Classified (HP) WTM/RTB

In the Heart of Slytherin

The Slytherin common room is often misconceived as a cold, dungeon-like space. However within the  chambers of Slytherin House, its expectations defied with a tapestry of warmth ambience and elegance enveloped the common room, dispelling the notion of its presumed coldness.

"Wait why are we watching the Slytherins?" questioned Marlene. 

Lysandra and the older Snape discreetly made eye contact, noticing the panic that they both held. Terrified on what secrets this would spill.

Bathed in the golden glow of the crackling fireplace and its flickering flames, the room exuded comfort and sophistication. Soft radiance filters through the expansive glass windows, offering a mesmerizing view of the endless black sea.

The floor, adorned with the finest, soft, black carpeting, cushions each step with a velvety softness, while the furnishings defy description in their opulence. Plush chairs and sumptuous couches beckon students to sink into their embrace, enveloping them in comfort. The air is redolent with the scent of polished wood and crackling fire, creating an atmosphere of timeless sophistication.

Winding staircases, crafted with meticulous precision, stand as a testament to the architectural mastery of the wizarding world. Beginning as a single ascent, they gracefully bifurcate on their journey upward, leading to the secluded sanctuaries of the dormitories above, where secrets were whispered and alliances forged. Each step resonates with the echoes of centuries-old traditions and the whispered secrets of generations past.

The hall was silent and all were in total amazement at the slight of the common room. All having previously pictured something completely different. Those in Slytherin just sat there, smirking at the reaction of the others.

It is no wonder that the esteemed pure-blood families, with their staunch convictions and unwavering pride, aspire for their children to find solace within these hallowed halls of the house of Slytherin. The allure of loyalty and prestige cemented Slytherin's reputation as a fortress of power and influence. With tradition and ambition intertwined, it draws the pure-blood families seeking sanctuary for their beliefs. Here, amidst the whispers of ambition, the bonds forged transcended mere bloodlines, fostering a sense of unity and purpose.

"This is making Slytherin sound appealing but at the same time a nightmare," commented Ron with a snort.

The present Slytherins just ignored the comment made by the child.

Guided by Prefects Margarette Rivers and Oliver Yowie, whom Lysandra recognized from her aunt's gatherings, the first-year Slytherin were welcomed into the heart of their house, the air buzzed with anticipation. With poised authority, the prefects introduced the newcomers to Slytherin's ethos. Margarette's auburn hair framed her face as she introduced herself and her fellow prefect, Oliver, to the new arrivals.

"Wait so are we watching this from Lestrange's view?" Hermione questioned, noting that Lysandra's point of view and internal thoughts had been read. 

"I believe that you are right," Lily replied seeing as everyone else was almost shocked at that though. 

Lysandra herself struggled to keep her emotion in check, so ready to groan and slam her head on the table the moment she heard her name mentioned. It was only her years of practise that allowed her to remine unfazed. 

She extended a welcoming hand, her voice infused with the pride of generations past and carried the weight of tradition and expectation as she addressed the eager newcomers.