigued by it, and now it became the trendy thing in the school under Umbridge's nose.

"Truffle cake, pumpkin pie, hot chocolate, butter beer, and a bottle of tea," the Hufflepuff says, pulling out a basket similar to the one Blythe was carrying. "What kind of Tea?" The prefect asks the Hufflepuff.

"Tea-quila," the Puff winked. Handing it to the Slytherin prefect, receiving the glitter pens, and soon the suspicious aura the Hufflepuff had vanished, and returned the signature Hufflepuff smile before skipping away.

Blythe and the first year Slytherin blinked in amusement, wondering what just happened. The prefect turns to them with a shit eating grin on his face, "That is how you raid a kitchen without getting caught."

"It's called a buddy system, we trade goods from the outside to get what we want."

"Isn't that illegal?" The first year asks curiously as they were lead back inside the common room where a few of the quidditch team members were waiting in anticipation.

"It's not illegal per se," the prefect winked.

Blythe groaned. "I can't believe Cedric actually agreed to this," she huffs, sitting down on the couch grumpily.

"The bloke would do anything for graphing paper," the prefect shakes his head. "Luckily our people are smart smugglers, always have the special passage from Hogsmeade during visits, our stocks don't go down critically."

"This seems like a syndicate operation than a buddy system if you think about it," Blythe deadpans, shivering at the thought.

"Aye Malfoy! Where's the tequila?" One of the quidditch players asked setting their personalised shot glasses on the mini table.

"I got it you wanker," Draco hissed taking out a long bottle that looked like water at first. Blythe slyly leads the curious first year away from the boys, leading her to a couch in the corner near the fire.

"Want a cookie?"

Chapters are in progress, I might be able to update the last chapters of Order of the Phoenix tomorrow, if not this weekend. The long wait will be over soon, I do apologise for the wait, the inspiration is slow without the reference. I won't be sticking to the plot of Half blood Prince and Deathly Hallows too much since it confuses me to add my own scenes in.

I'll see you all on the Order of the Phoenix Finale!

-Rayah