Decisions Decisions (Perseus and other slytherins)

[tristian]

Tristian walked out of the great hall in a sort of daze an unopened letter clutched in her hand. She needed to get outside away from the people suddenly the castle was too small she was feeling claustorphobic. The noise emitting from the classrooms and the people in them was suddenly very very loud. She seemed to be drowning in it. The castle was closing in on her she had to get out she couldn't breath properly in here. She broke into a run she didn't notice the angry shouts she recieved as she pushed and shoved trying to get out she had to get out. At one point she got knocked down but she barely noticed all she knew was that she had to get out get out of the castle or she would faint. After what seemed like hours to her she reached the huge oak front doors. Pushing them open she reached the outdoors and she could breath again.

Tristian took in several deep gasping breaths it was okay now she was outside she wasn't suffocating the castle wasn't closing in on her. After several minutes of doing nothing but trying to regulate her breathing she was able to move again. It had been years since she'd had a panic attack but that's what had happened. Walking along she tried to remember what had caused it then it hit her. The Letter! Making her way over to a secluded spot Tristian sank down and looked at it. She didn't notice the flawless day the beautiful weather all that exsisted at that moment was the letter.

It was a letter from her brother. Finally after three weeks of nothing from him he'd written her. With trembling fingers she opened the letter.

Dear sis,
Long time no talk. I know that I've been distant to you and really rude. It was something I shouldn't have done to my own twin. The truth is I can't stand being your brother if you're a muggle loving fool like that dumb headmaster of yours Dumbledore. A Slytherin is supposed to reign supreme be the top dog not like those filthy mutts you call friends. So here's my proposition. You stop hanging with that filth you call friends and I'll acknowledge you as a twin. Mom and Dad will be your parents again. You'll gain everything back and we'll act like this never happened. You become more Slytherin and I'll give you the world. You chose not to however and you'll lose everything near and dear to you. You will be dead to us forever with no place to live no money and worst of all all alone. The choice is yours dear sister. May you chose the correct one.
Love Always Tristan.

The letter fell to the ground and Tristian didn't even realize it. She was in shock. What should she do? She'd been offered everything but at what price? If she accepted she'd lose her friends her values her morals but was that really so bad? She'd have her brother back her family. "What should I do?" She moaned. Burying her head in her arms she tried not to cry.

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus sat atop a large oak tree bordering the gravelly shoreline of the lake as he watched the sun sink below the clouds and slowly, yet surely dissapear under the waves of murky water. He had finally acquired solitude from the everyday, interminable cacophony that could be heard throughout the classrooms and halls in Hogwarts. Perseus had much to comtemplate and being alleviated of the raucous laughter of students in Hogwarts certainly helped. Over the past few days, Perseus had been changing. He was not his old self and no longer talked much to his muggleborn or half-blood friends. He even stopped associatin with Jaquin and a few other Ravenclaws he happened to know. Although thoroughly convinced by a Slytherin's words about his heritage, Perseus still felt as if something inside of him was telling him not to fall into the darkness as many Slytherins had before him. He ignored that in favor of the power and popularity he had obtained while acting a bit more like a Slytherin. It now gave him elation when his Slytherin comrades did not scorn him for acting less courteous than usual to muggleborns or half-bloods.

Perseus watched as the sun finally stopped just above the waterline. The clouds were shadowed by the red and orange of the sky, which was an amalgamation of both colors. He heard the trees rustle as a fierce breeze blew through them. Penumbrae splashed upon the dark blades of grass as the trees waved from the wind. It was part of Perseus's quotidian routine to be brewing potions or creating antidotes of his own invention at this time, but, seeing as the school was currently filled with obnoxious students, Perseus felt that it would be best if he stayed outside. Afterall, he had all the time in the world because he finished his homework several hours ago. As Perseus stared out onto the grounds and at other students milling about, he spotted a girl who looked as if she were in her 5th year clutching what looked like and envelope. He lept off the tree and strolled her way, as it looked like a Slytherin. Perseus was surprised when the girl put her head in her arms. Perhaps something was wrong, but what did Perseus care. This was an excellent chance for him to exhibit his power as an indirect descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself. "I don't see anything to worry about...." Perseus drawled as he sat down next to the girl. "Afterall, what would be troubling a Slytherin? We have the ambition, intelligence, and power to lead us to greatness, why let anything hinder one's goal?"

[tristian]

"I don't see anything to worry about...After all, what would be troubling a Slytherin? We have the ambition, intelligence, and power to lead us to greatness, why let anything hinder one's goal?" came a drawling voice from next to her. Tristian looked up to find another Slytherin sitting next to her. He looked older then her perhaps by a year. She'd seen him around once or twice but never spoken to him before now. Come to think of had she really talked to any Slytherin? She racked her brain there had to be at least one Slytherin that was her friend. Well she had talked to that girl Kori but that had been a brief incounter and it had mainly involved Kori making fun of her friend Cassandra from Gryffindor. No she didn't have any friends in Slytherin and that was what had started this whole mess in the first place. If only she hadn't become friends with the muggleborns and halfbloods then none of this would've happened. She felt a surging hatred towards them then pushed it away. It wasn't their fault she had to make this choice. No it was her fault and hers alone.

"Intelligence, power and greatness?" She laughed bitterly. "Maybe you have all those things but I certainly don't just ask my brother." She gestured to the letter that lay next to her. "Apparently I don't exsist anymore unless I'm able to change everything I am, everything I believe and become more Slytherin. No not just more Slytherin the Ideal Slytherin." She looked away. She hadn't meant to reveal all of this to a complete stranger it just kind of came out. Well maybe some good could come out of her telling him the problem. It would be good to get several different views. Then hopefully she'd be able to make the right call.

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus frowned slightly as he pondered the girl's predicament. He looked out onto the glittering lake and back towards the girl, whom he recognized to be Tristian Knight, a Slytherin 5th year who had the same problems he once had. Perseus had not contacted any of his muggleborn friends in a very long time. He no longer cared and only wished to say away from them, especially if they had less power than he did. Perseus seized the chance and replied, "Well, I was once friends with many muggleborns and half-bloods. But what good did that do for me? They only gave me abhorrence and comtempt from other Slytherins and what people call purebloods. Of course, that was almost betrayal on their part. So, why did I even become friends with them? The answer was in my mind. It was the fact that I had a certain obsession for their academic subjects. The difference, however, was that my obsession was only bringing me trouble from family members and other Slytherins who seemed to be constantly trying to attack me. I found one solution; it was to seclude myself from them. That way I would finally obtain balance on both sides. I no longer recieved threats from the Slytherins and the muggleborns did not threaten my safety while around other Slytherins..."

Perseus stopped for a second as he broke a branch off a nearby oaktree and levitated it with his hand. He had been practicing some without-wand magic by concentrating very hard. The branch slowly slipped and dropped back into his hand as Perseus lost his concentration. It was a rather monotone atomosphere as Perseus waited patiently, trying to anticipate what Tristian would say after he had enunciated his opinion on the matter. He stood up and strolled around the gargantuan oak, examining its scabrous bark and scrutinzing the darkening sky. Before long, night had begun to settle. The sun was almost completely obscured by the high mountains. Dark shadows spread across the grounds and the water in the lake ceased to glisten from the sunlight.

[tristian]

Tristian looked away from Perseus whom she'd been watching throughout his entire speech. What he'd just said was both what she had wanted to hear and what she'd been dreading. He had gone through the exact same thing she was going through now. He'd gotten the same treatment she had from her family and other Slytherins so he'd abandoned his friends to fit in. Tristian was being told to do the same but she wasn't sure if she could. These were her friends she was talking about the people who'd been nothing but nice to her throughout her school years. "How can you say that? Betrayal on their part because purebloods are too short sided to see the bigger picture? You haven't achieved balance on both sides you've completely cut off any and all of your other friends who are muggles because they're different then you." She stood up and started pacing. She was so confused that she couldn't stand to stay still. "You're talking about cutting off people who got you through some hard times and you shared good memories with and why so you could fit in and find people who will stab you in the back the first chance they get. You're talking about befriending people who antagonized you ridiculed you because you were different and unique. You weren't like them so they set out to destroy you and now look at you you're just like them just like everyone else.

She stopped pacing around and faced the lake. While they had been talking darkness had settled and the only source of light was from the moon making the surface of the water shimmer. She watched the lake it was peaceful and it helped her calm down. After she felt she had herself in control she turned to face the other Slytherin. "Sorry for that outburst. I just don't know what to do. What you did it makes a lot of sense and takes a lot of courage. To cut off some of your best friends just to fit in to please others it must take a ton of courage. And now it seems I'm going to have to do the same thing."

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus swivelled on spot and looked at Tristian with a fair amount of anger rising. He was endeavoring to control his rather erratic temperament, but Perseus was steadily losing his concentration. He crushed the tree branch he was holding into dust and said in a very calm voice, "I never abandoned my friends! My friends slowly drifted away. It happens to everyone. One can never have too many friends, but there is also a limit to how popular you are. If you truly want to balance out your social rank, you must make some sacrifices. In my case, my friends began drifting away as they saw me associating with purebloods, especially the ones in Slytherin. They felt uneasy whenever I talked about my new pureblood buddies and eventually talked to me less an less. Mind you, they still are friends, they're just friends that I no longer hang out with every single day. And I have not been 'destroyed' by my fellow Slytherins. It is merely a few weeks of seclusion from my friends. There is nothing to worry about. Afterall, my friends sometimes do not see me for weeks on end because of their busy schedules."

Perseus looked back towards the night sky, seeing the multifarious beacons of light, spread across the vast vaccuums of space. Cimmerian clouds swept over the castle reflecting the dark color of melancholy. Multitudinous lights appeared as students began their tedious, nighttime studies. The great hall lit up as thousands of students poured in, ready to consume the sumptuous feast.


((Can another Slytherin please join?))

[danika]

(( Ask and you shall receive ))



She hated being out, all these appealing qualities people spoke of simply did not exist. Fresh air…that smelled like dirt and animals, tranquil noises of nature…were enough to drive even the most stable witch to insanity. She could hardly stand to be out of doors, and only ventured out when the castle became too suffocating to tolerate. This was such a night. Everything Slytherin it seemed had crammed into their common room to discuss whatever worthless topic was considered popular at the moment, and hearing those barley better that mudbloods speak of whatever worthless filth they had thought up was more than she could stand.

She had changed out of her school uniform, and wore a blood red blouse and dark denim pants with heeled black boots. She was hoping to find herself alone, as being out was hard enough to tolerate with out being bothered by those not worthy of her time when she heard voices, Slytherin voices, but even some Slytherins were hardly worth the wasted breath.

“Well, if it isn’t the gathering of the weak.”

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus's mood suddenly changed as he heard someone mock him. It was a fellow Slytherin, but younger, at least two years younger. "Gathering of the weak?" Perseus chuckled as he looked at the younger girl with a deadly glare. "You really think of yourself as high and mighty don't you? Well, I have news for your fragile ears, girl. Nobody! I repeat! Nobody calls me 'weak' without facing the consequences. Do you know who you are talking to? I am almost a direct descendant of the founder of the house of Slytherin and you dare insult me in that manner? There is no one weaker in the world than those who scorn others and believe themselves to be impregnable and indestructable. It seems as if that is your attitude." Perseus finished his statement and turned back to Tristian after contemplating a little longer on her situation.

"I still do not see how your family would act that way. If they are truly that hateful, why did they accept you in the first place?" Perseus's gaze returned to the sky as he awaited replies from his fellow Slytherins. He watched a cloud drift across the dark, melancholous sky and obscure the moon's rays of light. The stars shined brighter than ever and a few owls could be seen, gliding through the crisp, night air. Perseus's gave wandered to the preternatural Forbidden Forest where the collosal evergreens were rooted. A very high mountain rose behind it and to his side was a path towards the main gates where the winged boars stood, gaurding the castle entrance. A mile or two outside of Hogwarts grounds lay the quiet village of Hogsmeade, which was usually bustling with raucous wizards and witches.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

((I was invited here by Tristian, hope it's alright.))

Dixie sat in her dorm, her head leaned against the window pane, and her eyes staring out into the sky. Finally, she couldn't handle it any longer, Dix stood up from her spot in the chair, grabbed her cloak and left the dormitory. She walked briskly through the common room, avoiding the commotion or any small talk she might had to have gone through, and pushed past some other students to get to the door to the grounds. Of course, that was four flights up and it might've taken awhile, but not for Dix. She ran up the stairs, skipping three at a time, and running down the halls. She placed her palm on the door, and pushed, hearing it sweep across and open to reveal the grounds.

Dix breathed in, and stepped outside, pushed the door closed again, and walked towards the lake. Her brown eyes swept over the sky once more, and thoughts began to unfold. Thoughts that she had hidden away for awhile. And as these thoughts came, Dix wasn't aware of what she was doing or where she was going. Her feet took her and she merely followed. 10 minutes later, Dix found herself in the midst of a group of Slytherins...who seemed to be in a heated discussion. She recognized a two of them, Danika and Tristian. Dix had met Danika in the courtyard, where they discussed the filth of the school...and Dix had met Tristian in Diagon Alley, with Cedric, where they hadn't exactly got along.

"Still having trouble with being a Slytherin, Tristian? I take it Cedric did not help you much?" Dixie spoke when a slience came over the group. She sat down and looked at them, waiting for someone to say something, anything. She then looked at Danika, "Nice to see you again, Danika." Dix nodded and then looked to the boy, she had no clue who he was...which was sad because Dix normally knew everyone by at least name and family.

[danika]

A hint of a smile curled the corner of the her lip as the older boy started to rant about who he was and how she could not call him weak. Why was it that males were also so arrogant. For some reason they always seemed to have a lack of accurate thought and reasonable beliefs. She hoped that eventually she would encounter one that was worthy of her time, but whoever this one was, he certainly was not it.

“Yes, weak. That’s what I said and I meant it. You can throw around ancestors and so called power all you want but that is not what makes one strong. I have seen you, you consult with mudbloods. You call them friends. Salazar would be sickened to know you are what his line has lead to.”<br>
She had barely finished speaking when she heard a distantly familiar voice. She glanced over to see Dixie Holden, a girl she had met not long before when they had escaped the confines of the castle for a similar frustration.

“Dix. Finally someone else who is not so weak they must lean on a distant relative for their strength.”

[tristian]

Tristian looked away as she seemed to have angered Perseus. And who could blame him she'd be angry too if someone had said to her what she'd said to him. Still she wasn't going to apologize. She would stand by what she said because she believed it to be true and she wouldn't change what she believed. Which the entire problem. If you didn't believe you could be Slytherin or didn't agree with the views could you become Slytherin? Well she supposed she'd find out sooner or later.

Another girl walked up to them calling them both weak. Tristian didn't bother answering as far as other Slytherins were concerned she was weak and there was no use arguing it. She'd been hearing that she was weak for years and years. Perseus didn't seem to like that as he proceeded to inform the girl that he was the most direct decendent of Salazar Slytherin. He then turned back to Tristian and he told her he wasn't sure why her family would act that way and if they were that hateful why did they accept her in the first place. Tristian laughed but it wasn't a happy laugh it was more bitter then anything. "My family is a spiteful bunch. Even I can be extremely spiteful when I feel like it. They did it to torture me."

She breathed an almost sigh of relief as another Slytherin girl joined them. It was Dixie and while their first meeting didn't go well she hoped this one would be better. The first time she'd met Dixie had been at Diagon Alley when Tristian was trying to get Cedrics help. That hadn't turned out so well as Cedric hadn't been very helpful. "Yes to the first question. No to the second. You were right he was a horrible person to turn to for help."

[Jaquin Prokenstien]

((Perseus will post as soon as possible.))

[Perseus Feynman]

"I do not care if you call me weak. Look at yourselves, enxsconsed in the dungeons, afraid to acknowledge your ancestry and to lend support to those who may have a noble cause. Take Cedric Wood for example. He has taken off time to create The Chosen, something like the Death Eaters, but a bit different. Pansy Parkinson also calls for a new order where muggles are ranked last. However, I see a different future. It is a future where the strong live and the weak cease to exist, no matter whether your are a wizard, half-blood, muggleborn, or muggle," Perseus said with a calm demeanor before continuing. "If you think that muggles are all that weak, how are they able to destroy miles and miles of land with a miniscule bomb that takes little time to create when compared to the creation of an army. Do you even know what level the muggles have reached in technology? They are already on the early steps of mastering space travel. Has the wizarding world even attempted to discover the unknown? No. If I were to want to annihilate weaklings, no specific race would be in that category. For, I see weakness in my very own house."

Perseus paused for a second, after contemplating what Samantha Driscoll, one of the 'Queens of Slytherin' had said to him. When he compared her to the three Slytherins around him, they were nothing but greedy, covetous people, trying to seize power before anyone else did. Then there was Tristian, someone in deep plight, having to think through profound morals and trying to decipher her family's attitude just as Perseus had to do when he was in his 4th year. "You two seem extremely arrogant for such young Slytherins," he said as he glanced towards Danika and Dixie. "If I were you, I would cut back on those excedingly impudent egos of yours lest you get in trouble with some of the older Slytherins. Only true Slytherins would not bicker among their own house; they would instead attempt to unite their house under one ideal. However, it seems as if it is becoming harder and harder these days." Perseus glared at the two Slytherin girls who obviously did not have as much experience as he did.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix tilted her head up at the older Slytherin. Her brown eyes flashing with held back anger. She didn't want to argue, so she sat there...but she had to say one thing, "Everywhere you turn there will be arguing, fighting, anything. Only for one reason. Everyone wants power and control. And seeing as there isn't enough to go around," Dix held the 'round' part of around and tucked some hair behind her ear, "it is extremely difficult to play nice and be a puppet." She sighed under her breath and looked back up at the Slytherin boy.

"And another thing. Do you think I really care if I get in trouble with the older Slytherins? If they have a problem with how I act, or what I do, then they can bring it up with me. But I'll tell you now, it's not going to make a difference. I'll still carry on the way I do, talk to who I talk to, and be who I am. You can't break a person if they don't want to be broken." Her gaze was steady, and her voice was ice. Her attention turned back to Tristan, who seemed to be just sitting there...not wanting to get involved in this at all.

"Yes. Cedric is just an arrogant arse. This really isn't something someone can help you with. Its your life. You live it. No one else does." Dixie said this pointedly. She was trying to get the point across to Tristan that if she really needed to be a Slytherin, an ideal Slytherin that is, she would have to want to be. Dixie came from a well off family, her father and mother are both very wealthy. And Dix brought pride to the Holden names at times. The only weak link was Mack. But she wasn't really considered part of the family. She associated with Mudbloods, and befriended those who had backgrounds that their father wouldn't approve of. Mack was the person who brought down the Holden name. Not Dix.

((And just so you know, in case you were directing that comment below to me...I didn't say Mack befriended muggleborns. I said, she was social with them. She talked to them and such. I also said that she befriended those with backgrounds her father might not approve of. That does not necessarily mean she is befriending muggleborns. I wanted to clear that up, that way you wouldn't get the idea that my Slytherin third year was befriending those she shouldn't be.))

[Jaquin Prokenstien]

((Just so everyone knows, Perseus should be the only Slytherin befriending muggleborns or half-blood, which he is no longer doing. It was his idea in the first place. You can talk to Dawn about this if you have a problem with what I am saying. Slytherins are not supposed to befriend people from other houses. The only reason Perseus was ever put in Slytherin was because of his heritage.))

[danika]

Normally she stayed calm. Getting excited over things was such a waste of energy, and the cause of such excitement was never with effort. Of course they always thought they were, but they weren’t. This Slytherin fell into that category. Older, yes, descendant of someone slightly important, yes, but that did not mean he was worth the oxygen he was breathing in, let alone a moment of her time. Tonight though, an argument was in the air. She could feel it, and her deep honey eyes faded to icy blue to show it.

“It looks like simply placing a Slytherin name in your past has inflated you ego and made you think someone care’s what twisted opinion you have. You don’t deserve to be here, no matter what blood courses through your veins. You say Salazar like its suppose to make everyone drop to their knees are worship you, but they should spit at the way you use him for power you don’t disserve.” She took a step closer, her now blue eyes steady on him. “You are as dirty as those mudbloods you have befriended. You can try and cover it up, but that’s how it works. You try to play it, like it was some game. Use it to impress those who will be impressed and then deny it to those who won’t. You might be two years my senior but that does not mean you have even half a brain. You might be able to use big words and cough up answers in class, but there are more important things than that, and you are far from achieving that.”