[ Chapter V (5): "SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM" ]
The Hogwarts Castle is rich with history, aesthetic, and most importantly of it all, places to socialize in. Aside from the Library which is tightly guarded, wherein any form of noise is forbidden, other places in the castle are primarily built for students to interact with one another— key example, the infamous Common Rooms of the four Houses.
Torrin has no idea what kind of appearance the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw Common Room has. But he surely knows what the Slytherin one has to show to him, and oh baby, he loves what he is seeing, as he grins like an idiot eyeing everything.
[ "Wow..." ]
[ SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM ]
After walking down the circular steps, which has a mini waterfall in the middle, Torrin was then greeted with the gothic yet beautifully pleasing scenery of the quiet Common Room— littered here and there with aristocratic-like furniture, or trinkets.
Aristocratic-like? No, wait, these guys are bloody Purebloods, the highest of the society wizarding wise. They are the closest the Wizarding World could have to bourgeoisie, or perhaps they are the bourgeoisie— aside for bankrupt families that is, like the Weasleys. Though in his eyes they are rich in another way, but still, this is old money rich that they are competing. Which is cold... and... weirdly attractive to Torrin.
[ SLYTHERIN BILLBOARD ]
[ SLYTHERIN FIREPLACE ]
[ SLYTHERIN LOUNGE AREA ]
Pass the pairs or groups of students, all Slytherin varying only in age. Torrin could clearly see why the people that graduated from the said House could be so entitled, who wouldn't? This place is bloody beautiful, with the shades of green and silver being the main color of the place.
And also by the fact that the place is both warm yet cold. Warm in that it has a certain aura that feels soothing to people, him included, which makes him calm and feel rested. Cold in that, they are literally right besides the Black Lake; with some of the windows specially made to look out on.
Tall actually, easily reaching 50ft by the estimation of his. And in awe, Torrin ignored everything else, the students, the noble still paintings of people, and the decor which screams high class that he doesn't understand— he didn't care about them all, as he instead quicken his pace to easily look out at the nearest nook, out the window.
[ SLYTHERIN BLACK LAKE WINDOW (2) ]
In total there are about 3 windows, all equally imposing, all equally beautiful as they give a chance for students to peer out and see the fish swimming pass by— Torrin swears he could have seen a fat nemo-like fish pass by, a clown fish, but no, that's not what he was interested in.
[ "Where's that bloody squid?" ] To be precise, he was interested in the friendly giant sized squid living inside the Black Lake of Hogwarts. Told to him by the books, and by general FFs to be visible in the underground Slytherin Common Room.
He tiptoed, leaned forward, and even tapped the window to try and get a much clearer look on the squid and caught the little fellow's attention; after a few seconds of trying, he was instead startled not by the said squid, but by someone else loudly calling behind him. [ "Student," ]
[ "what are you doing?" ] At first he ignored it, but when he heard shoes clattering closely behind him, added by a clearing of throat. Torrin had no choice but to turn around, which he did with a dumb look to his face; a very punchable face.
[ "Uhh, nothing?" ] Her face which was cold, then frowned slightly which is akin to a snarl, something that Torrin quickly noticed as he replied.
[ "Nothing..." ] She shook her head slightly before then asking once more. [ "Are you sure?" ] Her arms folding right in front of her, as she looks at Torrin.
Weirded out by the fact that she looks like she wants to kill him, Torrin who doesn't know the history of the body he occupies instead nodded pretty passively; [ "Yeah." ] As he then loosened the tie around his neck, which felt suffocating.
[ "I think, yeah." ] And add to the fact that the person he's talking to seems to be someone that knows him— the body at least, which still remains unnamed to him, it felt even more suffocating.
[ MELINDA BEGONIA PARKINSON LVL. 28 ]
[ "Oh no..." ] The System didn't help in calming down his nerves, as it then revealed the person he is talking to. Apparently a Parkinson, which is a surname of a Pureblood mentioned in the lore. And also, she's a girl, that's already scary enough.
He doesn't know how she relates to Pansy Parkinson, which is a character in the books and movies, and someone who has a crush on the notorious Draco Malfoy. Or whatever role she plays at the moment, but she looks authoritative, demanding, and such, so Torrin merely stood at attention waiting for her to say something.
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "Why are you looking at me like that, Thorpe, is the fall not enough for you— did you finally turn dumb?" ] Rude. Apparently, doing so caused him to be mislabeled as something which he is 50% not of. And to him, that is rud- did she call him Thorpe?
Oblivious to the chaos happening inside of the schoolboy in front of her, the stuck-up Ms. Parkinson then continued her protest; something which Torrin is listening on closely, as he pieced the puzzle of his identity one-by-one. [ "I can't believe this." ]
[ "I can't believe you Thorpe. First, you, a Mudblood dare soil the prestigious House of Slytherin which has stood for hundreds of years-" ] Okay, that's harsh, and I'm not Pureblood, or Half-blood, which is sad— fuck. And oh, my surname is still Thorpe, that's the funny part.
[ "Then you dare lose Slytherin 15 bloody points due to you going crazy screaming all about the world being mere fiction— inside a book. I mean, really, are you just that stupid?!" ] This kid did... what?
Intrigued by what she meant, Torrin for a second stopped thinking as he then raised both of his arms to stop her; curiosity eating at his whole being, what exactly happened to the original Mr. Thorpe, what happened to... him?
[ "Hey, hey, wait, wait. Pause-pause." ] In comparison, his voice was calm which caused her to stop, as she then listened semi-reluctantly with her right brow raised. [ "I did... what exactly?" ]
[ ... ]
[ "I jumped off of the second floor of the castle in the middle of class and hit my head?!" ] Torrin exclaimed, now sitting at one of the chairs laid out in the warm Common Room— and sitting right in front of him is the bewildered Ms. Parkinson's, apparently the new prefect.
Though she might look stern, or pompous, mainly because she is. From the impression of Torrin, she could still be considered friendly, even though she uses foul words like "mudblood", "dumb", or "idiot" directed at him. He ignored the comments, he was used to it back in the orphanage after all, so to some degree he has immunity. [ "You really don't remember a thing. Huh." ]
He nodded, tinkering with his hands which was sweating profoundly, to busy himself. But thanks to some enchantment in the Common Room, which is akin to that of an air-conditioning, Torrin didn't feel that much sweat drip out of him. Instead playing along with the story, that he has amnesia.
[ "Yeah... crazy." ] He turned his head to the side, trying his best not to look suspicious under the icy glare of the 5th year prefect in front— someone who's the same year as him from what he inferred, and someone who greatly hates him due to his lineage— Muggleborn/Muggleraised/First Gen.
He can't really blame her, her family is spoiled and pompous, rotten to the core, and their teachings probably affected her greatly growing up. Which led to her own opinions. But still, she's a treasure trove of information, so he tolerates her.
From what he could remember of Pureblood Families, they could be cruel, they could be harsh, they could be distant and borderline psychopaths to some degree— Lestrange and Blacks for example, the former being so crazy that they are openly feared by both allies and enemies alike. That type of lunatic-like crazy.
And funnily enough, combine both, and you would get someone like Bellatrix Lestrange neé Black— the eldest of the Black Sisters, and also the most craziest, the most fanatic of the Dark Lord, the most feared. She gave tortured the Longbottom couple with the infamous Cruciatus Curse, even gave Neville that poor memory. And oh, she gave birth to Voldemort's child which he forgot the name of.
In comparison to that Pureblood lady, Ms. Melinda Parkinson, the 5th year prefecr of Slytherin looks tame in comparison. Even though to a normal 15-year-old, whatever the hell she's saying hurts, or would have even caused violent reaction from others. Likely Gryffindors. But still, it's tame.
[ "We need to tell Professor Snape about your condition as soon as possible." ] Hell no, bloody no. Fuck no. Torrin Thorpe, which is still named Torrin Thorpe in this life; uncanny coincidence yeah, wanted to shout those words, but instead remained composed.
Slowly he leaned forward, glancing at left and right, for dramatic effect, as he then motions for her to do the same and lean forward. Which, she did. And when she did, did Torrin continue. [ "We can't." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "I'm telling Professor Snape." ] Fuckkk!
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[ FUN FACT: The Cruciatus Curse (Crucio), is also known as the Torture Curse, was a tool of the Dark Arts and one of the three Unforgivable Curses. When casted successfully on the intended victim, the curse inflicts intense, excruciating physical pain, and would result in insanity if they were subjected to it for a prolonged period of time. Extreme want for the victim to be pain is needed for the caster to successfully cast the spell. The penalty for the use of this curse on another human being was a life sentence in Azkaban, unless there was enough evidence that the caster did so under the influence of the other Unforgivable Curse— the Imperius Curse. Auror Frank and Alice Longbottom are well-known victim of the Cruciatus Curse. ]
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