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The fourth member of the Slytherin group was more expressive, and was behaving significantly differently from the other three Slytherins. Brown-haired, brown eyes, unremarkable hairstyle reaching her shoulders and good but not onerous clothes: Tracey Davis, heiress of the Noble House of Davis was not a typical Slytherin. In allure, fashion and manners, she was something of a weird mix between Morag MacDougal and Hermione Granger; the social position of the Ravenclaw but the disdain of the system who had been shared by the Gryffindor. It was her unsurprisingly who broke the period of observation between the two groups.
"Nice to meet you everyone!" Said the brown-haired Slytherin. "You shouldn't stare like that Granger. Some people might believe you don't like them."
"Well we didn't exactly invite you here!" Barked the bushy-haired Gryffindor.
"The invitation got lost somewhere between here and the Owlery I'm sure." Retorted unfazed the brown-haired Slytherin.
"Why are you here Davis?" Asked Alexandra in a mildly threatening voice, hoping this conversation wasn't going to end with her being forced to separate the Gryffindor and Slytherin girls at the point of her wand.
"No first names, Potter? That's cold. Call me Tracey. Even the Ice Queen behind me is using my first name!"
A threatening growl came out the lungs of Daphne Greengrass and her cold blue eyes threw metaphorical lightning at her Slytherin housemate. The Davies Heiress ignored this manifestation of anger, her attention fixed on Alexandra.
"Tracey." Spoke Alexandra with a bittersweet smile. "Say what you have to say and then get out. I don't wish to find another carpet for this room because I soiled this one with your blood."
"Ohhh..." The simulacrum of fear in the voice of the brown-haired girl was completely faked. "Is the Dark Lady showing her fangs? Or is it the Exiled Queen these days?"
"Tracey." Blaise Zabini's voice had taken a hint of frustration, unless it was consternation? "You are not supposed to unpack every nickname a person has in front of them."
"Why not?" Tracey's face was showing a distinct smirk.
"Because one day, someone will draw his wand and curse you into oblivion?" Asked Alexandra with a good dose of sarcasm.
"You're no fun." Pouted the Slytherin girl. "But fine. We have come discuss for an alliance."
"No." The answer had been immediate, definitive. Without surprise, Alexandra noticed it had been Hermione who had spoken.
"Is your...Mud-, Muggle-Born speaking for all of you?" Demanded the Davis Heiress.
"Why not?" Answered Alexandra.
"You helped us against Longbottom and his cronies." Recalled Blaise.
"No. We, " Alexandra insisted deeply on the 'we' word, " helped young girls in numerical inferiority who were brutalised by a band of bullies. They were not able to protect themselves so we decided to intervene. I would have done the same thing no matter the House."
"You're a strange person." Remarked Tracey.
"That's called human decency, Davies." Intervened Morag showing a displeased expression. "That's why I think an alliance with you would be a very bad idea."
"Why? Because we're from Dark Houses? Or because they're an heir of Slytherin roaming in the corridors?"
"Please." Smiled Morag with a nasty expression. "Zabini family is far darker than yours, and he's officially Neutral."
"I can't speak for the others in our group," Alexandra affirmed, " but personally I can't associate with persons who prone genocide on a part of the human race. I may not be a good person or follow the so-called 'Light', but I draw the limits at murder, rape, assassination and supremacist ideology."
The Potter Heiress wished she was kidding, but alas it was not the case. Since the Slytherin team had showed off its new Nimbus 2001 on early September, the language of Slytherin House as a whole had become progressively more intolerant, racist and obscene towards persons of non-magical origins. After the first attacks of the so-called "Heir of Slytherin", it had become worse. There was a reason why Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff chose not to support the inhabitants of the dungeons, despite not enjoying in the least the ruthless pranking tactics of the Gryffindors.
"Alexandra's right." Told in his hesitating voice Nigel. "Since Filch and Mrs Norris have been petrified, you haven't stopped talking about purging Muggle-borns and the other undesirables from Hogwarts."
"We haven't a choice!" Snarled Tracey Davies. "Do you know how it is in House Slytherin right now? The seventh-years and some of the worst of our housemates are in control! Half-Bloods like me are beaten if we dare open our mouth to protest! Disunity is not tolerated in public! What makes you smile, Potter?"
"Oh, just remembering the words of the Sorting Hat." It was true Alexandra had smirked, but it was not for the reasons the Davis Heiress thought. "It told me it couldn't send me in Slytherin without having a bloodbath on the conscience. I'm beginning to think the Hat was right."
"Not everyone is as insane as you, Potter. We don't challenge half our House on the very day of our Sorting to come and try to murder us." Said tranquilly Lyre de Male-Foi, leaning against the wall. For her first intervention, the voice of the French Malfoy witch was cultured but heavily betraying English was not her first language.
"For the record, I didn't challenge them." Affirmed Alexandra. "Sykes and a few others had murder in their eyes as soon as my name was called for the Sorting Hat. I just forced them to accelerate their plans and strike when they weren't ready."
"Nice perspective, worthy of a Slytherin." Replied Tracey Davis in a bitter voice. "But it doesn't change anything. We won't defy Slytherin House for you, Potter, if that what you asks. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw have tolerated the members of your group living in exile as long as you don't give them too much problem. Slytherin has more different and efficient methods to deal with outcast groups like yours. And my parents won't support an alliance with you if it means breaking all their ancestral alliances on the Wizengamot and the rest of society."
"Understandable." Nodded Morag.
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