[indent][center][h1][color=gray]|Jean Clements|[/color][/h1][/center][/indent]
[indent][center][color=gray]|Location: The Great Hall|[/color][/center][/indent]


The other person had given her a glare and had practically pushed her off, stomping off down the table and leaving her kneeling on the floor, shaking. It was taken her a minute to realize it was a Slytherin and now they were back among their own, who were laughing and jeering, and pointing at her.
Sometimes, she wished she'd never found out she was a witch. She didn't even have anyone here who would stand up for her. Her friends either hadn't seen or were disowning her for the moment.
A chant had gotten up somewhere at the far side of the room near the Gryffindor but she had no interest in it, nor in the random shouts and calls across the room. It was Slytherin closest to the door, then Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and finally Slytherin. She'd always thought that it was this order because Gryffindor and Slytherin were like bitter rivals, so they needed to be as far apart as possible. Hufflepuffs were sweet and therefore an easy target, leaving Ravenclaw to be a small barrier between. Quite frankly, she wished to as far from the Slytherins as she could get right now.
She'd gotten to her feet, shaking a little and had taken a couple of steps toward a seat when the great hall doors had sung open and Barnaby Arkwright came skidding down the isle. In her haste not to be knocked over, she landed with a thump on the bench, looking shocked.
She'd never felt worse, biting her lip and shaking.
[color=f26522]"M...m...mind if I sit here?"[/color] she asked the students who she landed among. They were 3rd years, much younger than her, but didn't seem to mind and nodded. "Thank you."
She sat miserably, head in her hands. She wasn't cool, like Tate or Tatum, or popular like Demetria or even funny like Barnaby. She was a joke.
[color=f26522]"Well...."[/color] she said, and then stopped herself. Finishing that sentence with something like it couldn't get worse was asking for trouble.
She gave a small groan and put her head on the table, wanting to go to bed. The second time it was louder, when the Slytherin's began to sing. She wasn't sure who had it worse, the badgers being next to the lions, or her 
house being next to the snakes.


[indent][center][h1][color=gray]|Julian Wolf|[/color][/h1][/center][/indent]
[indent][center][color=gray]|Location: The Great Hall|[/color][/center][/indent]


Julian could give a flying rat about Quidditch. He'd never been interested in being on the team, but when the chanting started, he whistled to the rest of the Slytherins, most of whom started up the song, starting low and building. Most people might have recognised the tune, but the Slytherins certainly seemed to find it funny, Wolf conducting with his wand.
[color=8dc73f]"Who do we feel sorry for?
There's no way that they can score!
Gryffindor, Gryffindor.
Who is easy to ignore?
They can't handle what's in store.
That's Gryffindor!"[/color]
Many Slytherin's laughed and grinned, the noise building as they laughed and sang, but Wolf the loudest as the second verse started.
[color=8dc73f]"Who are we fighting for? 
Slytherin, Slytherin.
Who's the ones who always win 
Slytherin.
Against the Quaffle we defend
Winning is all that we intend
Slytherin."[/color]